The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Snape's upper lip curled up, and his eyes were cold and emotionless.

Standing at the side of the stage, Harry accidentally met Snape's eyes. At a certain moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. He whispered to his friends: "I really don't know what happened to Lockhart." If I could laugh, I would have run as far as I could."

Neville nodded with deep understanding: "He chose the wrong opponent. If he can't beat Snape, he will be beaten on the stage. If he beats Snape, then he'd better escape from the castle as soon as possible. I think Snape had a hundred ways of getting Lockhart to drink poison without him realizing it."

The young wizards came to a consensus that Lockhart was going to be in bad luck anyway.

Sure enough, as soon as Lockhart finished counting down, he was knocked directly to the wall by Snape's disarming spell. He curled up for a while before slowly trying to get up. His weakling nature was fully exposed.

Standing on one side of the stage, Snape suddenly felt that the entire auditorium was lit up and he was in a very happy mood.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the little wizards of Slytherin actually saw some kind of relief in the calm eyes of their dean, as if this curse had been planned for a long time.

"Should we inform Madam Pomfrey? He might not be able to get up if he tries again." Hermione said calmly, she was not surprised at all by the result.

Ron calculated based on Lockhart's past behavior: "I don't think there's anything to worry about. He won't let himself be embarrassed a second time."

"I think this is good news for him. At least he doesn't have to worry about being poisoned." Harry spread his hands.

"Agree!" Seamus and Dean nodded at the same time.

After about a minute, Lockhart staggered to his feet. His wavy curly hair stood on end due to the aftermath of the spell, and a large hole was cut in his gorgeous purple-red robe.

Harry's eyes lit up when he saw it. He was half an expert in disarming spells. This was the first time he had seen other people's disarming spells knocking people away, but Snape's knocking away seemed different from his.

There was a strange sharpness in Snape's disarming spell. Although the other young wizards did not notice it, he could clearly see that Lockhart's robe was split open by the spell.

After Lockhart staggered back onto the stage, he became enthusiastic again, as if he was not the one who was knocked away in front of the whole school: "Okay, everyone saw it! This is a disarming spell..." Professor Nepe, don't mind what I say. Your intention to do something like this just now was too obvious. If I want to stop you, I don't have to try hard. I am here to help the little wizards increase their knowledge-"

Snape looked indifferent when he heard it, and immediately wanted to give him another try. Lockhart saw his hand holding the wand raised again, and hurriedly asked the students in the audience to change the subject: "That's it for the demonstration. Now I'm going to divide you into groups of two..."

Ten minutes later, a stream of green smoke filled the entire venue.

Harry's legs were twitching, dancing cheerfully to a very devilish rhythm. Opposite him, Draco Malfoy fell to the ground laughing, holding his stomach and bursting into tears.

Neville and Justin Hufflepuff both lay on the floor, panting.

Ron's opponent was Seamus. He relied on anticipation to avoid the knockback spells from Seamus. From time to time, he was hit twice and took two steps back. Ron clearly enjoyed this process as much as he enjoyed playing chess. Ron was able to dodge eight out of ten repel spells, showing that Seamus was unable to do anything about it. Although he could be hit twice, the power was not enough to be of any use, which was very frustrating.

Seamus's ordinary spells were not powerful enough, and he was not allowed to use dangerous spells on his roommates during duel practice. The frustrated Seamus was already planning to throw away his wand and fight hand to hand.

Hufflepuff's Ernie Macmillan was standing behind Ron. All the curses that Ron had avoided were cast on him. He also had to guard against his dueling practice partners. He was surrounded by enemies from both sides and was in a dilemma.

"Oh! Pay attention...be careful! It's coming again...get out of the way..." Lockhart stood beside him and reminded him loudly. In his panic, Macmillan was struck by more spells.

Finally, McMillan stopped hiding and lay on the ground with a look of despair.

MacMillan: Tired, destroy.

The most eye-catching ones are the two girls. The skinny little Hermione has one hand on Millicent Burst, who is bigger than many boys. She can even use one hand to reach out to Millicent. The head seemed to want to pull out her hair.

The big Slytherin girl's face turned red, her expression was ferocious, and every muscle in her body was struggling hard. But it was useless, Hermione's arms were like steel shackles, restraining her tightly, motionless.

Justin and Neville, who were lying on the ground during the intermission, tilted their heads and watched this scene.

Justin was shocked: "Is this a Gryffindor girl?"

