Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 137 You Deserve to Die, Harry
No one knew why Gryffindor was suddenly given extra points by Snape, just as no one knew why he was targeting Gryffindor so much.

The ones who could least accept this fact were the Slytherin students.

Come to think of it, why did the old professor, who had always been as "warm" to Gryffindor as winter, suddenly change his temper and start giving Gryffindor extra points?
Those students who have a family background in this subject have already thought of the Imperius Curse, and are wondering whether Professor Snape was cast under a mind-control spell like the Imperius Curse by Hermione.

This is really weird!

Until the end of the get out of class, the Slytherin students felt as if they were in a cloud.

Oh my god, this is really horrible.

"Well done, Hermione." Ron was still talking to Hermione in the hall, "It seems that this method is really good. Look, Professor Snape even gave you extra points. You are really a genius."

"Thank you very much for finally realizing this." Hermione said proudly. She also felt that getting 20 points from Snape was legendary.

Of course, she had her reasons for being arrogant, and even those who disliked her the most in Gryffindor had to admit this fact.

Unfortunately, Harry didn't get a permit to go out.

"I need to remind you, Mr. Pott." Snape called Harry's name in a very typical Slytherin pronunciation. "Let me put it this way. I know you understand some powers that even Dumbledore and You-Know-Who cannot control, but the Basilisk is not something that a little wizard of your age can deal with. If the Basilisk in the castle really comes to the Forbidden Forest to hunt for food, I think the unlucky ones will be you and your few ignorant little troll friends."

"Okay, Professor." Harry turned around listlessly, a little disappointed.

Just as he walked to the door, he suddenly heard Snape speaking to himself.

"Perhaps the equipment at Hogwarts really needs repair. We should take it to Dumbledore's office for inspection next Monday night."

Harry paused, but did not look back.

He understood Professor Snape's instructions and left Snape's office.

When they returned to the Great Hall, Hermione and the others surrounded them.

"Well, Harry?" they asked with concern, "What did Professor Snape say?"

"Wait for my news." Harry said with a smile: "Don't worry, I said Professor Snape is easy to talk to... But we should prepare, because tomorrow night is the time when Professor Lockhart will open the Dueling Club."

"Understood, Harry." Ron made an OK gesture. "I think I'm pretty good now. I should at least beat either Fred or George..."

"You should be more confident," Fred's voice rang in his ear, "my little Ronnie."

"Yeah, I think you should be confident." George said on the other side, "You should say, 'I can beat those two clone idiots Fred and George easily.'"

"That's what you said, not me." Ron quickly distanced himself from the matter: "You two are actually scolding yourselves, it's really crazy."

"Crazy?" George said with a smile, "He's not like my beloved brother, who thinks about how to defeat his brothers every day..."

"What do you know? This is called ambition!" Ginny began to defend Ron. "Oh my God, Ron, I really hope you can beat these two idiots - if you can, I will ask mom to reward you with chicken legs."

"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up. "Okay, but can I change it to something else this time? For example, I want a flying broomstick..."

"Then wait until you become a prefect." Percy said on the side: "Look, for me as a prefect, my mother bought me an owl... If you can become a prefect, my mother will definitely agree to your request and buy you a flying broom."

"Yeah, that way everyone in the family will be a prefect," said Ginny, smiling.

"Hey, Ginny!" George and Fred said in unison, "You know, one of us won't be a prefect!"

"Oh, hello, neighbors next door." Ginny wrinkled her nose and said, "I think Dumbledore would have to be crazy to allow you two troublemakers to be prefects - even if Professor Dumbledore is crazy, I think Professor McGonagall will remain sane."

The twins felt a little hurt by what their little sister said.

But the two of them were shameless people to begin with. They looked at each other and laughed, then sat down and said to Harry, "Harry, the idea you gave us before was really useful. We secretly sold some small gadgets among our classmates, and they were very popular. In just one month, we earned two Galleons."

"Two Galleons!" Fred said softly, "You know, even our family's treasury doesn't have as much money as two Galleons—"

"Yeah, I don't know why we have to have a vault." Ron curled his lips and said, "As if we have some money in our family that needs to be kept safe..."

