Chapter 499 Harry: You Old Bastard!

Raven's deeds soon spread throughout Hogwarts.

Everyone knew that Raven, from the Padraic family of Slytherin College, could use a silent spell to knock Malfoy, a second-year student, away in her first year.

Hogwarts had not seen such a strong newcomer for more than ten years.

Since Raven's name (Raven) also means "crow" in English, the students of Hogwarts soon called Raven "Slytherin's Crow".

At the same time.

Hufflepuff College, where Loki was in the first year, was taking a defense against the dark arts class.

The unlucky student Hank was dragged to the podium in front of the classroom to play the role of a werewolf.

"Yes, a wonderful howl, and then, I suddenly attacked, like this, and threw him to the floor with all my strength, so that, with one hand, I would control him, and with the other hand, I would put my wand against his throat, and then I would muster up my remaining strength and cast a very complicated magic."

Gilderoy Lockhart was telling the story of his battle with the werewolf.

In the middle, he guided Hank to take a fighting stance.

"Then, he uttered a pitiful groan. Go on, Hank, raise your hands a little higher. OK, that's it. The hair disappeared, the fangs retracted, and he turned back into a human being. Simple but effective. Another village will always remember me as a hero who saved them from the terror of being attacked by werewolves every month."

In Gilderoy Lockhart's story, he defeated the werewolf and saved the lives of the villagers in a village.

When he was still unsatisfied and wanted to continue, the bell for the end of get out of class rang suddenly.

When he heard the bell ring, Gilderoy Lockhart showed a regretful expression on his face.

"Sorry, I know you must be still interested in the story I told you, but time is always short, students, let's continue in the next class."

Gilderoy Lockhart said to the first-year students of Hufflepuff as he took a step forward:

"Homework is to write a poem about my defeat of Werewolf Wegg! The best one will get a signed copy of "The Magical Me"!"

Loki frowned as he looked at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was boasting on the stage.

He was 100% sure that the guy in front of him was a complete liar.

He even doubted whether this guy could recite a spell for defense against the dark arts.

But even though he knew that the other party was a liar, Loki had no intention of exposing his idea.

He was always too lazy to do things that were not good for him.

With this time, he might as well explore the Forbidden Forest behind the school, where he might find something valuable.

"By the way, there is something I need to announce."

Gilderoy Lockhart remembered something and said to the students who were about to leave: "Tomorrow I will start a fighting club in the school. In order to train everyone to deal with the level of defense against the dark arts, I hope everyone will participate enthusiastically."

Hearing that Gilderoy Lockhart was going to hold a fighting club, the students below immediately started talking.

Loki pinched his chin and fell into deep thought like Peter.

Fighting club?

Padraic Farm.

Mark did not "tell" Peter again this time.

Since Peter was always busy with Diana and magic engraving, Mark did not tell his father about these things in school.

He didn't want these little things in school to distract his father.

No words were spoken that night, and time quickly entered the next day.

Hogwarts School.

"Fighting Club is about to start!"

In the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron looked at the notice and asked Harry, "Do you think those monsters in Slytherin can fight?"

"With Raven here, they will definitely be good."

When Harry thought of the scene where Raven defeated Malfoy with a silent spell yesterday, he felt like he was dreaming.

"That's true."

Ron thought for a moment and asked Harry and Hermione, "Are we going too?"

"Of course."

"Go!"

Both Harry and Hermione agreed to join the fighting club.

After reaching a consensus, the three of them quickly came to the Great Hall.

The long dining table in the Great Hall disappeared, replaced by a golden stage against the wall, with thousands of candles lit on it, and the ceiling was dark purple, as if everyone who had taken the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts class was wrapped underneath.

Everyone was excited and carrying a wand.

"I wonder who teaches us?"

As they approached the chattering crowd, Hermione said, "Someone told me that Professor Flitwick was a fighting champion when he was young. Maybe it was him."

Hermione didn't know that Gilderoy Lockhart was the organizer. She guessed that Professor Flitwick was the teacher of the training class.

The Flitwick she was talking about was a short, white-haired (and goblin) teacher with a shrill voice.

Professor Flitwick had to stand on a pile of books to make himself visible to the whole class.

Although he was short, he was also the head of Ravenclaw College, and he was usually responsible for teaching spells.

"I guess maybe..."

