Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Chapter 180 Snape is on guard.

Puni arrived at the classroom earlier than usual.

He didn't sit in the last row, nor did he casually open his book and listen to the audio as he used to.

This time, he sat next to Autumn, the Marauder's Map folded and placed in the book, his wand concealed in his sleeve, ready to be drawn at any moment.

When Quirrell walked into the classroom, he was still stammering.

The headscarf was wrapped tightly, and the garlic smell was stronger than before.

"Today, we're talking about wolves, werewolves."

Someone in the classroom was secretly laughing.

Puni didn't laugh.

Quirrell was actually quite well prepared for this lesson.

The content clearly explains everything from the basic characteristics of werewolves to the full moon cycle and how to keep your distance when encountering a werewolf.

If you disregard what's on the back of his head, this lesson is even more practical than many Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Kechiro has been ordering Puni all day.

Read the text, answer the questions, explain the function of the silverware, and supplement the limitations of the wolfsbane medicine.

Puni answered every time.

Quirrell always gives Ravenclaw points.

The students in the classroom were completely confused.

Roger, sitting in the back row, whispered to the student next to him, "Is Professor Quirrell thinking of switching jobs to Puni's shop?"

Some people couldn't help but laugh.

Puni heard it.

He did not respond.

He noticed not Quirrell's question, but rather Quirrell's occasional glances at Qiu Shi's pauses.

very short.

It's so short that most people can't even tell.

Kopni figured it out.

That's not just about looking at the students.

It's more like confirming something that will be used to threaten him.

After the bell rang, Ravenclaw had scored twenty more points.

The students were very happy.

Puni was not happy at all.

He and Qiu walked out of the classroom with cold expressions.

Qiu noticed immediately.

"What's wrong?"

Puni did not answer immediately.

The corridor was crowded, and some people were still discussing the extra points they had just received.

Qiu grabbed his sleeve.

"Puni".

Puni stopped walking.

He looked at Qiu and suddenly reached out to hug her.

Qiu paused for a moment, but did not push him away.

"What happened?"

Quirrell is watching you.

Qiu's body stiffened slightly.

"Because of me?"

"Because of me."

Puni said.

"He knows I care about you."

Qiu remained silent for a while.

"So what do we do?"

Puni released her.

"First, have Morti and Sensen obey your commands. If you find anything amiss, leave the spot and don't wait for me."

Qiu looked at him.

"You want me to run first again?"

"Yes."

"And then you stay?"

"If needed."

Autumn frowned.

Puni didn't avoid her gaze.

"Qiu, it's not that I think you're useless, I just can't accept that he's using you to force me to make a decision."

This statement carries significant weight.

Qiu understood.

She reached out and touched the back of his hand.

"I will call on Murthy and I will protect myself, but you must promise me that you will not do anything reckless because of me."

Puni did not answer immediately.

Qiu stared at him.

"promise."

Puni sighed.

"it is good."

When Morty was summoned, the whole little elf was very excited.

"Miss Zhang can call for Murtaugh anytime, and he will come immediately!"

Sen Sen also appeared, much more composed than Mo Ti.

"If Murthy were somewhere else, I would take his place."

Qiu looked at the two little elves and thanked them earnestly.

Merti is about to cry again.

Sen Sen skillfully reached out and grabbed its ears to prevent it from kneeling down.

The next day, Harry went to duel Draco again.

He lost once.

That time, the loss was decisive.

Draco's spell combos were faster than before. Harry managed to hold on for a while with the Protective Charm and Disarming Charm he had just learned, but in the end he was tripped up by the Leg Locking Charm and hit by a Stunning Charm.

The spell wasn't powerful enough to knock him unconscious, but it did leave him lying on the ground unable to get up for a long time.

Harry was very unwilling.

He didn't want to always rely on Puni's teachings, nor did he want to keep losing to Draco.

So he tried a different approach.

Continue the challenge.

Continue to observe.

Draco knew Harry was secretly learning, but he still agreed.

Because every time he beat Harry, he felt much better.

After Harry lost, he went to the library to find the spells Chadlako had used.

The pronunciation, gestures, and uses were all written on the parchment.

