Chapter 326 Voldemort Wants To Blame The Blame?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Hermione's disarming spell hit without a doubt, just when Daphne was just one last note away.
No knockback, just bounces the wand away.
"You could do it faster." Hermione handed back Daphne's wand, "Just say the spell silently before you start."
She didn't raise her small face, but looked at each other at the same level.
Daphne let go of her frown.
"Hmm." Her voice was very soft.
Vincent was relieved.
Hermione did not choose to completely smash Daphne's self-esteem as a pure blood, but talked to her in a more peaceful manner.
He turned and cast a disdainful little look at Snape's back.
mean!insidious!
Humans are complex creatures and manipulating their emotions can be difficult.
"As I said, it can only be the Disarming Curse!" Lockhart's loud shout did not have any effect.
Draco fell to the ground, wheezing and laughing, and Harry's legs jigged uncontrollably.
"Stop! Stop!"
Vincent glanced back.
Hermione was sharing her little tricks, and Daphne lost her initial restraint.
He walked to the stage without hesitation.
Snape seemed to have had enough of Lockhart's yelling, and raised his wand to remove the spell from Harry and Draco.
With a bang, a cloud of green smoke appeared in front of Vincent.
Seamus was blown to pieces by Ron's wand.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Ron, you are the blasting genius!"
Vincent flicked his wand lightly to disperse all the smoke.
Alfred ran past him, followed by the bearded Crabbe.
Neville was pinned to the ground by Blaise, and Fred and George set off a few fireworks towards the ceiling.
Under the stage, Wood and Marcus wrestled together, and their wands didn't know where they went.
The whole thing fell into chaos, and Lockhart simply jumped down and hissed his throat loudly.
"Oh my god—stop!" He walked among the crowd, looking at the result of the duel that he had divided into groups.
Most of the students had used magic other than the Disarming Charm, and almost all of them had suffered some injuries.
Lighter ones, like Draco and Harry.
Had Snape not been watching, they would have dared to ditch their wands for something more traditional.
Not everyone is as nice as Hermione and Daphne, Ginny and Luna.
Not everyone was watching the show the way Vincent and Snape did.
"Stand up, MacMillan . . . watch out, Miss Fawcett . . . squeeze hard, the bleeding will stop in no time, Boot . . . "
Lockhart made a full circle and ran to the center of the auditorium in a panic.
"I think I need to teach you how to stop unfriendly magic first."
He glanced at Snape quietly, just in time to meet those black eyes emitting a cold light.
"Please volunteer to come up with a pair—" He quickly looked away, looking at Neville and Justin who were not injured,
"Longbottom, Finch, how are you doing?"
Like a shadow, Snape slid from the other side of the stage to the middle,
"That's not a good idea, Professor Lockhart."
His cold eyes swept over Neville, "Longbottom is the simplest spell, but it can also cause extraordinary damage."
His eyes shifted to Justin's side,
"If you insist on this, we have no choice but to put the remains of Finlay in a matchbox and send them to the school hospital on the second floor."
Neville scrunched his neck, his little face flushed.
"Then Seid—"
"How about Malfoy and Pott?" Snape grinned. "They haven't decided yet."
"Good idea, Professor Snape!" Lockhart thought of a beautiful picture.
Under his guidance, the savior of the wizarding world and the heir of the Malfoy family finally decided the outcome.
No matter who wins or loses, the reputation of a good professor cannot be lost.
Cedric, who escaped unharmed, quickly patted his little heart that was about to jump into his throat.
Three people in the social death group are enough, there is no need to add him.
"Okay, Harry—"
Lockhart came over, "When Draco points his wand at you, you should do it like me."
The extremely precious cherry wood wand fluttered up and down in his hand, constantly making various complicated and fancy little movements.
"Patta—" He quickly bent down to pick it up, "Oh—it seems that it is very excited."
The whole auditorium was suffocating, even Snape.
He whispered something into Draco's ear, and they both laughed.
Lockhart hugged Harry's shoulder affectionately, "Harry, you just have to do what I just did."
"What? Dropped the wand?"
He pretended not to hear, "Now that everything is ready, let's get started!"