"But I think our family can't have always been so poor." Percy took over the conversation, "I think our great-grandfather, Gareth Weasley, must have kept a sum of money in Gringotts. I mean... a huge sum of money."

"Is this true?" Fred and George asked in unison.

They both need money badly now. If they can find the treasure left by their great-grandfather, the start-up capital will no longer be a problem.

Don't tell me.

After they said this, Harry also felt that it was true.

A hundred years ago, the Weasley family was not poor - especially after the fifth grade, Gareth's pocket became more and more abundant, and he even often bought a bunch of snacks and asked him to enjoy them together.

Sometimes Harry could even see him pulling a wad of Galleons from his pocket and playing with them in his hands...

How could a Weasley family be short of money?

Harry recalled that Gareth would buy a Galleon worth of ice cream without blinking an eye... Well, he must have some vault in Gringotts, but he didn't have time to leave it for the Weasleys.

Should he ask Bo Derick? He felt that it was necessary.

"I think there must be some." Ron nodded solemnly, "My great-grandfather was a well-known wizard in the wizarding world. How could he be without money?"

"Yes."

Ginny said the same thing, but she suddenly let out a leak.

"Hey, what do you think? Could it be that Great Grandpa's vault has been discovered by Mom and Dad, but they don't want to tell us?"

"Definitely not." This time it was the mischievous Fred who spoke, "If we had the money, we would have spent it long ago. Why would we have waited until today?"

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"This is the consistent character of my parents. They never plan to save money." Percy spread his hands and said, "Instead of saving money, it is better to live happily in the present..."

Harry remembered this sentence and planned to ask Bodrick about it in the evening.

Since today is Friday, everyone is more relaxed.

Saturday and Sunday are holidays, who would study hard?
Harry got up from bed at around seven o'clock, making the excuse of going out for a walk. Then he went to the place on the second floor where the basilisk appeared and waited for a while.

He planned to wait and try his luck. It would be best if he could get it, but it didn't matter if he didn't.

After waiting for more than an hour without seeing any sign of the basilisk, Harry had no choice but to go to the Room of Requirement.

He drank the aging potion and dialed Bo Derek's two-way mirror.

"Mr. Potter." Bodrick greeted politely.

Harry nodded slightly, very pleased with Bodrick's politeness.

"Mr. Bodrick." Harry said straight to the point, "This time I want to consult you about a question about an old friend of mine who lived a hundred years ago."

“You say.” Bodrick’s expression became serious. He was unsure what the evil star in front of him meant.

Looking for the goblins to settle accounts? But it doesn't look like that.

So Bodrick could only deal with it carefully. On the one hand, he was afraid of Harry's spell, and on the other hand, he was indeed in the wrong - after all, the couple's common property disappeared because of their improper supervision.

"I had a very good friend named Gareth Weasley." Harry tapped his fingers on the table. "If I remember correctly, he had a vault in Gringotts - not the one the Weasleys are using now."

Bodrick immediately said, "Okay, sir, I'll arrange for someone to check it out right away, please be patient."

After saying that, Bodrick put down the two-way mirror, turned around and told someone to contact Gringotts.

About half an hour later, the result came out from the other side of the two-way mirror.

"Mr. Potter." Bodrick looked beaming.

"You look so happy, there must be some result?" Harry asked.

"Yes, yes sir." Bodrick said with a smile, "What do you think happened? Mr. Gareth Weasley did leave a sum of money in Vault 709... I had someone count it, and there are a total of gold Galleons, and there is also a notebook inside."

"Notebook?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Yes, the notebook." Bodrick nodded. "The notebook seems to record some things about Weasley, but we don't know what it says specifically - after all, you know, Gringotts must fully respect the privacy of its customers."

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"But Mr. Weasley's will says that this part of the money..." Bodrick raised his head and said carefully: "It belongs to you..."

"Belong to me?!" Harry frowned. He never thought that Gareth would leave the money to him?
"Yes, along with the notebook, there is also a letter left for you by Gareth Weasley." Bodrick sighed and said to Harry: "As for the token in the vault, it is you."

