Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 141 So this is Professor Snape!

The tattered fabric of Lockhart's shirt clung to the gilded tiles like a wreath of mistletoe trampled by an Erumpent.

The wizards of all grades surrounding the long stage reacted.

A little witch with twin ponytails covered her mouth in horror, her voice shrill, "Oh my Merlin! Hawkwood has killed someone!"

As she finished speaking, the group of students around her, the more timid ones, had already covered their eyes.

However, there was also a group of boys whose faces flushed with excitement.

"Look! The professor who could defeat the troll directly was knocked down by Dylan's spell!"

"Hahahaha! What else do you say? I don't believe it at all, but - Dylan really dealt with a troll by himself!"

"That's right. Although not many people have seen it, the professors all agree with this statement! I seriously doubt how this professor, who is usually incompetent in class, can write a book!"

A group of people chattered and pointed at Lockhart on the balcony.

Needless to say, most of these people who were making trouble were Gryffindor students.

A Hufflepuff wizard looked reluctant, and a round-faced boy stepped forward and said anxiously, "Whatever happens, go get the school doctor! He's bleeding so much!"

Beside the stands, Hermione had a complicated expression: "Is someone really going to die?"

Ron shrugged. "Who cares?"

A faint shout came from the long platform.

"My intestines, my intestines, I feel them leaking out - where is the doctor? Where is the doctor - I need a doctor!"

Lockhart was lying on the ground, feeling the warm blood rushing out of his body, his lips trembling with fear.

He lay almost flat on his back, not daring to move at all, let alone speak loudly, for fear that any movement would be too big and his intestines would actually flow out.

But his quiet cry for help was drowned out by the noisy clamor around him.

Dylan pursed his lips, and seeing that it was almost time to treat this guy, he stepped forward and prepared to cast a spell.

But Professor Snape swung his robes and walked over hurriedly, with his robes rustling behind him.

Professor Snape walked over to Lockhart. Although his expression remained cold, Dylan, who had known him for at least a year, could sense his current mood...

Seems pretty good?
Professor Snape had an almost imperceptible smile on his face, but when he cast his gaze on Lockhart, who was lying huddled on the ground, mumbling something, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, the famous Lockhart, didn't you tell the students that if you were in the same class as me, maybe Potter's wife would be yours, and the savior would be your child—"

Professor Snape pursed his lips, his cheek muscles bulged slightly, and he uttered a few words through his teeth.

"But now you seem to have lost the respect of even these little wizards around you?"

Although it is a question, it is also affirmative.

While Professor Snape was speaking, he cast a silent spell so that the students around him could not hear what he was saying.

Even Dylan was isolated.

However - Dylan was close enough, and Professor Snape's silent spell was very powerful, but it couldn't withstand the fact that Dylan had recently learned the languages ​​of various creatures and inexplicably became proficient in lip reading.

This made him roughly understand why Professor Snape targeted Lockhart in this way.

——In fact, he should have thought of it earlier.

After all, Professor Snape dislikes everyone.

But no matter how much they disliked it, the other party did not take any practical measures.

The only one who could really make Professor Snape angry was Chun Yuan.

Dylan smacked his lips, unsure whether he should use a counter-spell to save Lockhart.

——Although he didn't injure the opponent's vital parts, if too much blood flowed, the person would also be injured.

Fortunately, Professor Snape seemed to just want to teach Lockhart a lesson.

But after he finished speaking, without waiting for Lockhart to respond, he reached out, lifted up his head, and pulled his hair like a dead pig.

With his other hand he drew his wand, pointed the spell at Lockhart's blood-stained body, and his thin lips opened and closed quickly as he chanted the counter-spell of Divine Sharpness and Invisibility.

"Vulnera Sanentur...Vulnera Sanentur...Vulnera Sanentur..."

Professor Snape's voice was low and powerful, and the quick-healing spell he chanted seemed to give the surrounding air a mysterious pull.

As Professor Snape's wand moved rhythmically over the wound, Lockhart's outward-turned flesh gradually began to close inward, and the bleeding rate slowed down significantly.

The blood splattering around them gathered together drop by drop, gradually forming a thin red stream, surrounding the two of them, and then drilling into Lockhart's wound.

As the blood continued to flow back, Lockhart's wounds healed completely - until finally not even a trace of the wound was visible.

The magic spell of Shenfeng Wuying is extremely powerful, but it can be completely healed with just a counter-spell, completely eliminating the damage caused by Shenfeng Wuying.

This is actually the reason why Professor Snape created the Shadowless Magic and it became widely popular. However, as a dark magic, it did not cause Professor Snape to suffer any criticism.

——No one jumped out to ask why Professor Snape developed such a cruel spell.

——If you don't use the counter-spell, the power of the Shadowless Divine Sharpness can also make you bleed continuously, and the wound will not be able to heal on its own.

After all, just mastering the counter-spell is enough to completely eliminate the damage caused by the Shadowless Divine Sharpness.

When two wizards fight, the final result is who can gain the upper hand by using magic first.

Therefore, Shenfeng Wuying is becoming more and more practical - after all, it is difficult for the person being hit to die.

However, this spell has been classified as "low-level".

If Shadowless Strike didn't have a counter-spell, Dylan thought it could be considered a lesser unforgivable curse.

I'll bleed you to death. Just saying it sounds evil.

After a while, Lockhart's pale face regained its color, the ground was clean without a drop of blood, and Lockhart's wounds healed again.

Of course, the counter-spell can heal the injuries caused by the Shadowless Divine Sword, but it cannot restore the clothes as well.

This leads to...

Lockhart lay on the ground in a mess, without a single scratch on his body.