Harry moved his eyes to the bottom of the stage, and both Vincent and Hermione made the same mouth shape.
"One, two, three, start!"
Harry just turned his head in reaction and saw Draco had raised his wand.
He didn't care about duel etiquette, and hurriedly chanted a spell, "Armor protects you!"
"Oolong out of the hole!" Draco shouted almost at the same time.
It can only cover the barrier on the front chest, facing a long black snake.
It raised its head, ready to attack Harry.
The nearest students screamed and quickly moved back to keep their distance.
"Hiss—" Black Snake spat out the message, and stepped forward vigilantly.
"The Iron Armor Charm won't help you, Potter." Snape lazily raised his wand. "I'll get it—"
"Let me do it!" Lockhart waved his wand wildly at the black snake.
With a bang, the whole snake jumped more than ten feet high, and then fell down heavily.
As if angered, it bared its fangs and took an offensive pose towards Justin who was nearest.
"Hiss—" Harry made a snake-like sound suddenly.
He looked into Black Snake's eyes, as if he was talking.
Parseltongue! ?
Vincent was slightly surprised.
Although the Potter family is no longer a pure-blooded holy family, they are descendants of Peverell, the maker of the Deathly Hallows.
Thinking of it this way, he also remembered the first movie he only watched in his previous life.
Before Harry entered school, he once chatted with a boa constrictor in the zoo.
At that time, he thought it was to highlight the difference of the protagonist, but he didn't expect it to be a foreshadowing.
Slytherin Chamber of Secrets - Basilisk - Parseltongue - Voldemort - Harry Potter
Vincent passed Neville next to him and stood in front of Justin.
Harry, who has died twice, may die again after showing the talent of Parseltongue.
The person possessed by Voldemort will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to attack more Muggle-born students.
The black snake was obviously frightened, and turned its head to show its fangs again.
The moment Vincent met its eyes, he quickly stretched out his right hand and looked forward.
He grabs one so deadly that it only takes a little force to break the spine.
The black snake's mandible was opened 180 degrees, and its body was twisting and struggling forward.
After pinching the part next to the head, even the most agile snake can't turn its body.
Not to mention wrapping it around with its tail, even the fangs lost their threat.
……
……
No knockback, just bounces the wand away.
"You could do it faster." Hermione handed back Daphne's wand, "Just say the spell silently before you start."
She didn't raise her small face, but looked at each other at the same level.
Daphne let go of her frown.
"Hmm." Her voice was very soft.
Vincent was relieved.
Hermione did not choose to completely smash Daphne's self-esteem as a pure blood, but talked to her in a more peaceful manner.
He turned and cast a disdainful little look at Snape's back.
mean!insidious!
Humans are complex creatures and manipulating their emotions can be difficult.
"As I said, it can only be the Disarming Curse!" Lockhart's loud shout did not have any effect.
Draco fell to the ground, wheezing and laughing, and Harry's legs jigged uncontrollably.
"Stop! Stop!"
Vincent glanced back.
Hermione was sharing her little tricks, and Daphne lost her initial restraint.
He walked to the stage without hesitation.
Snape seemed to have had enough of Lockhart's yelling, and raised his wand to remove the spell from Harry and Draco.
With a bang, a cloud of green smoke appeared in front of Vincent.
Seamus was blown to pieces by Ron's wand.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Ron, you are the blasting genius!"
Vincent flicked his wand lightly to disperse all the smoke.
Alfred ran past him, followed by the bearded Crabbe.
Neville was pinned to the ground by Blaise, and Fred and George set off a few fireworks towards the ceiling.
Under the stage, Wood and Marcus wrestled together, and their wands didn't know where they went.
The whole thing fell into chaos, and Lockhart simply jumped down and hissed his throat loudly.
"Oh my god—stop!" He walked among the crowd, looking at the result of the duel that he had divided into groups.
Most of the students had used magic other than the Disarming Charm, and almost all of them had suffered some injuries.
Lighter ones, like Draco and Harry.
Had Snape not been watching, they would have dared to ditch their wands for something more traditional.
Not everyone is as nice as Hermione and Daphne, Ginny and Luna.
Not everyone was watching the show the way Vincent and Snape did.
