Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The farce of this duel club ended in Harry's amazing performance.

After Maca stepped down, Lockhart immediately recovered from the embarrassment and frustration.I have to say that his face is really not so thick.

"Okay, everyone see it!" He slumped to the stage again and said, "This is a disarming spell—as you can see, I lost my wand—ah, 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! But don’t mind if I say that, you just wanted to do this. The intention is obvious. If I want to stop you, I don’t need to do anything about it. I think, in order to increase their knowledge, I might as well let them see..."

Snape stared at Lockhart from the audience.

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

Not long afterward, Lockhart asked the students to start team practice.

But it didn't take long for the scene to seem a little uncontrollable...

"Oh my god, my god!" Lockhart said, jumping around in the crowd, watching the aftermath of the crowd's duel, "you stand up, Ernie... watch out, Miss Fawcett... pinch it hard, blood immediately Can stop, Bout—"

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

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

The scene was too chaotic.

After Lockhart's "speech", the scene finally turned into a one-on-one presentation again—he and Snape were responsible for guiding them nearby.

The first pair of candidates was Malfoy and Harry.

"Okay, Harry," Lockhart said. "When Draco points you with his wand, you do."

He raised his wand and waved it left and right, trying to change a complicated pattern, but accidentally dropped it to the ground, and Snape sneered aside.

Lockhart hurriedly bent over and picked up the wand.

"Oh-my wand is a bit overexcited."

Snape approached Malfoy, lowered his head and whispered to him, then Malfoy sneered.

"Professor, can you show me another way to stop the spell?" Harry looked up nervously at Lockhart.

"Scared?" Malfoy said in a low voice, preventing Lockhart from hearing it.

"You have a dream!" Harry came and went from the corner of his mouth.

Lockhart slapped Harry on the shoulder happily and said with a smile: "Just do what I did, Harry!"

"What do you do, drop the wand on the ground?" Harry couldn't help but vomit, but Lockhart apparently automatically filtered 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 yelled, "Oolong out of the cave!"

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

The black snake's scales were surrounded by black air, the mouth of the snake was slightly open, and its fangs were sharp.It was facing Harry, his head raised high, and it seemed obviously ready to attack.

The crowd screamed and quickly backed away to make room.

Maca also took a few steps back, hiding in the panicked crowd, making no sound.

"Don't move, Potter," Snape said lazily.

Obviously, he was very happy to see Harry standing there motionless, staring at the angry snake with big eyes.

"I'll get him away—" "Let me come!"

Lockhart grabbed Snape's words.

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

It was furious, hissing a letter and swam straight to the nearest Justin Finley.Then, 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 this, he didn't even realize that he decided to do it.He only knew that his legs moved forward automatically, as if stepping on casters, and then he stupidly shouted at the snake: "Leave him!"

As soon as Harry's voice fell, the snake collapsed on the floor, soft as a pile of thick black plastic water pipes, its eyes fixed on Harry.

"Success?" Harry looked at the black snake in surprise.

He immediately raised his head, looked at Justin, and grinned.

Harry thought he would see a relaxed, confused, or grateful expression on Justin's face—not the anger and panic he is now.

"What do you think you are playing!" Justin shouted.

Before Harry could speak, he turned and rushed out of the auditorium.

Snape waved his magic wand and eliminated the black snake.He looked at Harry with a deep expression.And around Harry, it was surrounded by the whispers of students among each other-it made him feel worse.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked around suspiciously.

At this moment, Harry felt that someone was pulling his clothes.

"Go!" Hermione walked to Harry and whispered.

But when they looked back and wanted to call Ron, they found that he had already left at some point.

When Harry and Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor common room, it took a long time to see Ron walk in through the doorway.

"Ron, where have you been?" Hermione asked.

On one side, Harry was sitting in the armchair beside him, his head slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

"I'm going—" Ron looked at Hermione, a tangled look flashed across his face, and then took a breath again, seeming to have made some decision.

"...I went to find Maca." After all, he said the words.

"Going to find Maca again? After all—" Hermione was talking, but Ron rushed to interrupt her.

"Hermione, Harry...listen to me." Ron walked over to them and lowered his voice. "Remember when you saw Filch's cat hung on the wall that day?"

"Oh, of course... but what's the matter?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry looked up when he heard the words, waiting for Ron to continue speaking.

"At that time, while you were watching the cats, I saw someone there on the corner behind!" Ron looked around and confirmed that no one was paying attention here. Then he said every word, "Although only watching When it comes to the back of that person leaving, I'm sure it is Maca!"

"Maca's robe is too characteristic, wide and big, I can't read it wrong."

"You mean... Maca did it?" Harry said in disbelief.

"No! It's impossible!" Hermione glared at Ron, resolutely, "He can't be the heir to the secret room!"

Maybe Hermione’s voice was too high, the second half of her sentence caught the attention of many people, and everyone turned around to stare at Harry.

"Oh, sorry!" Hermione returned to her senses and apologized to Harry.

"No, it's nothing... It's just..." Harry shook his head, but his expression looked a little gloomy-he has been caring about it since he returned from the hall.

Seeing Hermione's unbelief, Ron couldn't help feeling a moment of depression in his chest.

"You...why don't you believe it! Didn't you see it during Harry's game last time!" Ron shouted loudly, "Also, since the beginning of the semester, Maca has always been wrong!"

"That can't prove anything!" Hermione exploded immediately, and she shouted back when she couldn't control it. "I think Maca was controlled by Voldemort--"

She immediately found that something was wrong and took the words back.

"Keep it down, Ron!" Hermione whispered. "Do you want everyone to know?"

Ron turned his head and saw that many of his classmates looked at him with horror, apparently startled by the word "Voldemort" by Hermione.

"Not because of you..." Ron murmured.

"Um... Hermione, you just said... What happened to Maca being Voldemort?" Harry hurriedly asked.

"...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 Voldemort had possessed Quirrell and instigated Quirrell to steal the magic stone."

Harry and Ron both nodded.

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

As Hermione was talking, she recalled Maca's expression again. She couldn't help but pursed her lips, with an unspeakable expression on her face.

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

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

"Looking at the state of Maca this semester, I think he might be affected by some dark magic..." Hermione said the more and more this kind of speculation made sense, "It's really possible! You know, at the time, Dumbledore Lido was there too! When he came back, he didn't bring Quirrell, let alone Voldemort..."

"If it wasn't..." She lowered her eyes, a little frustrated, "If it wasn't for Maca to save me--"

"In other words, Maca snatched the Sorcerer's Stone, but perhaps he was also hit by the dark magic of the mysterious man..." Ron, who has heard enough of Voldemort's horror legend since he was a child, even dare not even his name. Mentioned.

On one side, Harry was stunned again.

His attention was not attracted by Voldemort, but by the word "black magic" evoked some memories.

"Ron, Hermione," Harry thought for a while, "I think, maybe we can check it out with our own eyes."