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Chapter 499 Harry: You old bastard!
Soon Raven's deeds spread throughout Hogwarts School.

Everyone knows that Raven from Padraic's family in Slytherin College was able to use a silent spell to knock Malfoy, a second-year student, away in her first year.

Hogwarts hasn't seen such a strong newcomer for more than a decade.

Since Raven's name also means "raven" in English, the students of Hogwarts soon began to call Raven "Slytherin's Raven".

at the same time.

Loki's first-year Hufflepuff house was taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The unlucky student Hank was dragged to the podium at the front of the classroom and played the role of a werewolf.

"Yes, a wonderful howl, and then, suddenly, I attacked, like this, and threw him to the floor violently, like this, and with one hand, I would control him, and with the other hand, I put my wand to his throat, and then I would summon up my remaining strength and perform a very complicated magic."

Gilderoy Lockhart is telling the story of his battle with a werewolf.

In the middle, he guided Hank into a fighting stance.

"Then he let out a pitiful groan. Go ahead, Hank, raise your hands a little higher. Okay, that's it. The fur is gone, the fangs are retracted, and he's back to being a human. Simple but effective. The other village will always remember me as a hero who saved them from the horror of monthly werewolf attacks."

In Gilderoy Lockhart's story, he defeated the werewolf and saved the lives of a village.

Just as he was still feeling unsatisfied and wanted to continue, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang.

When he heard the bell ring, Gilderoy Lockhart showed a regretful expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, I know you must be still unsatisfied with the story I told you, but time is always short. Classmates, we will continue in the next class."

Gilderoy Lockhart said to the first-year students of Hufflepuff as he walked away:
"Homework is to write a poem about me defeating Werewolf Weg! The best one will receive a signed copy of The Amazing Me!"

Loki frowned as he looked at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was boasting on the stage.

He was 100% sure that the guy in front of him was a complete liar.

He even doubted whether this guy could recite a spell to defend against the dark arts.

However, even though he knew that the other party was a liar, Loki did not expose his intentions.

He has always been too lazy to do things that are not good for him.

Instead of spending this much time, he might as well explore the forbidden forest behind the school. Maybe he would find something valuable.

"By the way, there is something I need to announce."

Gilderoy Lockhart remembered something and said to the students who were about to leave: "Tomorrow I will start a fighting club in the school. In order to train everyone to deal with the level of defense against the dark arts, I hope everyone will participate actively."

When the students heard that Gilderoy Lockhart was going to organize a fighting club, they immediately started talking.

Loki pinched his chin and fell into deep thought, imitating Peter.

Fight club?
Padraic Farm.

Mark did not "snitch" to Peter again this time.

Since Peter was busy with Diana and the magic seal, Mark didn't tell his father about what happened at school.

He didn't want these little things at school to distract his dad.

Nothing happened that night and time quickly entered the next day.

Hogwarts School.

"Fight Club is about to start!"

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron looked at the bulletin and asked Harry, "Do you think those Slytherin monsters can fight?"

"With Riven here, they will definitely be fine."

Whenever Harry thought of the scene where Raven used a silent spell to defeat Malfoy yesterday, he felt like he was dreaming.

"That's true."

Ron thought for a moment, then asked Harry and Hermione, "Are we going too?"

"Of course."

"go with!"

Harry and Hermione both expressed their support for joining the fighting club.

After reaching a consensus, the three of them quickly came to the auditorium.

The long dining table in the Great Hall was gone, replaced by a glittering golden stage against the wall, with thousands of candles lit on it. The ceiling was deep purple, as if the entire population of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class was enveloped underneath.

Everyone had excited faces and wands.

“I wonder who taught us?”

A few people approached the chattering crowd, and Hermione said, "Someone told me that Professor Flitwick was a fighting champion when he was young. Maybe it's him."

Hermione didn't know that Gilderoy Lockhart was the organizer, and she guessed that Professor Flitwick was the training class teacher.

The Flitwick she was talking about was a short, white-haired (and goblin-blooded) teacher with a high-pitched voice.

Professor Flitwick needed to stand on a pile of books in order to make himself visible to the class.

Although he is short, he is also the headmaster of Ravenclaw College and is usually responsible for teaching spells.

"I guess maybe..."

Harry was just wondering who the teacher of the combat class was when he suddenly cried out in pain.