"Stand up, MacMillan . . . watch out, Miss Fawcett . . . squeeze hard, the bleeding will stop in no time, Boot . . . "
Lockhart made a full circle and ran to the center of the auditorium in a panic.
"I think I need to teach you how to stop unfriendly magic first."
He glanced at Snape quietly, just in time to meet those black eyes emitting a cold light.
"Please volunteer to come up with a pair—" He quickly looked away, looking at Neville and Justin who were not injured,
"Longbottom, Finch, how are you doing?"
Like a shadow, Snape slid from the other side of the stage to the middle,
"That's not a good idea, Professor Lockhart."
His cold eyes swept over Neville, "Longbottom is the simplest spell, but it can also cause extraordinary damage."
His eyes shifted to Justin's side,
"If you insist on this, we have no choice but to put the remains of Finlay in a matchbox and send them to the school hospital on the second floor."
Neville scrunched his neck, his little face flushed.
"Then Seid—"
"How about Malfoy and Pott?" Snape grinned. "They haven't decided yet."
"Good idea, Professor Snape!" Lockhart thought of a beautiful picture.
Under his guidance, the savior of the wizarding world and the heir of the Malfoy family finally decided the outcome.
No matter who wins or loses, the reputation of a good professor cannot be lost.
Cedric, who escaped unharmed, quickly patted his little heart that was about to jump into his throat.
Three people in the social death group are enough, there is no need to add him.
"Okay, Harry—"
Lockhart came over, "When Draco points his wand at you, you should do it like me."
The extremely precious cherry wood wand fluttered up and down in his hand, constantly making various complicated and fancy little movements.
"Patta—" He quickly bent down to pick it up, "Oh—it seems that it is very excited."
The whole auditorium was suffocating, even Snape.
He whispered something into Draco's ear, and they both laughed.
Lockhart hugged Harry's shoulder affectionately, "Harry, you just have to do what I just did."
"What? Dropped the wand?"
He pretended not to hear, "Now that everything is ready, let's get started!"
Harry moved his eyes to the bottom of the stage, and both Vincent and Hermione made the same mouth shape.
"One, two, three, start!"
Harry just turned his head in reaction and saw Draco had raised his wand.
He didn't care about duel etiquette, and hurriedly chanted a spell, "Armor protects you!"
"Oolong out of the hole!" Draco shouted almost at the same time.
It can only cover the barrier on the front chest, facing a long black snake.
It raised its head, ready to attack Harry.
The nearest students screamed and quickly moved back to keep their distance.
"Hiss—" Black Snake spat out the message, and stepped forward vigilantly.
"The Iron Armor Charm won't help you, Potter." Snape lazily raised his wand. "I'll get it—"
"Let me do it!" Lockhart waved his wand wildly at the black snake.
With a bang, the whole snake jumped more than ten feet high, and then fell down heavily.
As if angered, it bared its fangs and took an offensive pose towards Justin who was nearest.
"Hiss—" Harry made a snake-like sound suddenly.
He looked into Black Snake's eyes, as if he was talking.
Parseltongue! ?
Vincent was slightly surprised.
Although the Potter family is no longer a pure-blooded holy family, they are descendants of Peverell, the maker of the Deathly Hallows.
Thinking of it this way, he also remembered the first movie he only watched in his previous life.
Before Harry entered school, he once chatted with a boa constrictor in the zoo.
At that time, he thought it was to highlight the difference of the protagonist, but he didn't expect it to be a foreshadowing.
Slytherin Chamber of Secrets - Basilisk - Parseltongue - Voldemort - Harry Potter
Vincent passed Neville next to him and stood in front of Justin.
Harry, who has died twice, may die again after showing the talent of Parseltongue.
The person possessed by Voldemort will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to attack more Muggle-born students.
The black snake was obviously frightened, and turned its head to show its fangs again.
The moment Vincent met its eyes, he quickly stretched out his right hand and looked forward.
He grabs one so deadly that it only takes a little force to break the spine.
The black snake's mandible was opened 180 degrees, and its body was twisting and struggling forward.
After pinching the part next to the head, even the most agile snake can't turn its body.
Not to mention wrapping it around with its tail, even the fangs lost their threat.
……
……