Neville also had a dull expression: "Yes...no...this..."

Hermione's two roommates, Lavender and Parvati, fell silent as they watched this scene.

Lavender's face turned pale: "Tell me, should we apologize to Hermione for those impolite behaviors in the first grade?"

Parvati opened her mouth and murmured: "No need, she probably didn't care about us, otherwise we wouldn't have a chance to stand here."

"That makes sense..."

Loren, who rushed from the Room of Requirement to the auditorium, could hardly see it anymore and exclaimed that it was wonderful.

Suddenly, Lockhart's panicked voice sounded: "Oh! Miss Fawcett, squeeze hard and the bleeding will stop immediately!"

Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw accidentally stepped on her own foot while avoiding a curse that came from nowhere. She tripped and fell to the ground. Her nose was broken and her nose was bleeding.

The blood poured cold water on the excited emotions of the young wizards, and even those who used real fire stopped. Only Harry was still dancing and Malfoy was still laughing.

The client, Miss Fawcett, was so confused that she actually listened to Lockhart's suggestion and held her nose stupidly.

Seeing that this man had no sense of responsibility as a professor, Snape couldn't bear it anymore. He passed Lockhart and came to Fawcett. He gave her a disgusted look and roughly stopped the bleeding with a healing charm.

"You guys, take her to Madam Pomfrey." Snape quickly arranged for several young wizards from Ravenclaw to take Fawcett to the school doctor's office.

Then he came to Harry and Malfoy and used the curse to remove the Creaking Curse and Dancing Curse on them. Pushing the two of them back to their respective house areas, Harry's first wave of gratitude was dispelled by a few rough pushes from Snape.

Seeing Harry walking down with stiff legs, Ron gently kicked his calf: "What's going on? According to your dueling level, you shouldn't be able to block the dancing spell?"

"Hiss~" Harry took a breath of cold air, "Don't move, it's cramping."

Seeing that Ron was about to hit him a few more times, he quickly grabbed him and said, "Scar, my scar just hurt a little bit."

"Oh no, don't tell me Voldemort is here again."

"Probably not, it's not that painful, it passed quickly..."

The Great Hall was surprisingly quiet. The young wizards stared at Lockhart in silence, and Snape said nothing.

Hermione put her hands in her pockets and couldn't hide the excitement on her face despite a thin layer of sweat. She jumped up to Loren's side.

Loren helped her straighten her messed up robe and collar, and asked in a low voice: "Why did it get like this?"

He only knew that idiot Lockhart opened a dueling club and Harry would reveal his Parseltongue, but he didn't expect that other people would be like this, and the whole hall would be reduced to a mess.

Hermione obediently let him fiddle with her clothes, and she didn't look like she had just beaten Millicent: "Lockhart asked us to work in pairs, and then it became like this. However, I got Millicent." My hair is broken hehe..."

Polyjuice Potion requires something from the target person. She came up with this idea when she and Millicent were grouped together. Otherwise, with Hermione's dueling level, she could just use a magic spell to hang her from a distance, without the need for physical combat at all. .

Loren vaguely remembered that Hermione seemed to have mixed up her hair and cat hair, which prevented her from seeing anyone during the Christmas holiday. He patted the back of Hermione's robe and asked, "Are you sure you pulled the hair from her head? You can't mistake it?"

Hermione shook her head: "I wanted to pull it off her head at first, because I was worried that she would notice it, but this one was taken from her collar, so it's definitely not wrong."

Loren nodded. If you say it can't be wrong, then it can't be wrong.

Who doesn’t want to see Hermione, the girl with cat ears?

After Snape took control of the situation, Lockhart hurriedly stood on the center of the stage, fearing that the dueling club would change professors: "Ahem, Professor Snape did very well. This is exactly what I want him to do. I think, Next I'd better teach you how to stop unfriendly magic."

He glanced at Snape, was stabbed by the cold gaze, and immediately turned his head to give up his plans.

He originally wanted Snape to stand there and dissolve his spell, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. Lockhart looked towards the audience: "Oh, I need a pair of role models. Is there anyone willing to come on stage?" Patton and Finlay, how are you doing?"

Neville and Justin shook their heads so fast that afterimages were thrown away.

"This is not a good idea. The two of them are too stupid and cannot serve as a demonstration at all. Or-" Snape was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"How about me and Morgan of Gryffindor?" Crabbe stood up and looked at Loren with a sinister smile.

