Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Good guy, the considerate Tom Riddle was pissed off, and the professor he originally trusted began to alienate her inexplicably. What are these things?

Although she admitted that being outspoken to her friends was what made Tom so angry, didn't he also make fun of her? He also peeked into her memories - even though he meant well.

Thinking of this, she felt a little guilty.

But she never saw Tom again.

A week later, the news circulating on campus about who had been petrified again had stopped causing waves, and no one had died.

But it seemed that the matter had been resolved and no one was hurt except the unlucky guy that night.

However, Dumbledore did not clarify anything. Even though messages were flying all over the campus, he still said nothing.

Fortunately, there was finally some relief from the barrage of bad news. Professor Lockhart decided to restart the dueling club: this meant that they could finally stop having practical classes outside.

She applied to Professor Snape early, but Professor Snape was not swayed by her hard words. Instead, he scolded her viciously: "If you can use your brain, Albert, you You'll know your professor isn't teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

It's just that there are no teachers who have applied for this course. Who can say that Professor Snape is not qualified? He is more qualified than anyone else! ! !

She had been waiting at the duel venue early, and Professor Snape also arrived. When he found her standing at his feet, he was frowning, as if he was going to curse her the next second.

He looks impatient...

Snape glanced at her and seemed to be in a better mood again.

"Are you teaching us today?" She stretched her neck and asked tentatively.

Professor Snape did not reply to her words, but just turned his head. They invariably looked towards the bustling door: Although there were already many students inside, no one would deny the intensity of the heat wave composed of human voices outside.

Professor Snape's eyes looked sharper.

"It's Professor Lockhart!" Cassan excitedly tightened the sleeves of the people around her. She specially curled her hair today and looked more delicate. "Oh my God, I can't believe it. We actually have A chance to watch him duel!"

Lockhart looked over at the excited scream. He peered through the crowd and winked playfully at Crowney.

"God..." Helles caught his look, shook his head and leaned into her ear, "To be honest, apart from certain things, he is indeed quite charming."

"But," then, her brows came together again, "how on earth did he find you among such a large group of people?"

"Maybe he's not looking at me." Clooney responded to her in a low voice, although she didn't understand why Helles spoke so quietly. The place was so noisy that she believed that even if she shouted at the top of her lungs, few people would notice what she was doing unless it was a very harsh and sharp sound.

The crowd was like a huge swarm, buzzing one after another.

Lockhart stepped onto the stage, still radiant in his purple robes.

"That's it!" He waved his hand to silence everyone, and then shouted loudly, "Professor Dumbledore allows me to open this small dueling club and fully train everyone, so that when you need Ziwei one day, you can Just go to the method I have used countless times to protect myself!"

"For more information, read my work!"

The Slytherins looked at each other.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape!" Lockhart grinned, he said to me. He himself knew a thing or two about dueling, and he graciously agreed to help before class. I will give you a small demonstration. By the way, I don’t want you little guys to worry - after I finish the demonstration with him, I will return your Potions teacher intact to you, so don’t be afraid!"

Crowney's mouth dropped open.

"Would Professor Snape really recommend himself to do such a thing..." Amelia asked tremblingly, "This is really unimaginable."

But that's not what Clowney was thinking about.

No one knows better than her how good Professor Snape's magic skills are. Although he is not famous for it for some reason and is not known for his research on magic, she swears that Professor Snape is very good at magic. The talent of the curse is definitely much beyond ordinary people.

If Lockhart is really not only bad at researching spells, but also bad at casting spells as Harry said, he will suffer a lot this time.

She couldn't help but let out a "ha" sound.

She tried to raise her head to see Professor Snape's expression, but she only saw the corners of his mouth twitching, and his upper lip raised disdainfully, looking very unpleasant.

"Oh my God." She probably guessed what was going to happen next, "Is this Professor Snape's rare bad intention?"

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other, bowed to each other, like medieval knights dueling, and raised their wands to their chests like swords.

Crowney didn't even want to open his eyes to see Lockhart's miserable condition.

