Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Having finally managed to quell the commotion, Lockhart stood in the center of the Great Hall, looking flustered. He glanced at Snape, saw a cold glint in Snape's dark eyes, and immediately looked away.

"I think I'd better teach you how to stop unfriendly magic."

"Please come up as a pair—Longbottom and Finley, how about you two?" Although he said it was voluntary, he deliberately chose two students who weren't particularly outstanding. At least that way, even if they caused trouble, he would be able to handle it.

“That’s a bad idea, Professor Lockhart,” Snape said, gliding lightly across the stage like a venomous bat. “Longbottom can cause destruction with even the simplest spell. In that case, we’ll just have to put Fenrir’s remains in a matchbox and send them to the hospital.”

Neville's round face immediately turned red, not because Snape spoke ill of him, but because Snape had completely confused him with Seamus.

At that moment, Cyrus felt Snape's gaze sweep over him first, and he immediately raised an eyebrow in response. He wanted to see if Snape dared to send him up to duel Malfoy.

Snape's gaze swept over Cyrus and Harry, revealing that he actually hoped Harry would be the one to embarrass himself. However, remembering what Dumbledore had told him not long ago, he fixed his serpentine eyes on Cyrus.

"How are Ginny Weasley and Marcus Flint?"

"What?" Although Lockhart had planned to accept whatever Snape suggested, he was still startled when Snape uttered those two names.

“I think this is probably inappropriate. I hope you remember that Miss Weasley is probably only a first-year student,” Lockhart said, looking troubled.

“Yes, quite excellent—” Snape said, emphasizing each word, “but I think we can be a little more lenient with the loser, can’t we?”

He looked at Lockhart, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent, which made Lockhart tremble with fear.

“Very well, very well…then Miss Weasley and Mr. Flint.”

Lockhart dared not disobey Snape, and quickly pulled Cyrus to his side. "Alright, Ginny, do this when Draco points his wand at you."

He raised his wand and waved it left and right, trying to conjure up some complicated shapes, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

“If you can’t offer any good advice, then please step aside, sir!” Cyrus was annoyed with him and shoved him aside.

"Ginny will win, right?" Ron was very worried.

“Of course! Didn’t you see how well Ginny showed off just now? And the professor even taught him a few moves!” Hermione said confidently, tidying her messy hair. She still hadn’t figured out Lockhart’s true colors.

“If you mean dropping the wand on the ground, then yes.” Ron was very unhappy.

Moreover, he realized that Snape was the one with real skills, and perhaps he would teach Flint a powerful spell.

“It’s alright, Ron. We have to trust Ginny.” Harry patted Ron’s shoulder firmly, still feeling a sense of unreality. For the first time, Snape had actually targeted someone in front of him.

Ron's guess was correct.

As Marcus Flint approached Snape, the gloomy bat immediately extended its claws and grabbed him, speaking in a half-threatening tone:

“I’m giving you one more chance, Flint. I don’t want to hear any more excuses,” Snape said coldly.

Conversely, if Ginny Weasley were truly as he suspected, Flint would have no chance of winning.

"Yes, sir..."

“I’ll teach you a spell,” Snape whispered in his ear.

"..."

Marcus Flint swaggered onto the dueling platform.

He looked at the petite "Ginny" standing not far away, feeling a mix of fear from his previous defeats and disdain for a first-year student.

But no matter what, his nervousness at this moment was genuine.

Slytherin has already made enough of a laughing stock. If he loses again, he'll either transfer schools or just die!

It's Thursday already, I'm so looking forward to Friday, sob sob sob.

Chapter 36 The Oddball Emerges

Marcus Flint and Cyrus stood together on the high stage.

The stage looked a bit like a dining table set up, and Flint, while warily glancing at his opponent, blushed with shame.

He, a sixth-grade student, was about to fight a young wizard in front of nearly a thousand eyes. And his opponent seemed so relaxed and at ease, completely disregarding him.

He felt humiliated and ashamed, but in reality, apart from the Gryffindor students deliberately stirring things up, none of the other students felt that there was anything wrong with it.

Just minutes before, a first-year student named Ginny Weasley had turned more than a dozen Slytherin students into dried snakes and hung them on the ceiling of the Great Hall.

"This time I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Flynn said, his voice sharp but his heart pounding.

