Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 471 Fighting
Harry's feelings are complicated right now.

From the moment he entered school, Snape had been making trouble for him. Deducting points in Potions class and taking sides for Slytherins were commonplace, but he couldn't do anything about it.

After all, Snape was a professor and the dean, while he was just a student. What could he do but try to reason with him?

Every time Harry did this, he would be met with a barrage of sarcastic remarks from Snape, and if he lost his temper, he would be put in solitary confinement.

Gradually, Harry learned to keep quiet when facing Snape, pretending not to hear what the other said until the end of get out of class.

Anyway, he's deducted points from Gryffindor more than once or twice, so everyone's used to it.

Moreover, according to Fred and George, once they reach sixth grade, they can choose which professor's advanced class to attend, and then they will be able to get rid of Snape. Harry has been looking forward to this.

But this year he seems to have a new option.

Ron, furious, knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and then at noon, Sirius, having finished his last class, also stormed into the Great Hall in a fit of rage.

"You cowardly, disgusting snotty brat!"

Sirius Black was like a bandit; after finding Snape, he pinned him against the wall.

“I always thought you’d changed, but clearly you haven’t. You’re still as shameless as you were back in school. You’re too scared to bother me, so you go after Harry. Am I right?”

"Damn it, you stupid dog, do you even know what you're doing!"

In front of hundreds of students, pinned against the wall by Sirius Black, Snape's face turned ashen, and he struggled to deliver a punch to Sirius.

“Of course I know!” Sirius Black punched Snape in return. “You deliberately gave Harry a very low score to humiliate him, didn’t you?”

"Let me tell you, don't think you're the only one who knows this trick." Sirius glanced in Slytherin's direction.

"I heard you're on good terms with that Malfoy boy, is that right? Guess what I'll do to him? Ha, how interesting, a snitching bastard and a cowardly brat, they're quite a match."

Snape was trembling with rage, his eyes red as he glared at Sirius.

"By the way..." Sirius Black continued, seemingly oblivious to the look in his eyes, "When I was in Azkaban, I learned a lot of little tricks about punishment from my dear neighbor. Do you think the Malfoy kids would like them?"

Sirius Black wasn't blinded by anger. He deliberately lowered his voice when he said this, and apart from Snape standing in front of him, no one else in the Great Hall heard what he said.

All anyone saw was Snape's face turning red with anger as he grabbed Sirius's robe collar.

"Do you... know... who you are now! You're a professor! This is Hogwarts, not Azkaban!"

“Of course I know!” Sirius Black glared back without backing down. “That’s why I’ll punish him using the professor’s methods, just like you, you snotty brat.”

“Idiot,” Snape growled. “I never targeted Potter; that was his true score!”

"You're talking nonsense!" Sirius was even angrier. "Harry is Lily's child, a Potions genius that even Slughorn praises highly, and now you're telling me her child can only get a 'D' in Potions?"

“Shut up! How dare you…” Snape suddenly roared, his face contorted with rage and quickly turning a hideous liver color.

Then, without hesitation, he drew his wand and pointed it at Sirius.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"

Clearly, Sirius was prepared, and he took out his wand the instant Sirius reached out.

boom!
Two spells exploded in mid-air, creating a shockwave that nearly overturned the teachers' table next to them. Only then did the others in the auditorium react, staring in horror at the two people in front of them.

Neither of them expected that the two professors would actually start fighting right there in the auditorium!

"Look what you've done, Ron!" Hermione said angrily, trying to calm the panicked first-year students while anxiously looking out the door, hoping the other professors would arrive soon.

Ron was actually a little panicked too.

He thought that at most the two of them would have a fight in the Great Hall, just like last time, and then Professor McGonagall would be able to lift Harry's detention.

Who would have thought they would actually start fighting?

As for Harry... his feelings were the most complicated.

On the one hand, reason told him that this was definitely wrong; the impact of two professors fighting with wands in front of hundreds of students was too bad.

He didn't care what happened to Snape, but Sirius would definitely be in trouble later, which was not what he wanted to see.

But on the other hand, he also had a hard-to-describe emotion in his heart, a kind of inexplicable joy that was slowly emerging... This was probably what it felt like to be favored.

"Harry, Harry, what are you doing...?"

Hermione's call snapped him out of his daze, and he quickly turned around to look.

Hermione had already huddled in a corner with all the first-year students, standing at the front with her wand in hand to prevent any spells from accidentally hitting them.

"Go find the professor!" Hermione shouted as she saw Harry looking over. "Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, either one, hurry up and go!"

“No need.” At this moment, Siron pointed towards the door, “Professor McGonagall has arrived.”

As if she had heard the commotion in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall strode in, but to her surprise, the people fighting in the auditorium were not students, but two professors.

In an instant, Professor McGonagall felt a darkness envelop her, and she nearly collapsed, swaying precariously.

Fortunately, Xilun reacted quickly and stepped forward to help her up.

“Thank you, Mr. Ollivander,” Professor McGonagall said, glancing again at Snape and Sirius Black exchanging spells, and at the dismantled long table, her lips pressed into a tight line.

"Stop!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

However, it was no use; neither of the two, who were already deeply engrossed in their fight, showed any intention of putting down their wands.

They may have heard Professor McGonagall's voice, but dared not gamble on her character, fearing they would be ambushed the moment they put down their wands.

Professor McGonagall's breathing became rapid.

"Prefects..." she took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Get all the students out of the auditorium immediately, and quickly!"

This time, at least there was a response.

The prefects of the four houses immediately sprang into action. Hermione was the first to lead the first-year Gryffindor students out of the Great Hall, and a few minutes later, the others followed suit in the outer foyer.

Then they saw Professor McGonagall suddenly wave her wand, and the doors of the Great Hall slammed shut with a bang.

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(End of this chapter)