Harry couldn't help but be stunned.

But after thinking about it, he said, "Well, you modify Gareth's will and say that this money is the legacy left by Gareth Weasley to the Weasley family..."

At this point, Harry suddenly remembered Percy's words.

'Mom and Dad never planned to save money...'

"Well, let's say Gareth Weasley's will states that they can take out 200 Galleons from the vault every year as a limit to improve their lives," said Harry.

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Potter." Bodrick has a high emotional intelligence and he knows what it means not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask.

As a goblin, especially a smart one, he has professional qualities.

"As for the notebook and Gareth's letter," Harry said to Bodrick, "you can send them to Malfoy Manor and ask Lucius to keep them for me. It's a bit inconvenient for me right now."

"Understood, sir." Bodrick said quickly: "You still have to look for traces of the basilisk in Greece - but I have a small request to tell you..."

As he spoke, Bodrick rubbed his fingers together, revealing a mercenary expression.

"You say." Harry said noncommittally.

"I know that for someone as powerful as you, a tiny basilisk is not something difficult to deal with. So after you deal with the basilisk, if some materials on its body are difficult to handle, Gringotts will help you solve this problem - of course, Gringotts will give Mr. Potter the greatest sincerity." A shrewd light flashed in Bodrick's eyes.

"I'll think about it." Harry didn't rush to agree.

"Then I wish Mr. Potter success." Bodrick said, and after exchanging a few more words with Harry, he hung up the two-way mirror.

Early the next morning, when Harry was lying in bed in a daze, he was pecked awake by Hedwig.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Harry reached out and rubbed Hedwig's back. "Why are you biting my ear?"

Hedwig couldn't speak, but she whimpered twice and pulled Harry's ear to signal him to look at the bag beside the bed.

Harry put on his glasses, rubbed his eyes blearily, and saw the mail bag from Malfoy Manor.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should contain Gareth's letters and notebooks.

Harry opened the mailing bag and found what he expected.

He glanced at his roommates who were still sleeping, took the notebook and the letter and went outside, found an empty corner and planned to read what was written on them.

First up was Gareth's letter.

Dear Brother Harry:
When you read this letter, I may be dead - I think you will be very sad, but don't be sad, after all, death is just another great adventure.

Miss Grindelwald has determined the time of your return through some means. I know you don't have much money, so I left some money for you in Gringotts. You have also experienced the feeling of asking for a scholarship from Headmaster Black. It must not be a pleasant experience, right?

Please forgive me for not going with them to look for you. After all, I am the only male in our family - my father would not allow me to do so.

In addition, I need to remind you that when you see certain letters left in the Room of Requirement, don't think that Miss Malfoy didn't come to find you - you can't imagine that the saddest person after you disappeared is her, God... Brother, you can believe me anyway, she will definitely come to find you.

It's worth mentioning that it seems that Pappy Sweeting has also disappeared, the Hufflepuff girl who always likes to stare at you.

If possible, try to find her in the Forbidden Forest. I hope she is not as miserable as the Czech Doyle you and Miss Grindelwald mentioned.

Finally, I have to add that you deserve to die, buddy.

Yours faithfully
Gareth Weasley
10, Sep. 1901
Harry put the letter down, and an indescribable sadness filled his heart.

Although he had known about Gareth's death, he still couldn't help feeling sad when he saw the letter.

For him, only a year and a half had passed at Hogwarts a hundred years ago, and he and Gareth had only not seen each other for a year and a half, but more than a hundred years had passed.

He and most of his friends are also separated by the Yin and Yang.

Harry folded up the letter and tucked it behind Gareth's notebook.

He especially remembered Gareth's words. A good brother would usually only joke with him but would not really lie to him - but how did he know that Cassandra would definitely travel through time a hundred years ago to find him?
But Harry didn't think about it too much. It wasn't important. What was important was that even his slow-witted brother Gareth could see that Cassandra wanted to find him a hundred years later - why didn't he think of this at the time?

Harry sighed, feeling a little sad but also very touched.

