Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

"He's shameless." Cyrus's lips twitched. He dared to say that even though he was clearly inferior in skill. Snape must be regretting using "Expelliarmus" instead of "Sword of Despair" right now.

Sure enough, Snape looked menacing. Lockhart probably noticed it too, and quickly said:

"That concludes the demonstration! Now I will come to you and divide you into pairs. Professor Snape, if you would like to help me..."

They moved through the crowd, pairing people up. Lockhart paired Neville and Justin Finley, but Snape went up to Harry and the others first.

“I think the Dream Team should be broken up,” he said with a sneer. “Weasley, you could team up with Finnegan. Potter—”

Harry instinctively moved closer to Hermione.

“I don’t think so,” Snape said, a cold smile on his face. “Malfoy, come here. Let’s see what kind of person you can make of the famous Potter. Miss Granger—you can be paired with Miss Burst. As for you—Ginny Weasley—”

He curled his lips into a wicked smile.

Chapter 34 The Golden Bell Falls

Cyrus saw Malfoy strutting over, followed by a burly woman, clearly the Miss Passard Snape had mentioned.

He also saw Fred and George hiding in the crowd not far away, waving and cheering him on. Fred even mouthed that he shouldn't forget to teach the Slytherin students a lesson.

“As for you, Ginny Weasley—I think there’s someone who’d like to team up with you,” Snape sneered. “Flint, your chance has come.”

He stepped aside, and then a man stronger than a chimpanzee walked out with a cruel smile. The hall fell silent instantly; Fred and George could no longer wave their arms, as if petrified by the basilisk.

"He's finally gone mad!" Ron couldn't hold back any longer and immediately shouted out his inner thoughts.

Snape immediately glared back fiercely, but this time Ron didn't back down at all. Sending a first-year student to fight a sixth-year student? Wasn't that insane? Not to mention Marcus Flint had been ambushed by Ginny before; this time he was clearly prepared!

“Professor, I think this is completely unreasonable!” Percy also stepped forward with a frown, blocking Cyrus’s path. “I can team up with Flint.”

He may be a good student, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to obey all of a professor’s unreasonable demands.

“The students are right…” Lockhart rubbed his hands together, speaking cautiously. He was hesitant to contradict Snape, but Snape’s assignments were simply too outrageous. “We’re holding clubs to teach young wizards how to fight back when facing danger, not—”

“I think Flint is capable of playing the role of ‘danger,’ what do you think?” Snape said with a sneer. “Or is it that Miss Weasley, who is skilled at sneak attacks, looks down on this defeated opponent?”

The others wanted to say something, but Cyrus interrupted them.

“Him,” Cyrus nodded. “I think Professor Snape was right about one thing; at least he looks like a very dangerous, brainless troll. It’s a shame that Slytherin is now admitting students like this.”

These words immediately offended a large group of Slytherins, and Malfoy, who was originally going to deal with Harry, wished he could cast a spell on Cyrus right now.

The person most annoyed was, of course, Marcus Flint himself.

"Just you wait and see!" He cruelly walked to the side, creating a suitable distance.

The other students scattered, and even the young wizards who had already chosen their opponents didn't begin their own duels, instead watching the mismatched contest unfold. The Slytherins, in particular, crossed their arms, ready to watch the spectacle unfold.

Snape also looked at Cyrus expectantly, eager to see the real Ginny Weasley.

Last year, Dumbledore warned him to keep an eye on Quirrell, but Quirrell ended up as Voldemort's puppet. Who knows what Ginny Weasley really is! How could a first-year wizard possibly resist his Legilimency?

“You shouldn’t have agreed!” Hermione tugged at Cyrus’s sleeve, and Ron and Harry were unwilling to leave either. They each held their wands, watching Marcus Flint warily for a possible sneak attack.

“Why don’t we go? There’s no requirement to join the club,” Hermione suggested.

"It's nothing, what's there to be afraid of?" Cyrus said nonchalantly.

“We’re with you!” Ron said, gripping the broken wand with the magic tape stuck to it tightly and taking a deep breath.

“Don’t make things worse, but Harry can stay.” Cyrus pushed Ron aside, turned to Harry, and said, “You can use that trick Lockhart taught you—”

"What?" Harry was stunned. When did Lockhart, that good-for-nothing, ever teach him any secrets?

"Take your bones off!"

After saying that, Cyrus pushed Harry aside, drew his wand, and stood in front of Flint.

Harry and his two companions wanted to follow, but Snape stopped them with a flick of his sleeve: "I think your opponents are on the other side!"

The group turned to look, and Malfoy grinned maliciously: "Let's see how many of your moves are broken!"

“Okay, okay—” Lockhart’s face was contorted with frustration. Hermione looked at him expectantly, hoping he could stop this farce, but how could he dare to defy Snape now?

“To your partners!” Lockhart called out as he returned to the stage, “Bow!”

Cyrus immediately extended his right hand to the side and bowed gracefully. But Flint seemed to have no intention of bowing in return.

This made Cyrus unhappy.

You should bow!

“I’m not going to bow to a little kid like you!” Marcus said dismissively.

Slytherin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with Marcus's actions, which they probably considered an insult to Gryffindor.

