The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 327 Classroom Conflict (Thanks to He Jiajun for the generous donation)

"What? Professor Dumbledore mentioned the Five Schools League?"

"Sounds like a three-way battle for supremacy?"

"Hmm, they're somewhat similar. I wonder if there will be a Goblet of Fire?"

The little snakes seemed to know more, and they started discussing it, each offering their own perspective.

Dumbledore smiled and glanced at the Slytherin table, saying, "I know what you're thinking. You might think the Five Schools League is a different kind of Triple Crown, or even a multi-talented tournament."

However, I'm quite certain that the Five Schools League is completely different from the Three-Schools Championship. First of all, the age limit for participants is no longer 17; anyone who is a student from any of the five schools can register!

After Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, he smiled and looked at Principal Dawn, who then took over the conversation.

"That's right! Anyone can sign up for the competition—starting now! I know you're all eager to participate, but don't worry, we'll assume all the students here today have registered!"

However, only five students from each school can represent them in the final three rounds of the competition.

The final champion will receive one million Galleons and five surprise rewards!

“Absolutely right,” Mrs. Maxim continued. “Our role is to fairly select those five representatives! This is not only a challenge for you, but also a difficult task for us.”

"Because, for the next three weeks, we will grade your performance in each class according to S, A, B, C, D, and E, and these grades will directly affect your chances of becoming a representative."

If any student is designated as SS or SSS level, they can directly become a representative.

Karkaroff explained in a hoarse voice how five representatives would be chosen, causing all the young wizards, regardless of their nationality, to tense up.

This means that their usual performance has become crucial.

It's a very fair method, but also the most competitive and demanding!

Many students glanced at their classmates; for the next three weeks, they would be competing with their close friends.

The top students from each house—Moriarty, Charlie, Tonks…—have all become rivals!

The five principals were pleased to see the students' varied expressions on their faces, and they smiled at each other.

"Sata! Let's climb without hesitation! Let's ascend to higher peaks and soar to even more beautiful skies!"

The purple-haired wizard concluded with encouraging words; his magnetic voice and good looks elicited soft gasps from the students.

The Japanese students, like enthusiastic fans, shouted, "Hanyu-sama~ Hanyu-sama~"

Hanyu?

Moriarty and Jericho, who were watching the purple-haired man, both narrowed their eyes.

Later, he learned the purple-haired man's full name from the Japanese students: Yuzuru Kafu.

"Ah, time flies," Dumbledore said, pulling out a gold pocket watch and glancing at it. He looked up with a teasing smile. "I just realized there are less than five minutes left before the first class starts. Attention all students who don't want to be late."

The hall was filled with panicked shouts from the young wizards, who then started running towards their classrooms.

"Let's go too. This class is the Dean's Potions class. See, the Dean has already left. I bet he's going to the classroom early to catch the late students."

Lilith told Moriarty that she had regained her composure and flicked her hair.

Moriarty nodded, stood up and said goodbye to the girls around him. As he was about to leave with Lilith, he felt someone tug at his robe.

Looking back, I saw Violet Vandro.

"Wait a moment," Moriarty said to Lilith, then turned around and bowed his head. "Is there something you need, Duveen?"

Even though she knew Moriarty was reminding her not to reveal her identity, Violet was still annoyed because she couldn't go to school openly with Moriarty.

She pursed her lips and snorted, "I only have one Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning. I'll go to your dorm after class, don't forget."

"What are you going to do in my dorm room?" Moriarty asked with a wicked grin.

"You jerk." Violet rolled her eyes at him, then walked away, her face flushed.

"She just said the first class is Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Moriarty thought to himself, "Vandro has disliked Lockhart for a long time; this class is going to be interesting."

Moriarty wasn't worried about Violet's strength at all; the one who should be worried was Lockhart...

Violet had caused Lockhart a lot of trouble in class before, and both of them were in a state of pent-up anger, which looked like it would explode in today's class.

I'd like to go and see, but unfortunately... if I went, the Stankovs would probably be furious.

"Let's go, let's go to class." In the end, Moriarty said this to Lilith.