I feel sad that I will never see Gareth again, but I am touched because my good brother really misses him.

Thinking of this, he opened the notebook.

The first page of the notebook contains information about Gareth's income and expenses.

It looks like this is an account book, he thought.

The first grade account book... well, pocket money was one Galleon, twelve Sickles and three Knuts. This was all the pocket money Gareth had for one semester.

Harry felt a little confused. It seemed that the Weasley family was not rich a hundred years ago. Why did they have so much money later?

Thinking of this, he looked behind.

On Christmas, 10 Galleons were received.

Note: Harry is my good brother, how can I leave him and go back home for Christmas? But Miss Malfoy gave too much, God bless her.

Oh, and bless Harry, too.

There is a short note at the end, which roughly means that Miss Malfoy gave him 50 gold Galleons and asked him to run errands to buy fireworks.

Harry could tell that Gareth had meant what he had written, because the words were written with such force that they went through the back of the paper.

Harry:…

No, wait a moment?

What's going on?

Buddy, so you went home for Christmas because you accepted ten gold Galleons from Miss Malfoy?
Harry was feeling a bit distressed. He felt that his friendship with Gareth might be about to capsize.

He thought of Gareth's genuine concern at the door, and recalled Cassandra's proud face.

Is this part of your plan, Cassandra?
Harry continued to look down.

"During the summer vacation, Miss Malfoy gave me twenty Galleons and told me not to talk too much - God, she was so generous. How could such a generous and kind person like her be bad to Harry?"

Harry:…

Oh, so that’s what happened.

It was like this afterwards. At Christmas, Gareth would receive 10 Galleons and ask him to go home quickly. During the summer vacation, he would give him Galleons and ask him to shut up.

With such a small amount of money, how did Gareth save up more than 20,000 Galleons?

Harry was a little confused.

Until he saw the fifth grade.

I have to admit that the fifth grade was indeed a year of great financial success for Gareth, because in this year he not only had Cassandra, but also Vivi...

Well, this is how it went.

"It's hard to imagine that there is another generous lady besides Miss Malfoy. She is so generous that she always offers twice as much as Miss Malfoy to inquire about Harry's news with me."

"Oh my god, a hundred Galleons for me to give her a detailed account of Harry's preferences, I'm so… uh, um, Harry? Who's Harry? Oh, he'll be fine."

"But I think I shouldn't go on like this. I should tell Miss Malfoy about this. Tell her that there is a lady named Grindelwald who has set her sights on Harry."

"As for Harry? He'll be fine."

"When I was training the Imperius Curse, Miss Malfoy gave me ten Galleons and asked me to leave Harry - ha, Harry thought I was firmly defending him, but in fact he didn't know that I had already become a slave to the Galleons..."

"But to be honest, I'd rather see Harry caught between the two of them than gold Galleons - ahaha, that wooden man."

"However, I certainly would not be satisfied with ten gold Galleons. After I went out, I told Miss Grindelwald that Harry and Malfoy were alone together. As expected, I also received fifty gold Galleons as a reward."

"When I saw Miss Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald having a spark because of Harry in the Great Hall, I felt so accomplished! Oh my God!"

"Oh my god, I think I might be a pervert - but I'm so excited!"

"So, I became the eyes and ears of both Miss Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald, helping them compete for Harry's time. Especially during the Christmas of the fifth year, after Miss Malfoy got angry with Harry, Miss Grindelwald actually gave me a chance to be alone with Miss Wendys from Ravenclaw as a reward for convincing Harry to spend Christmas with her in Austria-Hungary."

Harry's fists stiffened when he saw this.

My goodness, it turns out there is such a shameful traitor around me!

I was wondering why Cassandra could accurately grasp my movements, and why Vivi always appeared at the right time when Cassandra and I were alone...

It turns out to be your boy!

But when he saw the back, Harry was stunned.

"But I refused. Harry obviously made Miss Malfoy angry. I felt that I should do something to prevent Harry from completely falling to the other side - so I decided to serve Miss Malfoy for free."

"But unfortunately, Miss Malfoy was so disappointing that she was completely defeated by Miss Grindelwald who came from nowhere... So I think that at this time, I should help the weak and become a childhood sweetheart."