He didn't understand why the great Dark Lord paid attention to this mudblood. Although he arranged for house elves to monitor him, he had no hostile intentions. He was even scolded for trying to harm Loren.

A mudblood, why...

The little wizards were chattering and had no idea how Vincent Crabbe of Slytherin and Loren Morgan of Gryffindor were facing each other.

Snape didn't understand either, but he smelled a familiar smell from Crabbe, a stench unique to Death Eaters.

Harry and Ron had seen Loren's strength and thought that no one in the same grade could beat him, so they shouted excitedly in his ears.

Harry moved his ankles to relieve the pain in his calves: "Come on Loren, let's use the dancing spell and the crunching spell to make his stomach and feet cramp at the same time!"

Ron kept nodding his head: "Make him cry and let Slytherin see how powerful we are."

Loren narrowed his eyes and lowered his eyelids slightly, covering the slightly bright blue light in his eyes, and looked at Crabbe.

The magic power fluctuations in Crabbe's body are thicker than those of his peers, but there is still a gap between them and the multiple magic power explosions.

There is no snake-shaped magical outline light on his body, so Voldemort should not be on him. It should be noted that there is a black light on his chest, which is somewhat similar to the black light on Snape's arm.

Hermione frowned, wondering why Crabbe stood up and invited Loren to fight, and subconsciously felt something was wrong. Although she didn't know what the opponent's plan was, she didn't want Loren to get hurt. The little witch grabbed his sleeve and shook her head, signaling him not to accept the challenge.

"It's okay, Professor Snape is still here, nothing unexpected will happen." Loren comforted, patted Hermione's hand gently, stood on the stage, and made a duel stance towards Crabbe.

Snape walked towards him quickly with a cold face, lowered his head and whispered to him: "There is something wrong with him. Be smart and run towards me if the situation goes wrong."

Loren chuckled and said, "Professor, you shouldn't tell the little wizards in your college."

Snape remained silent, gently rolled up his sleeves, and struck him on the head before walking away.

Other little wizards who had the same questions saw the scene of Loren being beaten and immediately felt that this was a normal Professor Snape. He must have just warned Loren.

If he could hear the conversation between the two of them, Lockhart would definitely agree with Loren's words. Yes, you, the dean of Slytherin, don't help your own little wizard, but help a Gryffindor?

Still confused, Lockhart still showed his professorial attitude, walked up to Crabbe, and patted his shoulder happily: "Don't worry, you do this when Loren points his wand at you. "

He raised his wand and waved it left and right, trying to make complicated and handsome tricks, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

"Ouch, my wand is a little too excited," Lockhart quickly added.

"Go away." Crabbe said coldly.

Insulting the professor?

Lockhart wanted to reprimand him, but when he raised his eyes and met his violent gaze, he couldn't say anything and had to retreat. He stood at the edge of the stage and looked at Crabbe with a strange and complicated look.

Loren and Crabbe walked to the center of the stage and when they nodded and bowed, Crabbe cursed under his breath: "Mudblood!"

Smiling and walking away, Loren didn't say anything, and for a moment your ribs were lifted.

No one shouted start, Crabbe quickly raised his wand: "[All petrified]" A blue-white light flashed, and the curse flew straight towards Loren's face.

Loren slowly turned sideways, and it seemed to the little wizards in the audience that he had narrowly escaped.

The young wizards of Gryffindor were excited: "Sneak attack, despicable Slytherin! Hurry up and admit defeat and get out!"

The little wizards of Hufflepuff have a good relationship with Loren, and they all came out to support him.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. To this extent, Crabbe wouldn't be able to touch Loren's clothes until dawn.

In the commotion, Crabbe issued two magic spells one after another:

"[Quick Confinement]"

"[Fainted]"

Two magic spells struck towards the left and right of the shoulders, blocking all of Loren's escape routes, but leaving a gap in the middle, Loren leaned back slightly to dodge again. He wanted to explore Crabbe's true identity, especially what the black light on his chest was, so he was not in a hurry to resolve the battle.

The cheers stung Crabbe's heart, and he said harshly: "[Shattered to pieces]"

Three crushing spells sealed Loren's three directions, making it impossible to dodge unless he could fly. Crabbe smiled ferociously, waiting to see the sight of his flesh and blood bursting out.

Snape's wand was already raised, ready to save Loren.

Loren finally raised his wand, turned sideways to avoid the two spells, and at the same time condensed a transparent shield on the tip of the wand: "[Armor Protection]"

Snape lowered his raised wand.