Meanwhile, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, Lockhart had already set up a pond, in which many Kaba were lurking.

Kaba is a monkey-like water monster, rated a four-star magical creature by the Ministry of Magic, and is more powerful than a fire lizard or a fire crab.

This refers, of course, to its power underwater. Once on land, the Kaba is essentially the same as a monkey, and for a wizard, eliminating it is a piece of cake.

So Violet frowned when she saw the ugly Kaba: "What's the point of letting us know about such trash? This ugly guy could never get close to me!"

Kaba couldn't understand human speech but possessed extraordinary perception. Sensing Violet's deep disdain for him, he tearfully cried, "I know I'm ugly, but please don't say it out loud!"

But no one paid any attention to Kaba. The classroom was quiet, and the first-grade lion and snake sat upright, looking at Violet in amazement.

It's like saying, "You don't want the rating anymore?"

Violet used to frequently cause trouble for Professor Lockhart in class, behaving like a troublemaker.

But today is different. Professor Lockhart has rated your Defense Against the Dark Arts as an E. Can you still be a representative of Hogwarts?

Obviously not. E-rank is the lowest level, and it's impossible to say that Violet doesn't want to participate in the Five Schools League.

No one can refuse the Five Schools League, especially with a prize of one million Galleons!

That's a million Galleons!

If the five people split it equally, each person will receive 200,000 Galleons.

This is definitely a huge sum of money. Putting everything else aside, buying a succubus to enjoy life at home is a great idea.

Professor Lockhart only spent 200,000 Galleons to buy two succubi!

The first-year students were eager to participate. Although the chance of becoming a representative and winning the championship was less than 1% among the first-year students, what if they were lucky?

So the first-year students mourned for Violet, believing that she had already lost her chance.

Sure enough, Lockhart said angrily, "Duveen Vandro, do I need to remind you that class has started? This is your last chance, go back to your seat!"

His icy tone carried a chill. Violet had caused trouble in class several times before, and he could let it go in the past, but not today!

Today is not only the first day of grading, but Japanese students are also here to listen to my class.

Yes, after discussion among the five principals, it was decided—

The students at the School of Magic studied with Slytherin, the Ivermony students with Hufflepuff, Beauxbatons with Ravenclaw, and Durmstrang with Gryffindor.

So, in addition to the little lion and the little snake, several first and second-year magicians and Durmstrang students also appeared in his class.

Violet actually embarrassed herself in front of the foreign students!

The magic surged forth, and the chill caused the air temperature to drop several degrees. The pond where Kaba was located had already frozen over!

Although the Kaba couldn't understand human speech, their senses were very sharp. They felt Lockhart's coldness and were on the verge of tears: "Even though I'm ugly, what does your sulking have to do with me?"

Two Japanese students whispered to each other, "Is that ice magic?"

"Idiot, Genya-sensei said this is water magic!"

Violet's body structure is different from that of humans, so she can hear. She frowned; she hates ice!

Violet suddenly erupted when she recalled Lockhart's description in the novel of using a spell called "Touch of Frost" to kill the Quinlan vampire.

"You damn Lockhart, can't you just die?"

Violet abandoned her wand and attacked Lockhart with the most primitive magic of the vampires!

Her pupils suddenly turned golden, flashing brightly, and her magic transformed into enormous blood-red bats.

At the same time, fingernails grew out, and a huge black shadow appeared on his back, with a distinct red lip on his face.

The powerful aura was like a strong wind, making the first-year students feel like they couldn't breathe, and Lockhart was also completely overwhelmed by Violet's explosive aura.

He looked at Violet in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that an 11-year-old kid could possess such domineering presence.

In an instant, Lockhart felt inferior. "I've never been a genius, just a self-important clown..."

With Moriarty's image suddenly appearing in his mind, Lockhart felt a surge of power coursing through his body.

The young master has appeared!

Young master, grant me power!

The young master led me onto a wonderful magical path!

You can't fall here.

Lockhart raised his head, his eyes shining.

"It seems you're determined to fight me... Classmates! Let Professor Lockhart teach you how to defeat a vampire, even if he's a bloodlust—don't be afraid, with me here, no vampire can harm you!"