"But not long after the sixth grade started, Harry disappeared, so my plan could no longer be implemented - God, I think if Harry hadn't disappeared, I could be happy forever, balancing the three of them..."

"But then again, I feel for Harry - after all, Miss Grindelwald and Miss Malfoy are both equally outstanding, it's really hard to choose..."

Having written this, the notes are gone.

Harry was both angry and amused. He was angry that he had been tricked by his good friend for so long, but he was amused that even Cassandra and Vivi didn't notice his good friend's invisible hand.

That's great, Gareth.

I never thought that Gareth, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually a funny person. Harry sighed and closed the notebook helplessly.

What can I say?

But he wasn't stupid enough to take his notebook to the map secret room to question Vivi. Of course, there was nothing to question.

You want to blame Gareth... not really.

He just had a bit of a bad taste. Deep down, Harry was actually quite grateful to him, even though he didn't want to admit it.

Of course, Harry certainly didn't want to think about what he was unwilling to admit.

Putting away the notebook, Harry decided to go out for some fresh air.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with getting some fresh air, right?

Harry reached out and grabbed Scabbers, a mouse that was passing by, and held it in front of him to look at it.

But he didn't know why, after Banban was grabbed by him, he let out a scream like a chicken being slaughtered.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry quickly put it on the ground, so as not to crush the old rat to death if something went wrong.

But the rat couldn't speak human language, at least that's what it seemed. After being put on the ground by Harry, it ran away without giving Harry any chance to stop it.

"Harry?"

Ron's voice came from behind, sounding completely sleepy.

The night before, they had played wizard chess late into the night in the common room.

After all, he is just a second-grade student, so it is normal for him to be a little playful.

"Have you seen my Scabbers?" Ron asked, rubbing his eyes.

"It just passed by me," Harry said truthfully. "I picked it up and it squeaked in fear. After I put it down, I didn't know where it ran off to."

"Oh, that's right." Ron nodded. "That mouse is a bit timid, we all know that. Never mind, he'll come back anyway, won't he?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I think you're right. It will come back eventually."

After dinner, Professor Lockhart's Dueling Club made its grand debut amidst everyone's anticipation.

The long dining tables that had been in the center of the hall disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating in the air.

The ceiling once again became as black as velvet, and there were things shining on it that looked like nebulae, which was very beautiful.

Almost all the students in the school came, crowded together, everyone holding their own wand, looking forward to the arrival of Professor Lockhart with excitement on their faces.

"We shouldn't have only one professor, right?" Hermione said expectantly. "I mean, besides Professor Lockhart, he must have an opponent, right? I guess it should be Professor Flitwick. I heard that when he was young, Professor Flitwick was a duel champion."

"That's hard to say." Ron said with a smile: "I hope Professor Lockhart's opponent is Professor Snape, then Lockhart will flatten his big nose..."

"Well said, Weasley." Snape's voice came from behind Ron.

Ron turned back in horror and met Professor Snape's smile.

"Well, Gryffindor will lose two points for talking bad about the professor behind his back, Mr. Weasley." Professor Snape smiled sinisterly, and his black robe blew to the side.

After a while, Professor Lockhart, wearing a purple robe, came into the auditorium. He looked so radiant.

Beside him was Professor Flitwick, who was taking small steps. He was obviously having trouble keeping up with Lockhart, who was striding very fast.

Professor Lockhart walked to the podium and stood, showing everyone his signature smile.

"Welcome, everyone, to my dueling club. As I said in class, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start this little dueling club to fully train you in case you need to defend yourself one day, using the methods I have used countless times to protect myself. For details on this, please see my published works."

"Please allow me to introduce the special guest invited by the dueling club this time." Professor Lockhart continued with a smile, "Professor Filius Flitwick, who once won the dueling competition champion! This time he will teach you some tips on dueling."

Professor Flitwick walked onto the stage and waved to everyone.

Everyone applauded and gave the warmest applause to the Professor of Charms.

The Ravenclaw students, in particular, cheered and applauded, looking happy and proud.

