The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold
133. The deans want to see clearly...
At eight o'clock in the evening of the next day, a group of them came to the auditorium one after another, and all the long dining tables and benches disappeared.
The table used for the sorting house was also inlaid with gold rims, hundreds of candles floated above it to provide light, and the starry sky on the ceiling was replaced with a dark panel.
Almost all the students in the school were crowded together. When they were free, they took out the chessboard, and about 15 people formed a circle.
They just want to have an exciting all-out war before class.
"Hahaha! The Gryffindors are here too?" Malfoy, who was sitting on the chair early, stroking his wand with his fingertips, said sharply, "Seamo! I hope you don't blow up the classroom~"
"Hehe~ Isn't this Malfoy who ran away due to a duel last semester?" Harry stopped Seamus who rolled up his sleeves, "What? I can't run away this time?"
It seems that the thing about the fight last semester was going to be difficult.
"I hope your spells will be as hard as your mouth when the time comes..."
Malfoy's voice gradually weakened a little, because the Lord came.
Hermione walked in the front, followed by Cyrus, Mandy, Wayne, Cedric and other club cadres at the end, and the rest were many other members.
"Haha! We'll beat you all over the place." Ron held the chess box in his arms, "If it wasn't for the magic ring last time, you'd already be spitting slugs!"
It's really unlucky, he was planning to play games with others, but his mood got spoiled, which is not very auspicious.
Because of his talent in Wizard Chess, Ron soon made his mark in Total War with his amazing commanding ability, and both games were dubbed "Chess King".
Of course, he still carefully put away the tattered Wizard Chess before.
But Malfoy just glared at them, turned his head and chatted with Pansy and the others, his parents had warned him to be quiet this term.
'It's okay, I was trained by Professor Snape' Draco comforted himself.
Soon, all the students from the school came to the auditorium, and the three deans stood alone at the end. Professor Flitwick looked at the stage and could only hold back his active heart.
"Hi everyone~ Come around everyone, it's best that everyone can see me!" Lockhart was wearing a purple robe, waving his hands, and shouted loudly.
"It's over." Ron immediately lowered his head and began to carefully wipe the Stormtroopers in the chess box, "Harry, whoever can beat Lockhart tonight, I'm his fan"
"Are you serious?" Harry looked at Snape who was slowly walking up.
"Let me introduce...Assistant Professor Snape ~ Dumbledore allowed me to start this dueling club, so I will fully train you..."
"If you encounter danger one day, you can refer to me. I have protected myself countless times...For details, you can go to the latest work"
At this moment, Lockhart pulled the impatient Professor Snape, and Cyrus looked at him as if he was gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to skin Lockhart alive.
"Don't worry~ I will return the potions professor to you all intact."
"Can I regret it now?" Ron was in pain.
Snape pursed his upper lip, his cold eyes swept over everyone, finally stayed on Hermione and Cyrus for a while, and turned his head slightly.
Cyrus knew that no matter what happened next, Lockhart would be dead, and he turned his head to look at the three indifferent deans.
Sighed sadly.
"It's useless to talk, let's start"
Appeared!With Snape's characteristic serpentine smile, he shook his cloak and walked quickly to the other side.
"How long do you think Lockhart can last?" Hermione whispered, distracted.
Duel...why not Dean Flitwick~ She also wanted to see the skills developed by the old dean based on her second lightsaber style.
"Within three moves..." Cyrus yawned, hands in his pockets, fiddling with something.
On the stage, Lockhart and Snape confronted each other, and even a bow was played by Lockhart in various ways.
one two three...
Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)!
A blinding red light flashed in front of everyone, Lockhart was hit, flew back violently, hit the wall, and slowly slid down to the icy ground.
Professor McGonagall, who was on the side, kindly stepped aside.
"I thought Professor Snape would use black magic," Cyrus whispered in Hermione's ear.
"How much do you hate him?" Hermione turned her head, stroked her hair, and blocked the boy's breath.
This move made the Slytherins applaud repeatedly, among which Draco and Marcus danced the most, looking at the Ravenclaws with complacent eyes.
"Remember what you said, little bat." Neville patted Ron on the shoulder in sympathy.
After a while, Lockhart staggered up from the ground, his purple dress robe was stained with a lot of dust, and his wavy blond hair became an afro.
"Uh...Actually...Actually, I did it on purpose, it's a disarming spell..." He climbed up, leaning against the wall, "For you to see more clearly...Where is my wand?"
Cyrus wondered why Professor Lockhart didn't use the bone-pulling trick, which was rather like the Transfiguration Torture Curse.