Hermione was initially against it, but after discovering that Harry wasn't just randomly trying spells, she had no choice but to mark the dangerous parts for him.

Ron, on the other hand, was in charge of making sarcastic remarks.

"You're treating Malfoy like a professor."

Harry closed the book.

"At least he won't assign papers."

Ron looked at the parchment covered in spells with a distressed expression.

"I still find this strange. You get beaten up by Malfoy during the day, and then you thank him for providing teaching materials at night."

Harry drew the disarming spell gesture again.

I didn't thank him.

"You're writing more diligently now than you are taking notes in a Charms class."

Hermione sat down next to her and pushed a book called "Common Duel Spells and Defensive Gestures" towards her.

"It's right to be serious. If you insist on training with Malfoy, at least you should know which spells you can't just randomly use."

Ron glared at her.

"Do you support him now?"

"I do not support duels."

Hermione turned the page and pointed to a passage.

"But he's already gone three times. Since we can't persuade him otherwise, we should reduce the risk."

Harry was somewhat surprised.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

Hermione looked at him.

"Can I stop them?"

Harry thought for a moment.

"It might be impossible to stop them."

"So I only make requests."

Hermione took out a new piece of parchment and wrote quickly.

"First, don't go to deserted places. Second, don't use spells whose effects you're unsure of. Third, stop when you get hurt; don't try to tough it out just to save face. Fourth, if Malfoy brings Crabbe and Goyle with him, you leave immediately."

Ron raised his hand.

"I'll add one more thing: if Malfoy insults you, you can beat him up."

Hermione glared at her.

"This one doesn't count."

"Why? Because it's very practical."

"Because we're talking about magic."

Ron muttered, "Fists can be magical too; they can shut people up."

Harry smiled and took the paper Hermione had written.

He doesn't like to lose.

I especially dislike losing to Draco.

But after losing these few times, he gradually realized that Draco wasn't just annoying with words.

The Malfoys' training was very solid; at least in the opening of the duel, he was several steps ahead of Harry.

Draco knew when to press first and when to switch to a control spell, and he also knew to have Crabbe and Goyle stand by to put pressure on the opponent.

These things won't be taught in Charms class.

Penny had taught him some things, but Penny's moves were so steady that Harry had a hard time spotting any flaws.

Draco is different.

He gets anxious, he gets smug, and he'll reveal his next move when he thinks he's about to win.

That's what Harry learned.

The fourth duel took place in an abandoned corridor.

Hermione and Ron came along this time.

Ron stood behind Harry, wand in hand, claiming he was just watching, but his eyes were fixed on Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione stood a little further away, holding her book, looking ready to call a halt at any moment.

Draco saw them and laughed horribly.

"Potter, do you still need an audience for your duels?"

Harry raised his wand.

"Didn't you bring two too?"

Crabbe and Gore took a step forward.

Ron also stepped forward.

Hermione immediately said, "No gang fighting allowed."

All four of them stopped.

Draco's expression was not good.

"Let's begin."

He started this time with a leg-locking spell.

Harry was prepared, and his protective charm held up better than last time.

The spell crashed into him, but he forcefully pushed it down.

Draco narrowed his eyes and immediately switched to the Disarming Charm.

Harry dodged to the side, and flicked his wand with the momentum.

"Tarantella Dance!"

Draco's expression changed, and his feet moved uncontrollably for a moment.

Ron almost burst out laughing.

"pretty!"

Draco was annoyed.

He forcefully used a counter-spell to suppress the movement in his leg, and raised his hand to retaliate.

Harry didn't give him a chance to stand firm and threw another Disarming Charm.

This time, Draco's wand flew out.

The corridor became quiet.

Ron opened his mouth wide, then slapped Harry hard on the shoulder.

"You win!"

Harry himself was also taken aback for a moment.

He did consider winning.

But seeing Draco standing empty-handed on the other side still made his heart flutter.

Draco's face turned white and then red.

Crabbe reached for his wand, and Hermione immediately raised her own.

"This is not mentioned in the rules."

Crabbe stopped and turned to look at Draco.

Draco gritted his teeth and walked over to pick up the wand himself.

"Again."

Harry didn't agree immediately.

He remembered the third rule Hermione had written.