He was really not confident, and just watching Cyrus twirling the wand made him sweat a little.

“I’m actually hoping you can do better, otherwise Slanterling’s level will really disappoint me,” Cyrus said nonchalantly.

Someone like Flint, whose strength outweighs his intelligence, could be easily taught a lesson by Tom Riddle's first-year Charms level. To be honest, he'd be more dangerous charging at him with his fists than with his wand.

“Come on, I’ll let you have a chance,” Cyrus said generously. “You can cast a spell first, or you can launch a sneak attack.”

His arrogant attitude made Flint grit his teeth, but the Slytherin gorilla did not refuse; he simply gripped his wand tightly and breathed heavily.

'Don't be nervous, Marcus. You were just careless before.'

He kept telling himself this.

'She's just a first-year wizard, you can't possibly lose!'

Lockhart called "begin" again, but this time Flint didn't make the first move. He kept a wary eye on Cyrus, ready to defend at any moment, afraid that his spell would be knocked away by Cyrus, just like before.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to do anything?" Cyrus found Flint's timid and hesitant manner somewhat laughable. He was like a gorilla, but now he looked more like a turtle with its head tucked in.

He took a step forward, and Flint immediately couldn't help but take a step back. This embarrassing sight made the Slytherin wizards want to curse him.

"What are you doing, Flint?"

"a shame!"

"Teach her a lesson!"

"You should drop out of school, you piece of trash!" Malfoy shouted the loudest.

It was as if they weren't the ones who were afraid of Ginny; as if they were the brave ones, and Marcus was the only cowardly loser.

Marcus glared at him fiercely, and Malfoy immediately shrank back, not daring to say a word.

Now, the gorilla is finally forced to do something.

He raised his wand—Sylph was glad he remembered he was a wizard—and hurled a stun spell.

Cyrus knew it was a stun spell because Marcus had recited the incantation aloud.

He hasn't mastered the secrets of silent spells yet; he can only cast those low-level, insidious spells with a little success.

Cyrus made no attempt to defend himself; he simply tilted his head slightly to dodge the overly direct attack.

A duel is not as simple as just standing there and casting spells. Cyrus even found the battle with Marcus extremely boring.

He gave his opponent a few moves, or rather, his intention to counter Marcus's spellcasting was so obvious that Cyrus easily dodged them.

This was too easy for him, but the audience below the stage were on tenterhooks.

From their perspective, Ginny Weasley for some reason didn't retaliate, but could only dodge Marcus's attacks. Each time, Marcus's spell grazed Ginny's small body and slammed heavily against the wall.

"Ginny, fight back!" Ron yelled in fright.

"Beat her down, Flint!" the Slytherin wizards retorted.

The students from every house were very nervous. Three of them were worried about Ginny, while the Slytherin students were eagerly waiting for Flint to redeem herself!

Even Marcus Flint himself thought he had the upper hand, and he fired out more and more spells, aggressively advancing while attacking, trying to put more pressure on Cyrus.

Ginny Weasley?

But that's it!

He felt confident of victory!

Only Snape could see Cyrus's ease and confidence, or rather, ease and confidence was an understatement.

She didn't take Flint seriously, Snape thought.

His gaze was very gloomy.

For a first-year student, who has only attended half a semester, to defeat a sixth-year wizard is already an unbelievable feat. Not to mention the current difference in strength between the two is like heaven and earth.

Without a doubt, Ginny Weasley is definitely up to something!

“You’re making me feel very bored, Mr. Flint.”

On stage, Cyrus grew tired of this childish battle and flicked his wrist, making a whooshing sound as his wand flew through the air.

Flint's powerful spell was shattered by Cyrus right in front of him. The seemingly powerful spell was just a useless puff of smoke in Cyrus's eyes.

Marcus was stunned. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. His previous indomitable spirit vanished instantly. Now, holding the wand, he felt fear under Cyrus's gaze.

Cyrus slowly picked up his wand and suddenly unleashed a powerful spell!

The light of the spell instantly illuminated the astonished faces of the young wizards surrounding the stage. They instinctively closed their eyes and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Armor protection!" Marcus Flint shouted urgently.

"Boom!"

Then a muffled thud was heard, like a firecracker being covered and then exploding.

The stage seemed to shake a few times.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked timidly.