"Okay, okay, the demonstration is over, now let me divide you into two groups..." Lockhart was still beaming as he spoke, without any embarrassment.
He didn't understand, how could Snape be so fierce?
But Snape thought of something funny, and a sneer appeared on his face.
"Why not Miss Granger and Miss Burst, Longbottom and Crabbe, Potter... just Malfoy... You can use all the spells you have learned"
"Don't forget Cyrus..." Lockhart heard the old abbot cough a few times.
Professor Snape turned around, glanced at the three deans behind him, then stopped the allocation, pondered for a while before showing a cold smile.
"Mr. Cyrus...Since you are going to the British Wizarding Duel Competition, why not let me-teach-teach-you"
Snape's answer made all the little wizards present gasp, and even Wayne and Justin looked at their vice president sadly.
"If it's possible~" Cyrus patted his little hands on the hem of his clothes, signaling Hermione to relax.
Snape snorted coldly and didn't say anything, at least the other party's attitude was not bad...it was just that Malfoy smiled gloatingly.
"Neville, remember to put that punch of mine in Crabbe's face" Ron stretched.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Bulstrode took the lead on the stage. Draco looked aggressively at Harry, and Crabbe also looked at Longbottom. Only Millicent Bulstrode was a little scared.
A tall, strong, and stocky Slytherin girl, with her head slightly lowered, her eyes averted.
Hermione took off her robe, and flung it back gracefully. Cyrus could feel the girl's body temperature remaining on it. Her gray-blue shirt was exposed, which made Hermione look even more capable.
The girl slightly rolled up her sleeves, and the sound of her little leather boots stepping on the floor hit Bulstrode's heart.
"Bow!" Lockhart stood on the edge of the stage. "Wait for my number...one two three!"
But Malfoy didn't follow the rules, and moved his hands when he counted to "two". His voice frightened the already tense Bulstrode, and he also attacked.
Impedimento (obstacles)!
Hermione raised her wand gracefully and quickly, the opponent's Leg-locking Curse slowed down, and then a quick Disarming Curse knocked Bulstrode's wand into the air.
On the other side, Neville directly hugged Crabbe and flipped to the ground, like an old blacksmith, hammering Crabbe non-stop with his hands clenched into fists.
"Hit him! Neville!" Ron, who had inherited Weasley's talent for making trouble, stood on the chair and cheered, "Good punch!"
"Wait a minute! I said to wait for my password..." Lockhart looked at the students who had already huddled together in a panic.
Burst lost her wand, and when Hermione thought that the other party was about to give up, she suddenly charged up, trying to knock Hermione into the air with her fat body.
Mandy and Padma watched the scene nervously.
However, Hermione just turned around and jumped to the side nimbly, and kicked her knee by the way. Burst suffered pain, but before Hermione could kneel down on the ground, her right hand condensed into a fist and hit her hard. on the chin.
"OHHHH~"
The audience below can feel the pain of this punch.
Cyrus was thinking, he looked at the clothes in his hands and shivered.
Just as Malfoy was clenching his wand and trying to recall the spell, the professor suddenly yelled to cut him off from his thoughts.
"Stop! The spell stops!!"
Lockhart screamed and yelled with his wand several times, but to no avail, until Professor Snape released a dancing Harry and a laughing Malfoy.
Neville was dragged away by the panicked Lockhart, and Crabbe cried miserably, spitting and bringing out two teeth.
"That's enough! Except for Miss Granger, the others don't look like they are dueling at all." A serious voice came from behind.
Professor Flitwick turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, saying this with some personal emotion.
"Severus!!"
The majesty of Vice Principal Minerva Cat Cat McGonagall is unquestionable!
So Professor Snape bent over, knowing that before saluting with Lockhart, he just nodded.
"What are you waiting for?" Snape whispered, then walked onto the stage, and threw Harry down, who was still panting.
The smooth movement, is there no personal grievance?Gryffindors don't believe it.
"Here we come! Tonight's grand finale!" Mandy hugged Hermione from behind, shaking her body excitedly.
"Tch~ how could he beat the professor?" Hermione said, taking the clothes from the boy's hand, but keeping her eyes on him.
Cyrus straightened his clothes, wiped off the blood from Hermione's knuckles, and walked forward calmly.
In fact, it wasn't Snape targeting him, but Felius had told him in advance, and Pomona and Minerva's consent had also been obtained.
It can only be blamed that Cyrus hasn't been to the dueling squad on Thursday, so Dean Ravenclaw wanted to test it.
Cyrus returned Snape respectfully, and the professor didn't engage in a sneak attack. He nodded after he was ready, but his face was still cold.
