Chapter 114 Ron: Use the disarming spell on me quickly

"Hey! Harry, did you see? Professor Dracula learned how to defeat Snape from my wand!"

Ron looked excitedly at the flashy scene just now, jumping excitedly and shaking Harry's shoulders, "Professor Dracula learned the method from me, which means he used mine." The method, to briefly summarize it, is that I defeated Snape!"

Ron's mood seemed very excited, as if it was not Dracula who defeated Snape, but himself!

Harry glanced at him and was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed, he tensed up, turned his head, and froze in place.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Ron looked at his movements in confusion and poked his ribs, "I understand, you don't want to admit my excellence and want to change the subject!"

Harry was a little itchy from being poked, so he suppressed laughter and quietly pouted toward the stage.

"What are you doing, Harry? Why don't you say anything?" Ron poked Harry in the ribs again.

This time Harry couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.

"Ron, don't be complacent here, look at that end of the stage!" he said while laughing.

"What can be there, except Snape who just became Professor Dracula's defeated enemy..." Ron said, "Wait, Snape?"

At the mention of Snape's name, Ron suddenly woke up, his heart racing.

He immediately covered his mouth to prevent any further inappropriate remarks, and then carefully looked in the direction where Snape had just landed on the stage.

At the edge of the stage, Snape had stood up at some point and was staring at Ron and Harry with extremely cold eyes.

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"It's over, I'm dead, Harry." Ron whispered to Harry while covering his mouth, "I'm sure Snape heard what I just said. He's looking at me now. His eyes look like he wants to kill me!"

"I think he not only wants to kill you, but you also got me involved..." Harry drooped his eyebrows and said dryly, "Whether I am involved or not, Snape will think so. I’m the one who said bad things about him.”

"Then let us suffer together, good brother!" Ron put his arm around Harry's shoulders, looking like he was willing to sacrifice himself.

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On the other side, Snape, who was feared by Harry and Ron, looked away.

He glanced at the ash wand in his hand, which fired magic spells from the end, and threw it aside bitterly.

Then, Snape borrowed Draco Malfoy's wand and used a universal breaking spell on his left arm——

"The curse is finite."

The petrification spell that Snape cast himself was immediately released. He shook his left arm and felt that it was moving freely, so he returned the wand to Draco, and then walked back to the stage.

"Dracula - don't playing these little tricks make you happy?" He walked up to Dracula, his voice lower than usual, "You can obviously duel me upright, why do you have to use such despicable methods? s method?!"

Snape was very unconvinced in his heart. He would not have been so careless in the first place.

As a veteran undercover intelligence worker, Snape has an extremely cautious character. He rarely uses other people's magical supplies without thinking or checking to prevent himself from being plotted.

But the enemy Snape faced today was Dracula, an extremely powerful opponent, an opponent who had defeated him twice!

Snape didn't think that an opponent of Dracula's strength would use any tricks. After all, he could defeat him with hard power.

In addition, when fighting Dracula, Snape focused most of his attention on observing Dracula's every move in order to be wary of Dracula's sudden attacks. Therefore, he didn't have much time to pay attention to the ordinary-looking ash wand in his hand.

In short, Snape was plotted by Dracula and was tricked by the wand in his hand.

So he came to Dracula angrily and asked him why he used these boring little tricks to win.

"Because I have fought with you twice." Dracula said matter-of-factly. "I have to say, except for the first time, which was a bit of a surprise, fighting with you later on was no longer interesting."

Snape's eyes became a little stunned, and then burned with strong anger. His teeth were clenching, but there was nothing he could do against Dracula.

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape." Dracula said happily, "This reverse wand is the inspiration I just got, and I couldn't help but use you as a test subject."

"The source of inspiration is Ronald Weiss, right?" Snape's mood gradually calmed down, and then he gave a malicious sneer.

"That's true." Dracula nodded lightly, "Wes's wand was broken, but the broken wand stuck with magic tape actually had other properties, which I didn't expect."

"I'm not interested in how you got the inspiration, Dracula." Snape said with a dark face, "I just want to apply for the authorization of a dueling club from you -"

"I want to apply to you to assign Ronald Weiss to a duel group with Harry Potter!"

Dracula glanced at Harry and Ron, who were looking at death in the audience, and there was a look of interest in his eyes.

"Of course no problem!" He was looking forward to the scene of Snape torturing Harry and Ron, so he decisively sold the two Gryffindor wizards.

"Okay, let's do this for the duel demonstration!"

Dracula turned around and said loudly to the little wizards in the audience, while raising his hand and snapping his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, countless bright dividing lines suddenly appeared on the marble floor of the auditorium, criss-crossing, and circled many small venues for duels.

"Now Professor Snape and I will go among you and divide each two of you into a group. The two little wizards in each group will have a duel."

"Well... due to the size of the venue, it is difficult for our seven-year students to duel at the same time. It is not convenient for Professor Snape and I to take care of the safety of every pair of young wizards in the duel. It would be too troublesome. Already..."

Hearing this, Snape glanced at Dracula and his eyes twitched, 'So...it's not that this person can't take into account the safety of all students, he just finds it troublesome, right...'

"Let's start with the young wizards." Dracula didn't pay attention to what Snape was thinking, and continued, "Since the first-year study time is still short, we will temporarily watch the battle, and the second-year wizards will start the duel competition first. !”

He winked at Snape happily and said, "Professor Snape will organize the second-year wizards into groups for the upcoming duel."

Snape nodded knowingly and walked off the stage with a sneer.

Harry and Ron in the audience felt uncomfortable. They hugged each other shivering and squeezed toward the back of the crowd.

Snape walked quickly off the stage, his long black robes flowing behind him.