For he saw Professor Gilderoy Lockhart walk onto the stage, and standing next to him was Professor Snape, dressed in his usual black robes.

Seeing that the teachers were these two, Harry felt that this fighting class was really terrible.

Then he looked in other directions and saw that students from Slytherin were also there.

Raven and her two female followers stood in the front row. After being beaten up, Malfoy stood behind Raven. He seemed to be intimidated by Raven's "power" and no longer as arrogant as before.

Turning his eyes away from Raven, Harry looked at the others. In the crowd he saw Loki from Hufflepuff and Tom Padrick from Ravenclaw.

Tom was surrounded by a group of girls and was very popular, but he still had a cold and distant expression.

Although he had a cold expression, he also looked polite.

Well, he looks polite, quiet and handsome. If his academic performance is not bad, he will probably be the most popular student in the school.

Rohart waved his hand to signal people to be quiet, and shouted: "Concentrate, gather together!"

"Now, can each of you see me? Can each of you hear me? Excellent!"

"Ahem, I have the honor to announce to you all that Professor Dumbledore has agreed to my opening of a fighting club to train you in case you need to defend yourself. As I have explained countless times about the specific details, you can read them in my book."

"Next, let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Professor Gilderoy Lockhart said with a smile on his face.

"He told me that he knows a lot about fighting himself, and agreed to provide some temporary assistance before we begin. Now, I don't want to worry you young people - you will still have your Pharmacy teacher, and I will show mercy."

"Wouldn't it be better if they killed each other?"

Ron muttered to Harry.

Harry didn't say anything. He looked at the serious Snape and found that the other person's lips were tightly pursed.

Harry wondered why Professor Gilderoy Lockhart was still smiling now.

If Professor Snape had looked at him like that, he would have probably run away in fear.

When the two were about to duel, Mark and Ginny hurriedly ran over holding hands.

"Ginny, Mark, here."

Ron saw his sister and waved to them.

Ginny, with sweat dripping from the tip of her nose, squeezed in next to Harry with Mark.

The whole place fell silent, everyone held their breath nervously and looked at the two people.

Gilderoy Lockhart and Snape bowed to each other.

Then Snape raised his head.

Then they held their wands in front of them like swords.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in this fighting stance."

Gilderoy Lockhart told the silent crowd, "On the count of 'three' we will begin the first spell, but our purpose is not to kill each other."

"I don't quite believe it."

Harry muttered to himself as he saw the expression on Snape's face change slightly.

next second!
Both men waved their wands over their shoulders at the same time, and Snape took the initiative: "Expelliarmus!"

There was a blinding flash of red light.

Gilderoy Lockhart was unable to react and was hit in the foot by the curse.

There was a "bang" sound!
Lockhart was sent flying toward the stage and slammed headfirst into a wall.

The wall was knocked down by his body and shattered on the floor.

Seeing Professor Snape showing off his power, Malfoy and the other Slytherin students cheered.

"Do you think he's okay?"

Hermione asked nervously to her friend next to her.

"Who cares about him?"

Harry had the same idea as Ron at this moment. This teacher, who seemed to only know how to brag about his own adventures and to attract attention, deserved to be knocked down by Snape.

Lockhart, who was knocked flying, staggered to his feet.

His hat had fallen off and his hair was a mess.

"You, you win!" Lockhart staggered to the front of the podium.

"This is the Blade Removal spell. As you can see, I lost my wand. Ah, thank you, Miss Brown."

He thanked the student who helped pick up his wand.

"Yes, it's a good idea to demonstrate it, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind, I know exactly what you're trying to do, and it would be easy for me to stop you.

Lockhart said stubbornly that Snape was not a man of honor and he was just giving in to him.

He didn't expect that Snape, the old bastard, would not cooperate with him at all.

"Well, okay, I will now divide you into groups of two to practice. Professor Snape, if you are willing to help me..."

Snape did not refuse and came over to divide everyone into one-on-one practice.

Harry wanted to practice with Ron, but was caught by Snape.

Snape looked at the two of them coldly.

"It's time to separate you two, this dream team, I think."

He scoffed, chin raised high. "Malfoy, you and Ron are a better team, as for Potter -"

Snape looked towards Raven.

"Raven, come here and show us what you and the famous Potter can do together."

Harry: ".?!"

You old bastard!
(End of this chapter)