Chapter 62 Hermione's Speculation

The farce of the Dueling Club finally ended with Harry's astonishing performance.

Lockhart recovered from his embarrassment and frustration immediately after Maca stepped down. It has to be said that his face is really thick.

Well, you see! said he, staggering back onto the stage, it's a disarming charm—as you can see, I lost my wand—oh, thank you You, Miss Brown.

He took the wand, then cleared his throat, and continued, Yes, Maca. It's a great idea to show everyone this trick! But don't mind me saying that, you're going to do something like this just now. The intention is obvious. If I want to stop you, there is no need to blow my hair. I think, in order to increase their knowledge, let them see...

Snape stared fiercely at Lockhart from the audience.

It doesn't matter to Maca, just let him talk, anyway, the next thing has nothing to do with him.

Not long after that, Lockhart let the students start team practice.

But it didn't take long before the situation became a little out of control...

My God, my God! said Lockhart, bouncing around in the crowd, watching the aftermath of the duel. You stand up, Ernie... watch out, Miss Fawcett... squeeze hard, the blood will be gone immediately. Just stop it, Bout—

In order to stop the farce, Lockhart had to terminate this failed attempt.

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

The scene was too chaotic.

After a speech from Lockhart, it eventually turned into a one-on-one demonstration again - with him and Snape on hand to guide.

And the first pair of candidates were Malfoy and Harry.

Well, Harry, said Lockhart, when Draco points his wand at you, you do it.

He raised his wand, waved it left and right, trying to conjure complex patterns, but accidentally dropped it on the ground, Snape sneered and sneered.

Lockhart hastily bent down and picked up his wand.

Ouch—my wand is a little overexcited.

Snape approached Malfoy, bowed his head and whispered something in his ear, and then Malfoy sneered too.

Professor, can you show me the method of stopping the spell again? Harry asked nervously, looking up at Lockhart.

Scared? Malfoy whispered, out of Lockhart's ear.

Dream! Harry said these words from the corner of his mouth.

Lockhart patted Harry on the shoulder happily and said with a smile, Just do as I just did, Harry!

What, dropped the wand? Harry couldn't help but spit, but Lockhart obviously automatically filtered out Harry's words.

As Lockhart began to count down, Harry had to raise his wand and focus as much as possible.

……start!

Malfoy quickly raised his wand and roared, Oolong out!

With the sound of the tip of the wand in his hand cracking, a long black snake suddenly jumped out of it and landed heavily on the floor between them.

There was black air between the black snake's scales, the snake's mouth was slightly open, and its fangs were sharp. It was facing Harry, its head held high, and it looked clearly ready to attack.

The crowd screamed and dodged back quickly to make way for the clearing.

Maca also took a few steps back, hiding among the panicked crowd, without making a sound.

Stay still, Potter, said Snape lazily.

He had evidently taken pleasure in seeing Harry standing motionless, staring at the angry snake.

I'll get him away— Let me!

Lockhart took Snape's talk away,

Even more agile in his hands, he raised his wand and waved it towards the black snake.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the snake not only did not disappear, but jumped up more than a foot high, and then fell heavily back to the floor.

Enraged, it hissed and swam straight for Justin Fenriely, who was closest to it. Immediately afterwards, it raised its head and exposed its fangs, as if it was about to launch an attack in the next second.

Harry didn't understand why he did it, he didn't even realize he decided to do it. All he knew was that his legs moved forward of their own accord, as if on tiny casters, and he stupidly yelled at the snake, Get off him!

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the snake collapsed on the floor, as supple as a pile of thick, black plastic pipes, its eyes fixed on Harry.

Successful? Harry looked at the black snake in surprise.

He immediately looked up, looked at Justin, and grinned.

Harry had expected to see a look of relief, confusion or gratitude on Justin's face - not the anger and horror he was seeing now.

What do you think you're playing! Justin yelled.

Before Harry could speak, he turned and stormed out of the Great Hall.