"As you can see, this is how we hold our wands in a duel."

"On the count of three, we'll cast the first spell."

"Of course, no one will take the other's life."

As the countdown ended, Professor Snape shouted: "Expelliarmus!" followed by a dull sound.

Lockhart was knocked away by Snape's spell and crashed into the wall. He lay down for a while and then stood up staggeringly. The feather hat that had been sitting neatly on his head also fell to the ground, and his hair was tilted to one side.

Although she didn't like Lockhart very much, he seemed a bit pathetic right now.

But the children's performance was more enthusiastic, and the lower-grade Slytherins screamed and cheered.

It seems that Lockhart's magic power is indeed not much different from what Harry said.

She smiled and started thinking about other things: How to get the opening rights of this dueling club? After all, the space supported and arranged by the school will definitely require much less consumables and maintenance than what they would do themselves. Who is willing to leave such a sweet potato alone?

When she was in a daze, Lockhart had already finished dividing into groups. Harry and Malfoy didn't know when they stood on the stage, ready to start a duel.

"What happened?" She turned her head in confusion, and Helles just shook his head at her, not seeming to understand what happened.

After all, her attention was always on Miss Albert.

"Three-two-one-go!" shouted Lockhart in a loud voice, seemingly unaffected by his defeat in the demonstration.

Little Malfoy quickly raised his wand and shouted: "Oolong!"

Oh, this is a magic spell I've never seen before. Black smoke exploded at the tip of Malfoy's wand like a punctured water balloon. A long black snake suddenly sprang out from it, and then landed heavily on the floor. With its head raised, it looked like it would soon Going to attack.

The crowd soon screamed. Those in the front row were almost all junior students, and they didn't know how to protect themselves with charms! Because of the snake's appearance, an open space suddenly appeared on the edge of the high platform.

However, Clooney and the others stood still, but she felt that this was a bit too abrupt. After realizing it, he took a step back along with the crowd.

"Don't move, Potter." The kind-hearted Professor Snape stepped forward and said lazily, "I'll get him away..."

"Let me do it!" shouted Lockhart, raising his wand and waving it at the snake. No one knew what kind of magic he used, but there was a loud noise. Not only did the snake not disappear, but it was knocked back more than a foot high and fell back to the ground heavily.

Apparently, it was angrier. It felt really uncomfortable to be hit on the opposite side many times. It spat out a snake message and swam directly towards a Hufflepuff boy next to it.

"Stay back." Crowney pulled him. "Stay back, boy, don't be afraid."

The little snake's golden eyes moved away from the Hufflepuff boy. The sudden disappearance of the prey made him look even more dissatisfied. It quickly turned its attention back to the instigator.

She was not worried at all and had no intention of interfering in other people's teaching work. Gazing at the long creatures with ease - they rarely appear so vividly when they are processed into useful medicinal materials in her hands.

Harry walked towards her unconsciously, looking like he wanted to deal with the matter. But he stared at the little snake and made a gentle "hissing" sound from his mouth.

The snake miraculously went from standing upright to lying down again, and submissively turned back into a ball of soft strings, even coiling up without any discomfort.

"Oh..." Before Clooney could say anything in surprise, the Hufflepuff boy who was behind her suddenly shouted.

"What kind of trick do you think you're playing?"

Clooney turned around in surprise. The boy didn't even thank her - although she didn't care about it, he just rushed out of the auditorium.

She felt a little baffled.

Professor Snape stepped forward and waved his wand casually, and the little snake turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared. The perfect disappearing spell.

But the crowd began to whisper as the Hufflepuff boy left, and the atmosphere was not right. It was not the surprise of discovering the treasure that Clooney imagined, but instead he became a little depressed.

Something suddenly flashed in her head. Seeing the increasingly uncomfortable expressions of the students in the crowd, she subconsciously withdrew her feet that were about to walk towards the stage.

"You have to know what the vulgar crowd is afraid of."

"For a fool, exploration is dangerous."