"And Professor Severus Snape!" Lockhart continued. "He told me that he knew a thing or two about dueling, and he generously agreed to help me with a little demonstration before class."

"But I'm telling you, I don't want to make you little guys worry - after I've finished demonstrating to him, I'll return your Potions teacher to you intact, so don't be afraid!"

"I really hope he breaks up Snape's bones," Ron murmured, not remembering the past. "If he breaks them up and throws them into the potion cauldron, it will definitely make a pot of excellent venom..."

Harry couldn't help laughing.

The same thing happened to Hermione, who looked genuinely amused as she gently whacked Ron with her hands and chuckled.

Professor Snape seemed to sense that someone was laughing at him and glanced at them sinisterly, but said nothing.

"I think I should let Professor Flitwick explain to everyone what a wizard duel is." Professor Lockhart raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. "After all, although I know a lot about dueling, I still seem to be lacking when facing a dueling master."

Professor Flitwick stood up and said to everyone in a shrill voice: "Listen carefully - the duel is divided into the following steps. First, bow to each other, walk to the sides with wands in hand, and then attack after counting to three - during the duel, no physical contact is allowed. I hope you can understand this."

"Now, let Professor Snape and Professor Lockhart demonstrate to everyone how to conduct a wizard duel!" Professor Flitwick said again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lockhart and Snape stood on the duel stage and bowed to each other.

Then they held their wands in front of their chests like arrows and walked back.

They walked to the edge of the dueling arena, and with Professor Flitwick's countdown, the duel between the two officially began.

Professor Snape swung a seductive pose and shouted loudly: "Expelliarmus!"

A blinding red light burst from the tip of his wand and shot straight at Professor Lockhart.

A hemispherical transparent shield suddenly appeared in front of Professor Lockhart, blocking Professor Snape's spell.

"Expelliarmus!" Professor Lockhart was equally unwilling to be outdone and cast a spell.

The two sides fought back and forth, evenly matched. Under the rules set by Professor Lockhart, they could not use any spells - only Expelliarmus.

The duel lasted for four or five minutes, with neither side showing any signs of weakness.

"Well, I declare the duel a draw!" Professor Flitwick shouted loudly, "Excellent duel. If you two were still students, I think I would definitely give extra points to your respective houses!"

"It's not too late now, Filius." Professor Snape curled his lips, seeming very dissatisfied with Professor Flitwick's nonsense.

Professor Flitwick looked at him disapprovingly but said nothing.

"Okay, okay." Professor Lockhart smiled and held out his hand. "I think you all should have understood. Now, I would like to invite a few students to come on stage - do you want to challenge each other? Don't worry, you can challenge anyone you want here!"

Ron was the first to step forward and shouted, "Professor, I want to challenge my brother! Fred!"

"Oh my goodness, Ronnie, baby!" cried Fred. "I'm so sad—"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and everyone was looking forward to Fred's fight.

Sure enough, as a man who loves fun, Fred would never refuse to give his good brother a good beating in public.

He jumped onto the dueling stage and hooked his finger at Ron.

"Come on, Ronnie baby - don't go easy on me just because I'm your brother!"

Ron snorted and stood on the dueling stage.

"What I need to say is, Ron." Professor Lockhart frowned and said, "You are only a second-year student now. Isn't it unwise to challenge a fourth-year student? I believe Fred will not show mercy just because you are his brother."

"Don't worry, professor, I'm going to defeat my next-door neighbor today—" Ron's eyes were burning with a raging fire of war.

No one knew what the phrase "next-door neighbor" meant, but Ginny laughed, and laughed loudly.

Percy was beside him, with his head bowed, trying not to laugh, as if this was something really funny.

The classmates who were interested in the news came up to him and asked him what he meant, but Percy kept his mouth shut and had no intention of telling anyone about it.

Following Lockhart and Snape's example, Ron and Fred stood close together, facing each other and bowed.

Then they raised their wands to their chests, turned around and walked back.

They walked to the edge of the dueling arena, and with Professor Flitwick's countdown, the duel between the two officially began.