Snape waved his wand and eliminated the black snake. He looked at Harry with a very meaningful expression. And around Harry, there was even more whispering among the students - which made him feel even worse.

What's the matter? Harry looked around suspiciously.

Just then, Harry felt someone tug at his clothes.

Let's go! Hermione whispered, walking up to Harry.

But when they turned around and wanted to call Ron, they found that he had left at some point.

After Harry and Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor common room, it took a long time before they saw Ron walk in through the doorway.

Ron, where have you been? Hermione asked.

On the other hand, Harry was sitting in the armchair next to him, with his head slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

I'll go— Ron looked at Hermione, a tangled look flashed across his face, and then he took another breath, as if he had made a decision.

...I went to find Maca. He finally got the words out.

Going to Maca again? After all— Hermione was talking, but was interrupted by Ron hastily.

Hermione, Harry...listen to me. Ron walked to them and lowered his voice, Do you remember the day when you saw Filch's cat hanging on the wall?

Oh, sure...but what? Hermione asked curiously.

Harry looked up too, waiting for Ron to continue.

At that time, when you were all looking at the cat, I saw someone there at the corner behind! Ron looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then he said in a word, Although only looking I saw the back of that person leaving, but I'm sure it's Maca!

Maka's robe is too distinctive, wide and big, I can't make a mistake.

You mean... Maca did it? Harry asked in disbelief.

No! It's impossible! Hermione stared at Ron firmly, He can't be the heir to the Chamber of Secrets!

Perhaps it was because Hermione's voice was too high-pitched. The second part of her sentence attracted the attention of many people, and they all turned around and stared at Harry.

Oh, sorry! Hermione recovered and apologized to Harry.

No, it's nothing... just... Harry shook his head, but his expression was a little gloomy - he had been paying attention to this matter since he came back from the hall.

Seeing that Hermione didn't believe it, Ron couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest.

You...why don't you believe it! Didn't you see it during Harry's competition last time! Ron roared, Besides, since the beginning of this semester, Maca has been very strange!

That doesn't prove anything! Hermione immediately frowned, and yelled back uncontrollably, I think Maca was controlled by Voldemort—

She immediately realized something was wrong and took the words back.

Keep your voice down, Ron! Hermione whispered. You want everyone to know?

Ron turned his head and saw many students looking at him in horror, obviously frightened by Hermione's word Voldemort.

It's not because of you... Ron muttered in a low voice.

Um... Hermione, you just said... what happened to Maca being killed by Voldemort? Harry asked hastily.

...I'm not sure yet, she said with a complicated face, but I think Maca has become abnormal since the end of last semester.

You should know that when Maca came back, I was the first to see him. I also told you before that it was Voldemort who possessed Quirrell and instigated Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Both Harry and Ron nodded.

What happened to Voldemort in the end, only Maca and Professor Dumbledore know, but—

As Hermione talked, she recalled Maca's expression at that time again. She couldn't help pursing her lips, with an unspeakable expression on her face.

But when Maca came back, he looked...strange. Hermione found it difficult to describe in words, I think Voldemort might have escaped anyway.

Oh—— Ron and Harry glanced at each other, with a look of astonishment on their faces.

Looking at Maca's status this semester, I think he might be under some kind of black magic... The more Hermione said, the more she felt that this guess made sense, It's really possible! You know, at the time Dumbledore Lido was there too! He didn't bring Quirrell with him when he came back, let alone Voldemort...

If it weren't for... She lowered her eyes and said in frustration, If it wasn't for Maca to save me—

That is to say, Maca snatched back the Sorcerer's Stone, but maybe he was also hit by Voldemort's black magic... Ron, who had heard enough of Voldemort's horror legends since he was a child, didn't even dare to name him. mentioned.

On the other hand, Harry was stunned again.

His attention wasn't drawn to Voldemort, but to the words Dark Arts which brought back some memories.

Ron, Hermione, Harry thought for a while, I think maybe we can go and confirm it with our own eyes.