Even though he had just lost the duel, he still had an intimidating aura surrounding him. No one in the audience dared to approach him!

He walked through the crowd, matching the second-year students in his sights very hastily——

Neville Longbottom and Hufflepuff's Justin Finch-Fletchley formed a pair; Malfoy's two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, formed a pair...

However, his pace did not stop for the grouping, and he continued to walk towards the middle of the crowd.

Harry and Ron felt that Snape never took his eyes away from them!

Finally, Harry and Ron retreated to the wall, unable to retreat.

Snape walked up to the two of them with a cold smile of unknown meaning on his face.

"The dream team of you two should be broken up, I think," he said with a dry smile. "Wes, come on, you can form a pair with Seamus Finnigan. As for Potter-"

Harry subconsciously looked for help at Hermione, who was following him. Her eyes were full of worry.

"I don't think you should be paired with Miss Granger. You two stick together all day long, and there is no challenge in actual combat." Snape said, with a cold smile on his face, "Malfoy, come up here. Come."

He looked at Draco Malfoy, who was standing between Crabbe and Goyle, "Let's see, is it the famous savior Harry Potter who lives up to the expectations of those stupid people and wins, or is it Slater?" Lin's Malfoy is even better..."

"As for you, Miss Granger - you may be paired with Miss Millicent Burstead."

Malfoy walked over arrogantly, with a proud smile on his face, looking very much in need of a beating.

Behind him was a Slytherin girl. She was tall, strong, stocky, and her thick chin stretched forward menacingly. She was no less impressive than the big guys Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione smiled reluctantly at her, but she ignored it.

The strong Miss Millicent Burst caught even Dracula's eye.

Dracula immediately gave his judgment. Poor Miss Granger could only win by delaying time from a distance with all the magic spells she had mastered.

This is indeed the case. If a mage is closely controlled by a tank, he will probably be in trouble...

"Face your partners!" Seeing that the second-year students had all paired up, Snape returned to the stage and shouted loudly, "Take a bow!"

Upon hearing the command, most of the young wizards in the audience bowed politely to their opponents.

But the two old enemies, Harry and Malfoy, didn't move. They didn't even think of nodding. They just stared at each other fiercely.

"Raise your wands!" Snape's cold voice sounded again, "One—two—three—"

Before he could count to three, many young wizards took action first, either because they were nervous or because they wanted to carry out a sneak attack.

Malfoy was one of the little wizards who wanted to carry out a sneak attack. He took action when Snape counted to "two"——

"Flipendo at full speed!"

His spell hit Harry so hard that he felt as if he had been hit in the head by a stew pot and staggered.

Fortunately, Malfoy's repel spell didn't seem to be very proficient, and it didn't repel Harry as expected.

So Harry seized the opportunity, pointed his wand directly at Malfoy, and shouted:

"Rictusempra!"

A ray of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach, and he doubled over, gasping for air.

This silver light was a tickling charm. After hitting Malfoy, he was so paralyzed with laughter that he could hardly move.

Looking at Malfoy kneeling on the ground in front of him, Harry hesitated, vaguely feeling that he shouldn't use magic on Malfoy while he was lying on the ground. This was against the ethics of the game...

However, not everyone is as talented as him.

Malfoy was laughing hard and pointing his wand at Harry's knee.

"Tarantallegra!" he cried, laughing and panting.

The next moment, Harry's legs were twitching uncontrollably under the influence of the dance step spell, as if he was doing a funny tap dance.

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Compared to the duel between Harry and Malfoy, the duel between Ron and Seamus Finnigan was much more peaceful.

After Snape counted three times, the duel officially began.

Ron and Seamus stood at opposite ends of the field, looking at each other, waiting for the person on the opposite side to make the first move.

"Seamus, you go first, I'll let you go." Ron looked at Seamus who was reluctant to take action, and said with a mysterious look on his face.

He knew that his broken wand was not easy to use, and if he did it first, he would most likely let the spell hit him back.

So he had to let Seamus make the first move!

"Why don't you make the first move, Ron?" Seamus said unwillingly, "I can give in to you too!"

Simo also knew that he didn't master magic well. Many ordinary magics turned into time bombs for him, and he would inevitably damage himself eight hundred times before hurting the enemy.

So he had to let Ron make the first move!

The scene immediately reached a deadlock.

At this moment, Ron suddenly remembered the duel between Professor Dracula and Snape.

The way Professor Dracula defeated Snape was to have a wand that could cast reverse spells be captured by his opponent, and then use this method to plot against the opponent and ultimately win.

Thinking of this, Ron was immediately overjoyed——

"Seamus, quickly, use the disarming spell on me!"

He shouted loudly and even raised his wand high above his head, facing Seamus with a "French military salute" gesture.

Seamus: "?"

"You want to cheat on me? There's no way!" Seamus immediately saw through Ron's trick and laughed proudly, "Ron, don't think I don't know what your wand is! You've made many mistakes in class. Once!”

But seeing Ron raising his hands high, Seamus was unwilling to miss such a rare opportunity to win.

So he gritted his teeth and used another magic spell——

"Lootor wibbly!"

The next moment, a violent explosion occurred in front of Seamo...

Looking at Seamus, who had a dark face in front of him, Ron couldn't help but laugh, "As expected of you, Seamus, the blasting genius, can even use the Soft Leg Curse as a bomb!"

Then, he confidently raised his wand and pointed it at Seamus, feeling that he had a chance to win——

“Fire-roasted and spicy (furnunculus)!”

The next moment, the pimple curse cast by Ron himself hit his stomach...

Seeing Ron with pimples on his face, the dark-faced Seamus also laughed, "As expected of you, genius Ron, I know you are best at beating yourself up!"

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