The crushing spell surged on the transparent shield. Under the subtle angle interference, it flew towards Crabbe's chest faster. Even Snape could not react to the black light that penetrated his chest.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Crabbe. He saw his face turn pale, exhaled, and then stared at Loren with a more malicious look, and said viciously: "Again!"

Snape breathed a sigh of relief. A young wizard was a young wizard, and the Crushing Curse had no power.

There was silence for a while, and then there was a wave of cheers. "Oh! Cool!" The boys' enthusiastic cheers almost lifted the ceiling of the auditorium.

The eyes of the little witches were filled with splendor.

Loren looked at the black light on his chest that was not affected at all in amazement. The feeling that the armor curse shield conveyed to him could not be faked. The crushing curse was real and could break solid stone.

He pursed his lips and smiled faintly. If the defense is strong, then I want to open the door.

He recalled the knowledge of anatomy. The heart was not in that position. As long as he did not die instantly, Madam Pomfrey should be able to save her.

Crabbe stared at Loren. Don't you like to hide? It depends on how you hide from this curse: "[Oolong comes out of the hole]"

There was an explosion in front of the wand, and the air exploded quickly. A long black snake sprang out from it. It fell on the carpet of the stage and swam towards Loren with its head held high.

The crowd screamed and quickly backed away from the stage.

"[Copy into pairs]"

During the swimming process, Crabbe released a copying spell, causing more black snakes to swim towards Loren.

Black snake, Parseltongue? !

Loren paused and decided to control these black snakes. He covered the carpet with the transformation technique. The strands of wool grew like weeds, growing longer and thicker. They entangled and imprisoned all the black snakes like devil vines. , wrapped into hair balls one after another.

At this moment, screams came from the crowd. A black snake appeared in the audience at an unknown moment, hissing and vomiting, and swam directly towards Neville and Justin. It raised its head, exposed its fangs, and assumed an offensive posture.

Neville and Justin were shaking violently and did not dare to move in front of the poisonous snake.

Getting closer, getting closer.

"Go away!" Neville suddenly shouted, and with a speed that the black snake could not react, he grabbed the snake's tail and beat the snake's head on the ground like a whip.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The snake's head was smashed to pieces, flesh and blood flew out, and scales were scattered everywhere. The young wizards nearby got out of the way and automatically created a large circle. They shivered at the scene in the circle, not knowing what they were afraid of.

As for the two people on the stage, no one cared.

Until Neville was tired from the fall, he let go of the snake's tail and let the black snake fly out, falling to the ground and twitching, which was even a little funny.

The scene was silent for a moment, then turned into more noisy discussions.

"What are you doing standing still? Let's go!"

George, Fred and Lee Jordan encouraged the people around them to throw Neville and cheer. If it were Harry or Loren, the three of them could throw it up, but Neville was a little special...

"Ha, there's something wrong with this -" Lockhart stood up and talked to the snake's corpse, "A simple magic. To be honest, it's a bit like black magic. He knows the simplest way to deal with it. What is it?"

To be honest, Loren had an ominous premonition when he heard these words. He wanted to step forward to stop Lockhart, but a sudden voice stopped him in his tracks.

"The smoke disappears and ascends to heaven!"

With Lockhart's magic, the shattered snake corpse was thrown into the air. When it fell, it had been resurrected and healed, and became bigger and more terrifying. It was thicker than an adult's thigh, and it was obviously not something Neville could dance with.

"Hiss~Sayaha Sahi"

"Hiss~Sayaha Sahi"

The next thing happened naturally. When the python was approaching the little wizard, Harry stood up and used his Parseltongue to drive the python away.

Amidst Justin's angry scolding and the ominous whispers of the people around him, Ron and Hermione protected Harry and quickly left the auditorium.

After Snape dealt with the mess left by Lockhart and turned the python into a black smoke, he ordered the prefects to take the students back and told the young wizards not to spread rumors...

In the side door to the right of the guest of honor seat.

The noise was like a tidal wave, stirring in the auditorium. Loren listened to the ominous discussions and asked softly: "Is this your plan, Principal Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore, dressed in white robes, looked at the door of the auditorium, where Harry could no longer be seen. His eyes were forbearing and painful, and there was no trace of joy in achieving the plan, only deep compassion:

"Phoenix, be reborn from the fire..."

"Even if you pluck out all the feathers."