“You disappoint me, Slytherin, so lacking in manners—bow—etiquette is necessary!” Cyrus said, raising his wand-holding arm above his head, wrist down, the tip of the wand pressing down.

Marcus, who was still laughing, suddenly felt his spine bend, as if someone had forcefully pressed down on his shoulder. Those who were laughing immediately shut their mouths and looked at Cyrus with trepidation. Even Harry and his friends felt a little frightened; they had probably never seen such a terrifying "Ginny Weasley" before.

"enough!"

Cyrus bent Marcus's back almost to a ninety-degree angle; if Snape hadn't interrupted with his spell, Marcus's face would probably have been pressed against the ground.

Lockhart, fearing further complications, quickly shouted before the enraged Marcus could erupt:

"Raise your wands, get ready! I'll count to three, then cast a spell to disarm them—just disarm them—we don't want any accidents. One—two—three—"

But Marcus made his move as soon as he counted to "two".

He unleashed a vicious curse, but Cyrus dismissed it without even looking at it.

He didn't give Marcus any more time to react, and mercilessly unleashed a spell.

Marcus felt his ankle being pulled by a force, and then his body was instantly flipped over, leaving him suspended from the ornate black velvet ceiling. Everyone in the Great Hall stared in disbelief, and Snape was struck by some unpleasant memories.

"The golden bell falls to the ground!"

He pointed his wand, and Marcus immediately collapsed with a thud.

“Ginny Weasley—how did you know this spell?”

Finally off work, time to go home and play games.

Chapter 35 The Third Battle with Marcus

Snape's eyes were dark and annoyed. Looking at Marcus hanging upside down, he felt as if he were seeing himself.

"Who taught you this magic, Ginny Weasley!"

He strode up to Cyrus, his thin frame wrapped in a black wizard's robe, and looked down at Cyrus.

The spell Cyrus just used was naturally the upside-down bell spell invented by Snape. After this spell was accidentally revealed, it immediately became popular at Hogwarts, to the point that Snape was eventually humiliated by James Potter using magic he invented.

But after all these years, not many people still remember this spell.

However, it just so happens that Cyrus knows the spell.

Snape initially suspected that Ginny Weasley was possessed by Voldemort like Quirrell, but Voldemort had no interest in such trivial tricks.

“Bill taught me,” Cyrus said immediately.

When in doubt, just tell Bill. He's probably in one of the pyramids in Egypt right now, and he only started school about ten years later than Snape and the others. Back then, the spell might still have been circulating in schools.

"Bill didn't teach me such a useful spell!" Ron said, extremely indignantly. "Next time I'm going to write him a letter and give him a piece of my mind!"

“William Arthur Weasley.” Snape had naturally heard of this prodigy who had earned 12 OWL certificates. Since Cyrus said so, he had no way of verifying its authenticity and could only give up.

"Dean, I—"

"Shut up!"

Snape glared at Flint, that disgraceful wretch. His face was extremely ugly; it was clear that from this day forward, Marcus Flint would become a disgrace to all of Slytherin.

Seeing this, Harry immediately became happy; as long as Snape was in trouble, that was enough to make him happy.

Snape clearly noticed this and took his anger out on Harry.

"Looks like some people see someone else win and think they'll be lucky enough to win too." His eyes darted to Harry first, then his expressionless face turned to him. "Harry—Potter! Why don't you go find your own opponent? Just because someone else succeeded by chance, does that mean you can too?"

"Malfoy!"

Draco glanced at Marcus Flint with disdain, then confidently stepped forward: "I'll take you on, Pott!"

Harry, of course, couldn't possibly refuse to fight.

The other students also recovered from the previous battle and began to face their opponents, resulting in immediate chaos.

Everyone was casting curses. The duel between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw was relatively restrained, but the Gryffindors of Slytherin were just adding new grudges to old ones, so how could they possibly show mercy?

Fred and George both targeted Slytherin's batter, and Wood was also secretly plotting against them. Some even wanted to take advantage of the chaos to attack Cyrus, hoping to teach this enemy who had disgraced Slytherin a lesson!

Cyrus, of course, didn't hold back and hung them all from the roof.

More than ten minutes later, when Lockhart yelled at the students to stop, the ceiling of the auditorium was covered with a long row of figures, which looked like rows of green cured meat hanging from a distance.

Snape was trembling all over, whether from the cold or from anger, it was hard to tell. In the end, he said nothing, but cast a wide-range universal dispel spell, releasing Malfoy, who was under the Knot Charm, Harry, who was under the Dancing Charm, and the bunch of dried snakes on the roof.

“Good heavens, good heavens,” Lockhart jumped around in the crowd, watching the aftermath of the duels, “You stand up, Macmillan… watch out, Miss Fawcett… pinch hard, the bleeding will stop immediately, Boot…”

He is filled with regret now, deep regret! His eyes have become unfocused, as if he has lost all hope.

Oh no, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have agreed to Dumbledore's offer in the first place. If I hadn't agreed, I wouldn't have had to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If I hadn't become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I wouldn't have ended up in such a sad place. If I hadn't ended up in such a sad place, I wouldn't have had to face such a huge bunch of troubles.