Everyone off the field had their own thoughts, but none of them wanted to see him clearly.
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The table used for the sorting house was also inlaid with gold rims, hundreds of candles floated above it to provide light, and the starry sky on the ceiling was replaced with a dark panel.
Almost all the students in the school were crowded together. When they were free, they took out the chessboard, and about 15 people formed a circle.
They just want to have an exciting all-out war before class.
"Hahaha! The Gryffindors are here too?" Malfoy, who was sitting on the chair early, stroking his wand with his fingertips, said sharply, "Seamo! I hope you don't blow up the classroom~"
"Hehe~ Isn't this Malfoy who ran away due to a duel last semester?" Harry stopped Seamus who rolled up his sleeves, "What? I can't run away this time?"
It seems that the thing about the fight last semester was going to be difficult.
"I hope your spells will be as hard as your mouth when the time comes..."
Malfoy's voice gradually weakened a little, because the Lord came.
Hermione walked in the front, followed by Cyrus, Mandy, Wayne, Cedric and other club cadres at the end, and the rest were many other members.
"Haha! We'll beat you all over the place." Ron held the chess box in his arms, "If it wasn't for the magic ring last time, you'd already be spitting slugs!"
It's really unlucky, he was planning to play games with others, but his mood got spoiled, which is not very auspicious.
Because of his talent in Wizard Chess, Ron soon made his mark in Total War with his amazing commanding ability, and both games were dubbed "Chess King".
Of course, he still carefully put away the tattered Wizard Chess before.
But Malfoy just glared at them, turned his head and chatted with Pansy and the others, his parents had warned him to be quiet this term.
'It's okay, I was trained by Professor Snape' Draco comforted himself.
Soon, all the students from the school came to the auditorium, and the three deans stood alone at the end. Professor Flitwick looked at the stage and could only hold back his active heart.
"Hi everyone~ Come around everyone, it's best that everyone can see me!" Lockhart was wearing a purple robe, waving his hands, and shouted loudly.
"It's over." Ron immediately lowered his head and began to carefully wipe the Stormtroopers in the chess box, "Harry, whoever can beat Lockhart tonight, I'm his fan"
"Are you serious?" Harry looked at Snape who was slowly walking up.
"Let me introduce...Assistant Professor Snape ~ Dumbledore allowed me to start this dueling club, so I will fully train you..."
"If you encounter danger one day, you can refer to me. I have protected myself countless times...For details, you can go to the latest work"
At this moment, Lockhart pulled the impatient Professor Snape, and Cyrus looked at him as if he was gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to skin Lockhart alive.
"Don't worry~ I will return the potions professor to you all intact."
"Can I regret it now?" Ron was in pain.
Snape pursed his upper lip, his cold eyes swept over everyone, finally stayed on Hermione and Cyrus for a while, and turned his head slightly.
Cyrus knew that no matter what happened next, Lockhart would be dead, and he turned his head to look at the three indifferent deans.
Sighed sadly.
"It's useless to talk, let's start"
Appeared!With Snape's characteristic serpentine smile, he shook his cloak and walked quickly to the other side.
"How long do you think Lockhart can last?" Hermione whispered, distracted.
Duel...why not Dean Flitwick~ She also wanted to see the skills developed by the old dean based on her second lightsaber style.
"Within three moves..." Cyrus yawned, hands in his pockets, fiddling with something.
On the stage, Lockhart and Snape confronted each other, and even a bow was played by Lockhart in various ways.
one two three...
Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)!
A blinding red light flashed in front of everyone, Lockhart was hit, flew back violently, hit the wall, and slowly slid down to the icy ground.
Professor McGonagall, who was on the side, kindly stepped aside.
"I thought Professor Snape would use black magic," Cyrus whispered in Hermione's ear.
"How much do you hate him?" Hermione turned her head, stroked her hair, and blocked the boy's breath.
This move made the Slytherins applaud repeatedly, among which Draco and Marcus danced the most, looking at the Ravenclaws with complacent eyes.
"Remember what you said, little bat." Neville patted Ron on the shoulder in sympathy.
After a while, Lockhart staggered up from the ground, his purple dress robe was stained with a lot of dust, and his wavy blond hair became an afro.
"Uh...Actually...Actually, I did it on purpose, it's a disarming spell..." He climbed up, leaning against the wall, "For you to see more clearly...Where is my wand?"
Cyrus wondered why Professor Lockhart didn't use the bone-pulling trick, which was rather like the Transfiguration Torture Curse.
"Okay, okay, the demonstration is over, now let me divide you into two groups..." Lockhart was still beaming as he spoke, without any embarrassment.
