The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

"Harry, I'll make you lose face, I'll break your arms and legs."

Malfoy spoke harshly, for he had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

He was confident he could easily defeat Harry, but because Harry had a twisted sister taking care of him, he never had a chance.

Now that he finally has a legitimate opportunity to duel Harry, Malfoy is determined to use this chance to prove himself to everyone.

He is the noble Slytherin, a member of a noble pure-blood family, incomparable to a mere Potter scumbag or a Muggle who only knows how to throw punches.

Harry couldn't help but clench his fist when he saw Malfoy's arrogant demeanor.

According to Dolly's current assessment, Harry doesn't even reach level 1 in boxing.

But once the boy learned a little boxing, he couldn't resist wanting to use it.

Especially with the utterly detestable Malfoy on the other side, Harry felt a surge of anger rising within him at the mere thought of punching him in the nose.

Or should he use his fists too?

"You guys are doing well."

Lockhart's face turned ashen; he had already lost face more than once today.

He had even just encountered what appeared to be a targeted attack, but considering that several students thanked him for bravely saving Pansy, Lockhart accepted the credit.

However, if the students continue to disobey his instructions, today's competition is destined to become a farce.

"You can only make a move when I count to three, otherwise I will declare you the loser!"

"On my command, one, two..."

Malfoy made his move anyway; a flash of silver light struck Harry, making him feel as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

He staggered, but didn't fall; instead, he still had the strength to fight back.

Harry's action seemed to have caught Malfoy off guard. Just as Malfoy was about to make a move, Harry's spell had already struck him.

Harry used the tickling charm, and Malfoy laughed so hard he almost choked.

This spell doesn't seem to work; it's just a prank.

However, if a person keeps laughing, they can't chant the spell, so in practical terms, the power of this spell is not much less than that of the silence spell.

For a moment, Harry hesitated, wondering whether he should rush into the fight again.

But Malfoy had already given him the answer.

Malfoy, fighting off the itching, mumbled the incantation: "Tarantella Dance!"

Harry's legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if he were doing a quickstep.

However, Harry was actually controlling himself to move towards Malfoy while dancing, creating a moonwalk-like effect.

This shows that Harry has developed strong body control, which is the result of learning from Dolly for a period of time.

"Stop! Stop!" Lockhart screamed, wishing he could end the match immediately.

Unfortunately, he was waving his wand but didn't know which spell to use, and Snape stepped in at that moment.

He just had Dolly and Pansy fight, and Dolly beat Pansy up, all to prepare for this.

What to prepare?

Naturally, Malfoy would give Harry a good beating.

If Malfoy is the only one allowed to beat up Harry, and Dolly doesn't get a chance to vent her anger, then Dolly will definitely cause trouble for Malfoy later.

But if we give Dolly a Slytherin rival first, then the situation changes.

We're all fighting a fair duel. Dolly can beat up my Slytherin members, and my Slytherin members can beat up Gryffindor members. You can't retaliate afterward, can you?

This was Snape's little scheme.

Ultimately, it all came down to beating up Harry.

It's only because Dolly didn't know Snape's thoughts that she didn't react; otherwise, she would definitely be covering her forehead and sighing, "What a petty man!"

"Stop it with a spell!" Snape used a high-level spell.

Harry's feet stopped dancing, and Malfoy stopped laughing wildly; they both finally raised their heads.

“Good heavens, good heavens,” Lockhart said, “I think I’d better teach you how to stop unfriendly magic.”

"I hereby declare both of you disqualified. The next team to come will be Mr. Longbottom and you two, how about that..."

Lockhart had barely finished speaking when Snape interjected menacingly, "That's a bad idea, Professor Lockhart."

"The duel between Potter and Malfoy is not over yet. I don't think they will give up the fight, and the other wizards won't agree either."

After Snape finished speaking, almost everyone shouted, which was a rare instance of Snape receiving so much support.

"See? Then the duel continues. I guarantee no one will be hospitalized."

He only guaranteed that there would be no hospitalization, but Snape couldn't care less about injuries that required hospitalization.

"start!"

Snape gave the order again, and this time Malfoy used one of the most insidious spells he now knew with a cold smile.

