Chapter 287 287. Another teaching accident?

Life is like this, often calm, but occasionally there will be waves again.

One day in mid-October, another teaching accident happened in Hogwarts.

The party involved in this teaching accident finally turned out to be Professor Black.

And the other party was the unlucky child Malfoy.

It is said that this guy with a nose in the sky angered Black in class and was hung on the ceiling of the classroom by the angry professor for a whole class.

In short, because of a dislocated arm, Malfoy went to the school hospital again.

"It is said that Professor Black is Malfoy's uncle, and Malfoy's mother also had the surname Black before she got married."

At the dinner table at noon that day, Eddie was talking about gossip that he didn't know where he got from.

"Is this true? I haven't heard of it?" Roger asked with interest.

"It's true." Milton said, "I remember that Mrs. Malfoy is indeed the daughter of the Black family."

Facing the surprised expressions of his roommates, Milton sighed and said, "When I was a child, my grandfather asked me to memorize the intricate relationship between pure-blood families."

Speaking of this, his expression was very painful.

"Oh, you've worked hard, Milton." Roger patted his shoulder without sincerity.

Milton shook his head with a look of dismay, "Most so-called emerging wizard families are like this, and even regard the complicated relationships between those pure-blood families as a subject of study."

Eddie saw that the atmosphere changed after Milton spoke, and quickly drew everyone's attention back to him.

He smiled and said, "Hey, you must have never thought about how Malfoy angered Professor Black."

Scott gave him a look that said he should speak quickly.

"Maybe Professor Black is too partial to his godson Potter, which makes Malfoy very dissatisfied, or a little jealous?"

Eddie said very quickly.

"Anyway, before class, he kept provoking Potter and said some unpleasant things, and Professor Black suddenly got angry."

"Maybe poor little Malfoy thought his Uncle Black would love him like his father." Roger shrugged, "But unfortunately, he was wrong."

Scott smiled, "I'm more curious about what Malfoy said that triggered Professor Black's emotions."

"Ahem!"

Eddie coughed.

He obviously had found out.

After making sure that everyone around the table was looking at him, he began his performance.

He raised his chin like little Malfoy.

But his fat chin couldn't play the meanness of little Malfoy.

"My mother said..." Eddie began to learn the tone of little Malfoy's speech, "Ahem, my mother said that the Black family is always pure, and people like you will not be welcomed by the Black family, Potter."

Because his imitation was three-quarters like, the classmates around couldn't help laughing.

Eddie's imitation continued.

"And I, the heir of the Malfoy family, am the one who will be welcomed by the Black family."

"By the way, our Professor Black was kicked out of the house a long time ago, the day he was sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat."

"After that, he could only hang out with your father's group and live in the Potter family."

"My mother said that Uncle Regulus is the heir recognized by the Black family!"

"My mother also said that Professor Black went astray because of people like your father. To me, old Potter really hurt people, didn't he?"

At this point, Eddie spread his hands and his face returned to his own expression.

"In short, that's it. After that, Malfoy was gagged and hung up by Professor Black, and he was not let down for the whole class." He said gloatingly.

Scott was speechless. Little Malfoy was just a bad mouth.

If he only attacked Black himself, maybe Black, as an elder, would not bother with him, but who asked him to attack his uncle's dead good friend?

"Latest news!"

Suddenly, the Weasley twins ran into the hall from outside, shouting.

They both looked very excited.

"Professor Black!"

"And Professor Snape!"

They shouted.

"They are going to duel!"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by them. The hall was quiet for a moment, and then almost everyone stood up.

"Where is it! Take me there!"

Lee Jordan, a good friend of the twins from the same college, was the first to respond.

He left the table and rushed to the twins.

"Oh my God! Merlin!" Eddie almost screamed, "I must not miss this scene!"

"In the atrium!"

Fred raised his hand and walked out of the hall like a tour guide.

Hua La La...

Almost everyone had no time for lunch and followed.

"Hurry up! Make way!"

Scott saw Harry trying hard to squeeze out of the crowd, and it seemed that he wanted to get to where Black was as soon as possible.

"Harry!" Hermione was screaming, "We should go find other professors for help immediately, Professor McGonagall or Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"It's too late!" Harry squeezed out of the crowd eagerly and ran away.

Scott was chewing an unfinished sandwich in his hand and slowly followed the crowd to the wide courtyard of the castle.

At this time, the corridors around the square atrium were already crowded with students who were watching the excitement, but it was surprisingly quiet, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

Scott looked up and saw Snape and Black standing under the stone sculpture of the monster in the center of the atrium.

But they had not started the duel as Fred and George said, but just confronted each other.

But they also drew their wands and pointed at each other with their wand-holding hands.

As more and more people gathered around, the expression on Snape's face became more and more ugly.

But Black seemed to be a little crazy. He suddenly grinned and said loudly: "As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think I have the right to teach disobedient students a lesson, Snivellus!"

He reread "Defense Against the Dark Arts" and "Snivellus".

Obviously, he did it on purpose.

Snape was so angry that his nostrils were enlarged.

"How dare you! You mad dog with a plague!"

He waved his wand in anger.

"God's Sharpness!"

Although there was no sign, Black lay down on the ground and rolled directly.

The next second, a deep cut mark appeared on the stone slab he rolled over.

He avoided this invisible attack.

And he was able to cast spells flexibly while rolling, swinging his wand at a tricky angle.

"Smash to pieces!"

Snape snorted disdainfully, and casually used his wand to pick up Black's spell.