Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 24 The Dueling Club and the Parseltongue

In the second week of December, Professor McGonagall came over as usual to collect the list of students who stayed for Christmas.Harry, Ron and Hermione had signed the list; they had heard that Malfoy was going to stay, and they found it very doubtful.Similarly, because of the last theft incident, Hilbert also became suspicious of his three friends, so Hilbert decided to stay with the Godfather and Lingxu for Christmas.Harry and the three of them just happened to be able to use Polyjuice Potion during the holiday season, and set Malfoy's truth out.

Unfortunately, the soup is not quite ready yet.They also needed bicorn horns and tree snake skins, which were only available in Snape's private storeroom.Harry secretly felt that he would rather face Slytherin's fantastic monsters than be caught by Snape stealing in Snape's office.

"We're going to need to do something different," said Hermione dryly, as we got closer to our two potions lessons on Thursday afternoon. something you want."

Harry and Ron watched her nervously.

"I think it's best for me to steal," Hermione went on in a businesslike tone. "If you both get into trouble again, you'll be expelled, and I don't have a criminal record. So, you just mess up the class." There was such a commotion that Snape had five minutes to get away."

Harry gave a forced grin, trying to disrupt Snape's Potions class like stabbing a sleeping dragon in the eye, it was too dangerous.

Potions class was taught in a large dungeon.Thursday afternoon classes started as usual.Twenty cauldrons stood between wooden tables, on which stood copper scales and jars of ingredients.Snape is in.Walking back and forth in a cloud of smoke, roughly criticizing the work of the Gryffindor students, while the Slytherins snickered gleefully.Draco Malfoy, Snape's favorite student, kept rolling his goldfish eyes at Ron and Harry.Ron and Harry knew that if they fought an eye for an eye, they would be thrown into solitary confinement immediately, without even having time to shout "wronged". 'Harry's swelling potion was too runny, and he was preoccupied with more important things.He was waiting for a signal from Hermione, barely listening when Snape paused to laugh at his lackluster taste.Snape turned around, looking for trouble to bully Neville, and Hermione met Harry's gaze and nodded.Harry stooped quickly to hide behind his cauldron, pulled out a string of Fred's Falcons from his pocket, and tapped it quickly with his wand.Fireworks began to hiss, sparking in and out.Knowing he only had a few seconds, Harry straightened up, took aim, and hurled the sparkler.The sparkler fell right into Goyle's cauldron.

Gore's soup exploded and poured it on the whole class.Everyone screamed and screamed under the attack of the splashing swelling potion.Malfoy's face was doused, his nose inflated like a balloon; Goyle staggered around with his hands over his eyes, eyes swollen as big as lunch plates.Snape was desperately trying to silence everyone and figure out what was going on.In the midst of this chaos, Harry saw Hermione slip quietly out of the classroom. "Quiet! Quiet!" Snape growled. "All the students who got splashed by the potion come to me to get the detumescence. Wait until I find out who did it."

Harry suppressed a smile, watching Malfoy rushing forward, his nose swollen into a small watermelon, his head drooping.Half the class scrambled towards Snape's desk.

Of course the sharp-eyed Hilbert saw who did it, and hurriedly wrote a note, walked to Snape's desk and put it under his textbook.

Anxiously, Snape shouted loudly, "Harry Potter! Because of your misoperation, the whole class was injured, and Gryffindor will deduct [-] points!"

Harry was shocked, how did he know?
A week later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking through the hall when they saw a small group of people gathered around the noticeboard, reading from a piece of parchment that had just been stapled on.Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas looked very excited and beckoned them over. "They're starting a dueling club!" said Seamus. "First meeting tonight. I'm not opposed to taking some lessons in dueling, which might come in handy someday." "What, do you think Slytherin monsters can duel?" said Ron, but he also read with interest. Follow that notice. "It'll always work," he said to Harry and Hermione as they walked towards the Great Hall. "Shall we go?" Both Harry and Hermione were in favor of going, and so, at eight o'clock in the evening, they hurried back into the Great Hall. The long dining table disappeared, and along one wall appeared a gilded Hundreds of candles were shining. The ceiling was once again velvet black, and almost the whole school had come, huddled together, each with his own wand, excited. "I don't know who teach us,"

Hilbert stood with Taoist Lingxu holding his wand.

I saw Gilderoy.Lockhart stepped onto the stage, resplendent in his fuchsia robes, and beside him was none other than Snape, still in his usual black.Lockhart waved for silence, then shouted: "Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!" Well, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start This little dueling club, training everyone well in case you ever need to defend yourself, in the same way that I have used countless times... For details on this, see my published work. "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Lockhart said.

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed.At least Lockhart bowed, flailing his hands a lot, and Snape just shook his head impatiently.They then held their respective wands like arrows to their chests. "As you can see, we hold our wands in the normal dueling position," Lockhart said to the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we cast the first spell. Of course, none of us will take The man's life." "I wouldn't bet on it," Harry whispered, seeing Snape baring his teeth. "One, two, three!" They both jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.Snape yelled, "Expelliarmus!" There was a flash of blinding red light, and Lockhart was knocked off his feet.He flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall, and slid down, curled up on the floor.

Snape looked murderous.Lockhart probably noticed too, and he said, "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I'll come among you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me..."

"Can I pick students from my house? Malfoy? Shafik?"