But his torn clothes could not hide the loose fat on his stomach. His body was white and looked a bit like frozen pork just taken out of the freezer, and a bit like boiled chicken. Lockhart was in a trance for a while, and when he suddenly felt no pain, his eyes widened and he hurriedly got up from the ground.

"Where's my robe?"

His eyes darted around, trying to find his pink robe, but it was nowhere to be seen.

There was no other way, Lockhart could only put his hands in front of his chest, then pinched with two fingers, pulled up the remaining clothes, and pressed the torn shirt against his body to cover his exposed, fat body.

Professor Snape glanced at him, and Lockhart's neck shrank.

——He still doesn’t understand now, why does Snape always seem to be a little hostile to him?

What did he mean by what he said just now?
Did Snape also want to be the savior's father?
As expected! Humph, actually, people are all the same!

Lockhart thought to himself.

Then he heard Professor Snape's voice echoing throughout the hall: "Hawkwood! How dare you seriously injure a professor in a show duel! I must put you in detention!"

Dylan: D? ?
How does this have anything to do with me?
Professor! Didn’t you allow this?
Oh my God! Voldemort!

You should quickly take care of your treacherous subordinates who are ungrateful and treacherous!

When Professor Snape said this, he even used an amplification spell.

Let his voice carry throughout the auditorium.

Especially when talking about leaving a professor "seriously injured", the tone was particularly emphasized.

Lockhart came back to his senses immediately and his eyes bulged.

"Wait a minute!"

He covered his body. Since he couldn't find his wizard robe, he now looked like a poor duck who had just been raped and killed by a woman and then resurrected in the blink of an eye.

He took two trembling steps forward.

Lockhart shook his head rapidly.

It was obviously Dylan who beat him into such a miserable state, but not only could he not admit it, but he also tried to persuade Snape not to punish Dylan.

"He didn't hurt me seriously at all—I mean, Snape, Mr. Hawkwood didn't do anything—I just acted like that on purpose!"

"In order to build a confident spell-casting mentality for my child, I don't mind paying a price for it - I mean in terms of face."

"Of course, I think everyone should know that it's not that I can't defeat Mr. Hawkwood. In fact, I can completely stop his spell generation. For me, it's almost a piece of cake!"

"But, children, self-confidence must be built up. Otherwise, when you face a crisis, when you face an enemy that is stronger than you, how can you raise your wands and bravely face the enemy?"

Lockhart was holding his stomach with one hand and his chest with the other. Although he was in a very miserable state, he did not look embarrassed at all. Instead, he revealed a gentle and gentle air.

——Dylan had to admit that this little jerk Lockhart had managed to reach his current position with just a spell. He must have something of his own.

He had just faced the situation of being disemboweled, screaming in agony, and desperately begging for help.

However, in order to maintain his face, Lockhart was still able to speak freely and quickly give a relatively reasonable explanation under the gaze of so many people.

——Many young wizards in the audience were originally shocked, but after hearing Lockhart's words, many of them even showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

That's it!

It turns out that all this was Professor Lockhart's good intention!
It’s really hard!
At this time, Fred and George squeezed into the crowd and secretly picked up the bright pink robe that was thrown on the ground.

The two looked at each other, flames in the shape of gold galleons reflected in each other's pupils, and the smirk at the corners of their mouths was more cunning than a foxy woman's courtship dance.

Faced with Lockhart's toughest mouth, Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but think of the half-giant rock cake.

——That thing almost broke his teeth!
Then, he collected his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if they were pulled up stiffly by a string, with undisguised malice.

"I didn't expect that what you did just now was just a demonstration. Great! It seems that my move just now was unnecessary. Since this was all a misunderstanding—"

Professor Snape's voice was low and deep, with a hint of coldness.

While Dylan was sighing that Lockhart's mouth was probably harder than Voldemort's Horcrux, he raised the spell again and his eyes fell on Lockhart's thighs - to be more precise, between his legs.

Otherwise, you'll just have to have some fun with the eggs popping off.

It would also help Professor Snape calm down.

——No matter what, he must stand on Professor Snape's side.

Lockhart stood on the platform, his buttocks clenched as he watched the actions of Snape and Dylan, the teacher and student.

He was actually a little afraid that Snape would let him fight Dylan again.

——This little wizard must have grown up eating hormone potions!

How can you fight so well?!
He worked hard to host the club and gave everyone an impressive performance in his first appearance.

Originally, he wanted to invite Snape to duel. As long as he defeated the famous and genius Potions professor, he would become famous again!
But after thinking about it, he was afraid that if he defeated Snape, it would bring shame to this so-called famous genius, so he asked all the teachers to recommend a young wizard for him to duel.

Even though all the professors unanimously recommended Hawkwood to him, and he had also witnessed the level of this little wizard in class.

But - how could Lockhart be unable to beat a second-grade brat?

So he readily agreed.

Unexpectedly, this damned little wizard was so ruthless right from the start, using such vicious black magic to cut open his body and intestines!

It was a good thing that he was thinking of showing some mercy and was just about to knock the opponent's wand away!
Lockhart came to his senses and spoke before Professor Snape could continue to arrange for him to fight against the hateful little wizard.

"—I think this demonstration is enough to build up Mr. Hawkwood's confidence, right? After all, he defeated a famous professor!"

Lockhart pulled up the corners of his mouth, maintaining a graceful smile, embarrassed but elegant. "So let's end this demonstration here. We should move on to the next stage. It's getting late now, and the children should go back to rest quickly."

He looked at Dylan and said, "Mr. Hawkwood, please step down. You have performed very well. I hope that my unremitting efforts in training you will be of some help."

"Also, gather around a little more. I'll divide you into two groups and start preliminary dueling training! I wonder if Professor Snape would be willing to help me divide these little guys into groups?"

"of course."

Seeing this, Dylan slowly walked down the stage and came to Neville.

(End of this chapter)