Stop when it hurts; don't force yourself to endure it just to save face.

His wrist is still sore.

That's all for today.

Draco sneered.

"Win once and then run?"

"right!"

Harry put his wand away.

"Because I won."

Ron immediately burst into laughter.

Draco was so angry his face was almost contorted, but Hermione and Ron were there, and Crabbe and Goyle had no reason to fight, so he could only shove Harry's shoulder aside and leave with the two of them.

Harry was knocked back half a step, but he wasn't angry.

He won.

Even if it's just once.

This was enough for him to know that Malfoy wasn't always ahead of him.

Neville later heard about this and his reaction was stronger than Harry had imagined.

He sat in an armchair in the common room, holding a cup of hot cocoa, and asked softly, "You really confiscated Malfoy's wand?"

Harry nodded.

Ron immediately added to his statement.

"It flew really high, then suddenly fell down. I'll remember Malfoy's face for a whole year."

Neville's eyes lit up a little.

"If he uses the Leg-Locking Curse on me again, can I learn a counter-curse?"

Hermione immediately sat up straight.

"Of course, I can teach you."

Ron looked at her in surprise.

"You teach Neville how to duel?"

"I taught him how to break the spell and how to protect himself."

"Sounds about the same."

"Very different."

Neville was a little nervous.

"Will it be difficult?"

Harry looked at him and suddenly remembered that he himself knew nothing when he first raised his wand.

"Just learn one for now."

Hermione nodded.

"Learn the posture for the Protective Charm first, then learn the counter-charm for the Leg Lock Charm. You don't need to defeat Malfoy immediately, just don't stand there and get hit."

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Neville looked down at the cup.

After a while, he nodded slightly.

"it is good."

From that day on, the Gryffindor common room had a short, strange practice session every evening.

Harry practices the Disarming Charm.

Nawi practiced the anti-spell.

Ron was tasked with being the imaginary Malfoy.

He was very into his performance, raising his chin each time and saying with a smug look, "My dad will find out about this."

Neville was nervous at first, but he was also able to make him laugh later.

Hermione sat beside her, correcting her movements, until she finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to demonstrate herself.

"It's not swinging your arm, it's using your wrist to move the wand. Ron, don't laugh, your movements are ugly too."

Ron disagreed.

"At least I have presence."

"Power cannot break the spell."

As Harry watched them argue, the annoyance he felt from the Philosopher's Stone and Snape lessened considerably.

He began to understand that becoming stronger didn't necessarily mean suddenly learning powerful magic.

Sometimes it's just that you block it one more time today than yesterday.

Neville also started to dare to raise his head.

That's very small.

But for Neville, it's already quite a lot.

Harry was extremely nervous before the match.

In the locker room, before Wood kicked Ron and Hermione out, they had already discussed all the worst-case scenarios.

Wood tried to encourage him, but the more he spoke, the more it sounded like a deathbed farewell.

"If Snape is biased towards Hufflepuff, we will protest."

Ron paced back and forth in the locker room.

"If he gets close to you, Harry, fly higher—no, I mean, he can't exactly chase you on a broomstick, can he?"

Hermione crossed her arms.

"Professors don't chase after students in competitions."

"That's an ordinary professor, Snape is not ordinary."

Harry, clutching Nimbus 2000, felt a chill run down his spine as he listened.

He was already nervous enough.

After Ron said that, he even started imagining Snape blowing a curse from the referee's whistle and knocking him off the broom.

Come down.

Wood, unable to bear it any longer, pushed the two men toward the door.

"Get out! If you keep talking, Harry will faint before he even gets on stage."

Ron was very dissatisfied.

"We are helping him."

"You're helping Hufflepuff."

Wood closed the door.

Outside the door, Ron turned to look at Hermione.

"Did he kick us out?"

Hermione straightened her bag, which had been pushed to the side.

"It's obvious."

"So what do we do now?"

Hermione reached into her sleeve and touched the wand she had hidden.

"Go to the stands and keep an eye on Snape."

Ron's eyes lit up.

"You think so too?"

"I'm just doing this as a precaution."

Ron nodded.

"Yes, just in case."