"Expelliarmus!"

Ron was the first to cast a spell, directly at Fred.

However, Fred, who was good at playing pranks, was obviously very agile. He avoided Ron's spell in an extremely unscientific and non-magical posture.

"Well done, Ronnie baby!" Fred laughed and pointed at Ron: "Rectumsempra!"

Ron quickly dodged and avoided Fred's spell.

"Fred! Only use expellers!" he yelled.

"Yes, Fred." Professor Lockhart also reminded: "I understand your desire to teach your brother a lesson, but a duel is a duel. Except for armor and your weapon, no other spells are allowed!"

Fred spread his hands. He originally wanted to give his stupid brother another big hit on the front teeth to let him know the consequences of angering his good brother.

But Ron didn't give him a chance to think carefully. He fired two consecutive Elimination Techniques, forcing Fred to be caught off guard and unable to dodge.

Finally, Ron cast another disarming spell, and Fred's wand, carrying the flower, flew into Ron's hands.

"I win, my next-door neighbor Fred." Ron said with a smile, "Your wand is in my hand!"

Fred couldn't help but smile. He didn't feel angry at all, and even felt a little happy.

"Good job, Ronnie babe," he said.

The audience below also applauded. They could see that it was not Fred who was letting Ron win, but that Ron was indeed quite strong - to be honest, those disarming spells were indeed cast at very tricky angles and were difficult to dodge.

"Well, there you have it!" Professor Lockhart said loudly. "That's the Disarming Charm - as you can see, Fred has lost his wand and it has flown into Ron's hands."

"This is just a duel between friends," Professor Lockhart said again, "but what if it is a real battle? Most wizards are no better than Muggles after being disarmed - because they have lost their wands."

"But only a few wizards have mastered the most difficult skill among wizards, that is wandless spellcasting." Professor Lockhart smiled at everyone, "As far as I know, there is a wandless spellcasting master in Hogwarts. Can you guess who he is?"

"Who is it?" Everyone was interested.

Soon someone reminded him, "Oh my God, who else could it be except Headmaster Dumbledore? He is the most powerful wizard in the world!"

"Maybe that's the case." Professor Lockhart did not deny it, but he did not confirm it either. In his opinion, Professor Dumbledore was definitely not the most powerful wizard in the world.

Of course, he could only talk tough, because the wizard he thought was the strongest was now being locked up in Nurmengardi and treated like a bunch of ants.

"Let's continue to divide into groups. Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Professor Lockhart clapped his hands, but he kindly reminded: "I suggest you don't challenge Mr. Finnigan. After all, his spells seem to be always keen on explosions. If you don't want your hands to be blown off, don't challenge him for the time being."

"Professor!" Seamus retorted unhappily.

How could he not blow up someone's hand when he was trying to disarm them? After several months of practice, he has successfully corrected this problem.

Of course, his ability to disarm you has a side effect, which is to disarm other people's weapons through explosion - it may not blow up their hands, but it will definitely make their opponents drop their wands through the explosion.

Draco stood up.

"Weasley?" He waved his hand at Ron. "Come on, shall we have a duel?"

Ron did not reject his proposal. After all, at this time and in this occasion, rejecting Draco would mean that Gryffindor would bow to Slytherin.

This is something that every Gryffindor cannot tolerate. They can bow to anyone, but they cannot bow to Slytherin.

He stood on the dueling stage, face to face with Draco.

"Don't be too angry, Weasley." Draco said softly: "I just - it's a friendly duel, there's nothing else to it."

"You better be," Ron snorted, bowing to Draco.

After the two bowed, they came to the edge of the duel stage.

However, just as Professor Flitwick counted to three, Draco waved his wand and cast a disarming spell.

"Expelliarmus!"

Just when Draco was feeling proud and thought he had accomplished something, he didn't expect Ron to dodge to the side swiftly.

Cedric's face in the audience darkened as he remembered how Harry had taught him before.

Even if you follow the rules, you should always be on guard against others not following the rules.

After all, we only have one life, the duel is too standardized and the relatives shed tears.