"Very well then, Harry, Mr Weasley."

"Face your partners!" Lockhart returned to the stage, shouting, "Bow!"

Harry and Malfoy barely nodded, they stared at each other intently.

"Wand up, get ready!" cried Lockhart. "When I count to three, I'll cast a spell and disarm... just disarm... We don't want accidents. One, two, three!" "

Harry jerked his wand over his shoulder, but Malfoy struck on the first count of two: his wand hit Harry so hard that Harry felt as if he had been hit in the head by a saucepan. .He staggered for a moment, but fortunately, everything seemed to be working, so Harry seized the opportunity, pointed his wand at Malfoy, and yelled, "Grin ho la!" Draco was hit by the wand and flew out, falling Got a butt pier.

Hilbert vs. Ron Weasley.

"Ron, aren't you going to change your wand?"

"Ready to surrender, Hilbert?"

"Fuchsia!"

Ron's mouth was too slow, and his wand wasn't great.Ron was hung upside down.Luckily he was wearing a pair of trousers, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself.

"Harry and Hilbert are next! Make it harder for you guys! Come on, Draco!"

"Oolong out of the hole!" Draco's wand burst at one end, and a long black snake suddenly jumped out of it, landed heavily on the floor between them, and then raised its head, ready to attack.The crowd screamed and dodged back quickly to make way for the clearing.

"Let me get him away...," Lockhart yelled. He raised his wand and waved it threateningly at the snake. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the snake not only didn't disappear, but Jumping up more than a foot high, it fell back to the floor heavily. It was furious, hissing and spitting out the message, and swam straight towards Justin Fletcher. Then, it raised its head, bared its fangs, and made an attack posture.

Harry looked at the snake, blinked his eyes, and looked at the snake as if he was a different person. He foolishly shouted at the snake, "Let him go!"

Hilbert frowned suspiciously, how could Harry speak Parseltongue?
Hilbert, who didn't care about these things, opened his mouth and uttered a snake language, "Go away...go away..."

Simply incredible!The snake slumped to the floor, supple as a bunch of thick, black watering hoses, its eyes fixed on Harry.Harry felt his fear disappear little by little.He knew that snakes wouldn't attack anyone anymore, how he knew that, he couldn't say, the Muggle boy Justin Fletcher yelled angrily "What trick do you think you're playing?" he yelled, wait a minute Justin turned and rushed out of the auditorium before Leigh had time to speak.
Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake disappeared in a plume of black smoke.Snape also gave him a look that surprised him: a sly, calculating look that Harry didn't like.He was also vaguely aware of the ominous murmurs of the crowd all around him.

While studying in the library at night, Hilbert saw that everyone was whispering softly and all eyes were on Harry Potter.

Harry Potter couldn't bear this feeling, and left the library with the book.

"So, anyway," said a tall boy, "I told Justin to hide in our dormitory. I mean, if Potter was going to kill him, he'd better So we can hide for a while. Of course, Justin has always expected this to happen since he accidentally told Potter that he is a natural Muggle. Justin actually said to Potter He went to Eton. That's not something you can say about a Slytherin, is it?"

"So, Ernie, are you sure it's Potter?" asked a girl with a blond ponytail eagerly.Ernie MacMillan was a stocky and flashy student.

"Hannah," said the big boy gravely, "he's a Parseltongue. Everyone knows that's the mark of a Dark wizard. Have you ever heard of a decent wizard who could talk to a snake? They call Slytherin himself It’s called Snake Language Tong.”

After hearing this, everyone started talking in whispers.Ernie goes on to say, "Remember what was written on the wall? 'Enemy of the heir, beware.' Potter and Filch had a fight, and we soon learn that Filch's cat was killed. That first-year Creevey, who annoyed Potter during the Quidditch match, took a picture of him while he was lying in the mud. Then we learned that Creevey was also killed." "But, He always looked so friendly." Hannah said hesitantly, "And, by the way, he was the one who made You-Know-Who disappear. He can't be that bad, can he?" Ernie lowered his voice mysteriously, The Hufflepuffs moved closer together, and Harry leaned back to get closer to Ernie's words.

"No one knows how he narrowly escaped death when he was attacked by a mysterious person. I mean, when that happened, he was still a baby. He should have been blown to pieces. Only Only a truly powerful dark wizard can escape such a spell." His voice was lower, almost whispering, and he said: "Probably because of this, the mysterious person wanted to kill him first, and he didn't want to appear again A 'boss' takes him on. I don't know what other spells Potter has hidden from everyone."

Unbearable, Hilbert yelled, "Ernie McMillan! Shut up that shit-spitting dog's mouth!"

"What did i do wrong?"

"Talking about others behind their backs, spreading rumors and causing trouble. What I hate the most is a villain like you."

"If you want to have my way," he said hastily, "I might as well tell you that you can trace my blood back to nine generations of wizards in my family, and I'm as pure as anyone, so?"

Hilbert, who was amused, said, "Oh, only nine generations? Didn't your parents tell you? My Shafiq family is a direct descendant of Peverell. Even in the most difficult times, we have never had any trouble with Muggles. Intermarriage, only nine generations? Dare to be arrogant in front of me. Tell you, I am also a Parseltongue! You are a fart!" After speaking, Hilbert left the library.

(End of this chapter)