He didn't understand, how could Snape be so fierce?
But Snape thought of something funny, and a sneer appeared on his face.
"Why not Miss Granger and Miss Burst, Longbottom and Crabbe, Potter... just Malfoy... You can use all the spells you have learned"
"Don't forget Cyrus..." Lockhart heard the old abbot cough a few times.
Professor Snape turned around, glanced at the three deans behind him, then stopped the allocation, pondered for a while before showing a cold smile.
"Mr. Cyrus...Since you are going to the British Wizarding Duel Competition, why not let me-teach-teach-you"
Snape's answer made all the little wizards present gasp, and even Wayne and Justin looked at their vice president sadly.
"If it's possible~" Cyrus patted his little hands on the hem of his clothes, signaling Hermione to relax.
Snape snorted coldly and didn't say anything, at least the other party's attitude was not bad...it was just that Malfoy smiled gloatingly.
"Neville, remember to put that punch of mine in Crabbe's face" Ron stretched.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Bulstrode took the lead on the stage. Draco looked aggressively at Harry, and Crabbe also looked at Longbottom. Only Millicent Bulstrode was a little scared.
A tall, strong, and stocky Slytherin girl, with her head slightly lowered, her eyes averted.
Hermione took off her robe, and flung it back gracefully. Cyrus could feel the girl's body temperature remaining on it. Her gray-blue shirt was exposed, which made Hermione look even more capable.
The girl slightly rolled up her sleeves, and the sound of her little leather boots stepping on the floor hit Bulstrode's heart.
"Bow!" Lockhart stood on the edge of the stage. "Wait for my number...one two three!"
But Malfoy didn't follow the rules, and moved his hands when he counted to "two". His voice frightened the already tense Bulstrode, and he also attacked.
Impedimento (obstacles)!
Hermione raised her wand gracefully and quickly, the opponent's Leg-locking Curse slowed down, and then a quick Disarming Curse knocked Bulstrode's wand into the air.
On the other side, Neville directly hugged Crabbe and flipped to the ground, like an old blacksmith, hammering Crabbe non-stop with his hands clenched into fists.
"Hit him! Neville!" Ron, who had inherited Weasley's talent for making trouble, stood on the chair and cheered, "Good punch!"
"Wait a minute! I said to wait for my password..." Lockhart looked at the students who had already huddled together in a panic.
Burst lost her wand, and when Hermione thought that the other party was about to give up, she suddenly charged up, trying to knock Hermione into the air with her fat body.
Mandy and Padma watched the scene nervously.
However, Hermione just turned around and jumped to the side nimbly, and kicked her knee by the way. Burst suffered pain, but before Hermione could kneel down on the ground, her right hand condensed into a fist and hit her hard. on the chin.
"OHHHH~"
The audience below can feel the pain of this punch.
Cyrus was thinking, he looked at the clothes in his hands and shivered.
Just as Malfoy was clenching his wand and trying to recall the spell, the professor suddenly yelled to cut him off from his thoughts.
"Stop! The spell stops!!"
Lockhart screamed and yelled with his wand several times, but to no avail, until Professor Snape released a dancing Harry and a laughing Malfoy.
Neville was dragged away by the panicked Lockhart, and Crabbe cried miserably, spitting and bringing out two teeth.
"That's enough! Except for Miss Granger, the others don't look like they are dueling at all." A serious voice came from behind.
Professor Flitwick turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, saying this with some personal emotion.
"Severus!!"
The majesty of Vice Principal Minerva Cat Cat McGonagall is unquestionable!
So Professor Snape bent over, knowing that before saluting with Lockhart, he just nodded.
"What are you waiting for?" Snape whispered, then walked onto the stage, and threw Harry down, who was still panting.
The smooth movement, is there no personal grievance?Gryffindors don't believe it.
"Here we come! Tonight's grand finale!" Mandy hugged Hermione from behind, shaking her body excitedly.
"Tch~ how could he beat the professor?" Hermione said, taking the clothes from the boy's hand, but keeping her eyes on him.
Cyrus straightened his clothes, wiped off the blood from Hermione's knuckles, and walked forward calmly.
In fact, it wasn't Snape targeting him, but Felius had told him in advance, and Pomona and Minerva's consent had also been obtained.
It can only be blamed that Cyrus hasn't been to the dueling squad on Thursday, so Dean Ravenclaw wanted to test it.
Cyrus returned Snape respectfully, and the professor didn't engage in a sneak attack. He nodded after he was ready, but his face was still cold.
Everyone off the field had their own thoughts, but none of them wanted to see him clearly.
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