"Malfoy!" Ron roared. "Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red light hit Draco's arm, and the wand flew leisurely into Ron's hand.

"You lose." Ron grinned at Draco and threw the wand back to him.

Draco walked away angrily. He thought he could win the duel against Weasley this time.

But it was obvious that his idea failed, and even if he did not follow the ethics of martial arts, he failed to achieve victory.

However, from an angle that he didn't notice, a hint of disgust flashed in Pansy Parkinson's eyes.

"Weasley!" "Weasley!" "Weasley!" "Weasley!"

Cheers rang out, and the Gryffindor students were cheering Ron's last name, celebrating his winning streak.

Fred and George even jumped onto the dueling stage and started dancing, shaking their hips and throwing seductive glances like the Veela cheerleaders at the Quidditch Cup, making the atmosphere even more heated.

These two living treasures...

Harry shook his head and smiled bitterly. It should be said that the twins' personalities were really very similar to Gareth.

Gareth is the same, he likes to play and joke around, and sometimes he likes to play jokes and pranks.

If Gareth was replaced by the two of them, they might be able to earn more commissions from Cassandra and Vivi without any psychological burden.

"Anyone else want to duel?" Professor Lockhart shouted again. He raised one hand high and waved it, asking everyone, "Anyone else volunteer?"

At this moment, a man from Slytherin walked out and stood on the dueling stage.

"Granger, I challenge you," she said.

Everyone looked up and saw Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin.

"Parkinson?" Draco whispered from below. "When did she go up there? Oh my god, does she really think she can beat that Granger?"

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Draco felt that Pansy had little chance of winning against the Muggle-born Granger.

Not to mention Draco, even the other Slytherin classmates were not optimistic about Pansy Parkinson.

The name of Miss Know-It-All was well-known among the Slytherins - on the one hand, it was because she won 20 points from Professor Snape as a non-Slytherin; on the other hand, it was because this little girl really was a know-it-all.

On the first-year train, he could skillfully use the petrification spell to attack his classmates - not to mention the first years, many senior students didn't even know this spell.

Miss Farley frowned. She always felt that something was wrong with Pansy.

She moved inconspicuously to the side, reached out and grabbed Harry's sleeve, pulling him aside.

Harry noticed Miss Farley's movements and whispered, "What's wrong, Miss Farley?"

"I feel something is wrong." Miss Farley said softly, "I really can't understand where she got the courage to challenge Miss Granger. You know, apart from her clumsy dueling skills, Miss Granger knows more spells than the average fourth-year student."

"Just take your time and see." Harry didn't think there was anything wrong. Perhaps it was just the morbid obsession of those pure-bloods.

She was resentful of the loss of face caused by Hermione last semester, so she studied some dueling knowledge and wanted to get back at him now. It was easy to understand.

Hermione looked up at the side. She didn't know why Pansy came to her.

But she couldn't refuse. On the one hand, she was proud of being a top student. On the other hand, she had practiced in the duel hut for so long that she was not afraid of Parkinson's.

So she stood on the dueling stage, in front of Pansy Parkinson.

"Very good! Very good!" Professor Lockhart looked at Pansy and Hermione excitedly and said with a smile, "We finally have two ladies on the dueling stage - they are Miss Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, and Miss Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin. Let's applaud them!"

Amid the sounds of clapping and cheering, Pansy gave Hermione a weird smile.

Hermione felt a little uncomfortable. This smile...it didn't seem to hide any good intentions.

Sure enough, she heard Pansy's voice.

"Mudblood, I'm going to teach you a lesson," Pansy whispered.

Hermione looked up. She didn't expect Pansy to provoke her like this.

"Then I'll wait." Hermione sneered.

The two men bowed to each other - but neither of them actually bowed, they just nodded and turned to the edge of the dueling stage.

However, before Professor Flitwick could yell start, Pansy's voice rang out.

"I thought you had good manners, Miss Granger...didn't Professor Lockhart and Professor Flitwick just teach you the basic etiquette of a duel? I say...bow!"

Hermione suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure on her back, forcing her to bend over.

She desperately fought against the force, trying not to give in, and bent over Pansy.

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