"A black dragon emerges from its cave!"

A black snake emerged from the tip of Malfoy's wand, landing heavily on the floor between them, then raising its head in preparation for attack.

The crowd screamed and quickly backed away to make way for the open space.

Seeing this, Snape said, "Potter, don't move! This is a highly venomous snake. If you get bitten, you're dead."

"Admit defeat now, and I'll get rid of him..."

“Let me do it!” Lockhart shouted.

He raised his wand and waved it threateningly at the snake. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the snake not only did not disappear, but instead leaped more than ten feet into the air before crashing back to the floor.

Clearly, Lockhart once again demonstrated his masterful spell—which not only failed but also enraged the snake.

The venomous snake was furious. It flicked its tongue and looked around, finally choosing Dolly, who was closest to it.

Because Dolly didn't back down like the others, she could subdue the snake at any time, without even using magic, so naturally she had nothing to fear.

She had to protect Hermione, who was standing behind her, and also prevent Harry from having any accidents, so naturally she couldn't back down.

As a result, she became the snake's target.

The black snake flicked its tongue and slithered toward Dolly. Dolly gripped her wand, ready to deal with it.

At that moment, Harry's expression changed.

The method transformed into the snake's vertical pupils, and some knowledge automatically appeared in his mind. He instinctively shouted at the snake, "Leave her!"

The black snake shuddered as if it had received the most inviolable command, then collapsed onto the floor, as compliant as a thick, black watering hose, its eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry felt his fear gradually disappear. He knew the snake wouldn't attack anyone anymore, though he couldn't explain how he knew.

Harry looked up at Dolly and grinned.

Dolly smiled slightly, then flicked her wand, dispelling the summoned snake, which was essentially a product of transfiguration.

It was only then that Harry noticed something was off about the atmosphere.

Many people looked at him with strange eyes, especially the Slytherin students, whose faces were full of disbelief.

Snape looked at him with a look that surprised him: a look that was both cunning and shrewd, which Harry disliked.

At that moment, Ron tugged at the back of his robe.

“Let’s go,” Ron whispered in his ear, “Let’s go…”

Ron led him out of the hall, followed by Neville.

Harry had no idea what was going on, and Ron offered no explanation, simply dragging him along until they reached the empty Gryffindor common room.

Then Ron shoved Harry into an armchair and said, "You're a Parseltongue, why didn't you tell us?"

“What am I?” Harry asked.

“Parsleyan!” Ron said. “You can talk to snakes!”

"I do not know either……"

Harry looked bewildered: "I've never tried anything like this before."

Because of Dolly's involvement, Harry missed the experience of talking to the snake at the zoo, and naturally didn't realize that he had the talent to talk to snakes.

"Besides, is that so strange? I think many people would know it, after all, it's a kind of magic."

“Oh, they can’t do that,” Ron said. “It’s not an easy skill. Harry, that’s terrible.”

"Legend has it that only the descendants of Salazar Slytherin possess this ability, but you are a Gryffindor."

Ron concluded, "So...you might be seen as a freak by some people, and a traitor by the Slytherins."

In short, you're going to have a tough time.

167 The Opened Secret Room

Lockhart's first dueling club meeting ended abruptly.

After all, Snape's main purpose in coming was to see Harry suffer a setback, and he barely managed to achieve his goal.

Lockhart himself lacked sufficient control over the situation, and problems frequently arose once Snape began to slack off.

In the end, Lockhart had no choice but to announce the disbandment, and it's unknown whether the dueling club will ever have a second gathering.

"Don't you care about your younger brother?"

On the way back to the dorm, Hermione asked Dolly curiously.

At first, she didn't know what Parsleyan meant. It was only after the witch next to her explained it to her that she realized the seriousness of the problem.

From a Muggle's perspective, this would be a situation where the parents are murderers, and the son would face ostracism and cyberbullying from his classmates.

Hermione's understanding isn't entirely correct, but it's also largely unreliable.

Although pure-blood families are gradually declining in the magical world, the fact remains that magic flows in their bloodlines.

The heirs of Slytherin are mostly Slytherin, but now there's a freak like Harry, who naturally attracts controversy.