Harry was guessing who the teacher of the fighting class was, and suddenly he cried out in pain.

Because he saw Professor Gilderoy Lockhart walk onto the stage, and standing next to him was Professor Snape, wearing his usual black robe.

Seeing that the teachers were these two, Harry thought this fighting class was really terrible.

Then he looked in other directions and saw that students from Slytherin College were also there.

Raven and the two female followers stood at the forefront. After Malfoy was beaten, he stood behind Raven, seemingly taking advantage of Raven's "power" and no longer as arrogant as before.

Looking away from Raven, Harry looked towards the others.

In the crowd he saw Loki from Hufflepuff and Tom Padric from Ravenclaw.

Tom was surrounded by a group of girls and was very popular, but he still had a cold and distant expression.

Although he has a cold expression, he also looks polite.

Well, he looks polite, quiet, and handsome. If his academic performance is not bad, he will probably become the most popular student in the school.

Rohart waved his hand to silence the crowd and shouted: "Gather together, gather together!"

"Now, can each of you see me? Can each of you hear me? Great!"

"Ahem, I am honored to announce to you that Professor Dumbledore has agreed to me opening a fighting club to train you in case you need self-defense. Just like I have countless times, the specific details can be found in my book See it here.”

"Next, let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Professor Gilderoy Lockhart said with a smile on his face.

"He told me he knew a lot about fighting, and promised to provide some temporary help before we started. Now, I don't want you young people to worry - you will still have your Potions teacher, and I will merciful."

"Wouldn't it be better if they killed each other?"

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Ron whispered to Harry.

Harry didn't speak. He looked at the unsmiling Snape and found that his lips were pressed tightly together.

Harry wondered why Professor Gilderoy Lockhart could still smile.

If Professor Snape had looked at him like this, he would have run away in fear.

When the two were about to have a duel, Mark and Ginny hurriedly ran together holding hands.

"Ginny, Mark, here."

Ron saw his sister and waved to the two of them.

Ginny, with sweat on the tip of her nose, squeezed next to Harry with Mark.

The whole place fell silent. Everyone held their breath nervously and looked at the two people.

Gilderoy Lockhart and Snape bowed to each other.

Then Snape raised his head.

Then they held their wands in front of them like swords.

"As you can see, we're holding our wands in this fighting stance."

Gilderoy Lockhart told the silent crowd, "On the count of three, we will begin the first spell, not with the intention of killing each other."

"I don't quite believe it."

Harry murmured to the side, and he saw the expression on Snape's face change slightly.

The next second!

The two waved their wands on their shoulders at the same time, and Snape struck first: "Expelliarmus!"

There was a blinding flash of red light.

Gilderoy Lockhart was unable to react quickly and was struck by a spell in the foot.

There was a "bang" sound!

Lockhart flew towards the stage and crashed into the wall.

His body knocked down the wall and shattered on the floor.

Malfoy and other Slytherin students cheered when they saw Professor Snape showing off his power.

"Do you think he's okay?"

Hermione asked nervously to her friend next to her.

"Who cares about him?"

Harry thought the same as Ron at this time. This teacher who seemed to know how to brag about his adventures and specialize in sensationalism deserved to be knocked down by Snape.

Lockhart, who was knocked away, staggered to his feet.

His hat was off and his hair was a mess.

"You win!" Lockhart staggered to the front of the podium.

"That's Blade Magic. As you can see, I lost my wand. Ah, thank you, Miss Brown."

He thanked the student who helped him pick up his wand.

"Yes, it's a good idea to demonstrate, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind, I know what you're trying to do, and it would be easy for me to stop you.

Lockhart said adamantly that Snape had no martial ethics and that he was just letting him.

He didn't expect that Snape, an old bastard, would not cooperate with him at all.

"Ahem, okay, I will divide you into two groups now to practice, Professor Snape, if you are willing to help me..."

Snape did not refuse and came over to divide everyone into one-on-one exercises.

Harry wanted to practice with Ron, but was caught red-handed by Snape.

Snape looked at the two of them coldly.

"It's time to part ways with your dream team, I think."

He taunted, holding his chin high, "Malfoy, you and Ron are better partners. As for Potter-"

Snape looked at Raven.

"Riven, come here and let us see what you can do with the famous Potter."

Harry: ".?!"

You old bastard!