Even in battle, Lockhart doesn't forget to maintain his image as a righteous and noble person, and the first-year students actually believe it, cheering for Lockhart.

Violet snorted disdainfully through her delicate nose; she had no intention of hurting the other students at all.

Lockhart's behavior only annoyed Violet more. "Clown! Just die already!"

Violet revealed her sharp teeth and crossed her arms, forming an X shape.

Several blood bats shot out, forming an X-shaped light slash in the air, flashing with blood light, and moving at an incredible speed.

"Zzzzt!"

The X-ray slash struck Lockhart's chest hard, spurting out a spray of blood.

"Wow!"

Lockhart screamed as he was slammed against the blackboard on the wall.

Violet smiled with satisfaction, her anger dissipating.

The first-year students screamed in terror, "He's dead! He's dead! He killed Professor Lockhart!"

But something even more terrifying happened: Lockhart slowly stood up!

His blond hair fell down, obscuring his face and making it impossible to see his complexion. A cloud of white mist clung to his chest.

"Without this, I might really be dead."

Lockhart waved his wand, and the white mist transformed into the shape of a beautiful peacock, but after flickering a few times, it dissipated.

A look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

When did I learn to use the Guardian Angel?

The essential condition for learning to invoke divine protection is happiness. So when am I happiest?

When did the young master allow himself to publish a book?

When the young master taught me the spell "Touch of Frost"?

When the young master asked me to go to Hyprose?

The moment I arrived at Hogwarts as a professor?

When you were standing on the podium giving a lesson to a young wizard?

I don't know, but I've been really happy ever since I met the young master!

I originally wanted to give the young master a surprise, but today I was forced out by the vampire.

Lockhart stared intently at Violet; he was angry.

"Protect the Gods."

"It was the Patronus who saved Professor Lockhart!"

"Professor Lockhart's Patronus is a peacock!"

Someone recognized them and excitedly shouted.

Violet was somewhat surprised, clearly not expecting the wizard she considered a clown to have some skill. The Patronus Charm blocked her intended killing blow, the X-Blood Slash.

"Touch of Frost!"

Lockhart had already used the magic Moriarty had taught him. He pointed his wand at the ground, and thick ice gradually appeared. Lockhart was going to freeze Violet.

"Hmph, what a little trick."

Violet proudly raised her head, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and a pair of small black wings sprouted from her back as she took flight!

Lohar was taken aback and quickly raised his wand, firing blue spells like cannonballs, but Violet dodged them all.

Violet's speed increased rapidly, like the blood-red shadow of a giant bat, and she suddenly crashed into Lockhart.

"Bang!"

Lockhart was slammed against the back wall of the classroom, and his back was in excruciating pain.

"My Merlin, this little monster."

Lockhart was also knocked so hard he was dizzy. He barely opened his eyes and saw Violet rushing towards him again. Instinctively, he thought of a spell.

Forgetfulness Spell!

Although I haven't used it in a long time, I'm very familiar with this spell. If I were to use it, I'm confident that anyone except wizards of Moriarty's or Dumbledore's caliber would fall for it!

Even if Snape and McGonagall came, they would be caught off guard.

Should we use it on Vantro?

Lockhart hesitated; if he used it, Vantor might be destroyed!

If a forgetting spell cast with all one's might hit someone without any defense, it will turn that person into an idiot!

But if I don't use it, and Violet bumps into me again, I might lose my life.

Seeing the blood shadow flying over again, Lockhart made up his mind and used it!

It's now!

"Forget everything, and all is emptiness!"

Lockhart leaped up and held his wand towards Violet's head.

Just when success seemed imminent, Lockhart noticed that Violet's golden pupils were fading, but from the shadows behind her, an arm reached out!

Lockhart was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

Without warning, a flawless white arm reached out from behind Violet.

It can be seen that it is a woman's arm.

Her hands were small and delicate, with five fingers that looked like they were made of white jade. Her nails were long and glossy purple, giving her an unusual and charming look.

Just one arm is enough to drive any man crazy.

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