As soon as the two rounded the wall outside the locker room, they saw Puni and Qiu standing next to the entrance to the stands.

Hermione stopped abruptly.

Puni looked up and glanced over.

Where are you headed?

Ron immediately said, "Watch the game."

"Does the wand have to watch the game too?"

Hermione's face stiffened.

Ron glanced down at his cuffs.

A bit of his wand handle was visible.

Puni looked at them for a few seconds.

"If you're planning to target Snape, you'd better give up now."

Hermione was unconvinced.

"What if he attacks Harry?"

"Dumbledore is here."

"But he wasn't here last time."

"So you burned the wrong person last time."

Hermione choked.

Ron whispered, "That does work."

Puni looked at him.

Ron shut up.

Cho said from the side, "It's good that you're worried about Harry, but if he uses a spell in the stands and gets caught, it will only cause him more trouble."

Hermione's expression relaxed a little.

She listened to Qiu's words more readily.

"Then we'll keep an eye on it."

"Staring is fine."

Puni said.

"Don't make any rash moves."

Ron sighed.

"All right."

As they walked toward the stands, Hermione glanced back at Puni.

What were you holding just now?

Puni remained unfazed.

"key."

"I know it's a key."

"Then you already know the answer."

Hermione glared at him.

Qiu suppressed a laugh and tugged at Lapni's sleeve.

"Let's go, or there won't be any seats left."

When they went up to the stands, Ravenclaw's seats were already quite full.

The wooden stands were freezing cold in winter, and a thin layer of frost covered the benches.

Several older students waved their wands to heat up the seats, and people immediately crowded around to get a seat, almost pushing a row of people off the bench.

Qiu found a spot with a good view and placed the binoculars on her lap.

Puni sat next to her, first looking at the field, then at the teachers' bench at the highest point.

Dumbledore arrived very early.

The old man was wearing a brightly colored robe, and Professor McGonagall was sitting next to him.

Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious, as if she had already prepared to deduct points from any student who caused trouble.

Snape stood on the sidelines, his black robe billowing in the wind, making him look even more menacing than the weather.

Ron and Hermione sat in the front row.

As soon as Ron sat down, he began to stare at Snape.

"Even his posture looks like it deserves a deduction."

Hermione pulled her scarf up a little.

"Could you please stop linking every single thing you say to point deductions?"

"No, he didn't even look at me when he deducted points from my score last time."

"That's because you dropped a porcupine quill into the Nevi cauldron during class."

"That was just an accident."

Puni listened to their argument but didn't say anything.

Qiu turned her head to look at him.

"You've been looking at the teachers' bench all day."

"Um."

"Didn't you say that with Dumbledore around, nothing would happen?"

"Nothing serious will happen."

"It's a small matter?"

Puni looked towards the stadium.

"There are little things happening every day at Hogwarts."

Qiu was speechless after hearing what he said.

On the other side, the Gryffindor stands had already started singing.

Before Lee Jordan even started his commentary, Fred and George, along with several students, began chanting Harry's name.

Harry was still a little pale when he came out of the dressing room, but when he heard the noise from the stands, he looked up and smiled.

Cedric led the Hufflepuff team out from the other side.

He didn't show hostility towards Harry; instead, he nodded towards Gryffindor first.

Upon seeing this, Wood returned the greeting with a stern face, as if the two sides were about to go to war.

Qiu whispered, "Cedric looks very composed."

Puni looked at her.

"You're very interested in him?"

Qiu paused for a moment, then laughed.

"I'm talking about Quidditch."

"Um."

"What does that 'um' mean?"

"It means I heard it."

Autumn squinted.

Puni handed her the binoculars.

"The match has begun."

Qiu took the binoculars and didn't ask any more questions, but the corners of her mouth remained turned up.

In the center of the field, Snape raised his whistle.

A sharp whistle cut through the wind.

Fourteen brooms took off at the same time.

Hufflepuff started strong, with the Chaser not rushing to attack but instead using passes to stretch Gryffindor's defense outwards.

Cedric flew cautiously, maintaining a position that Harry could see but couldn't easily approach.

Wood shouted at the door knocker, telling the players not to get carried away by the rhythm.

Lee Jordan's voice came from the stands.

"The Quaffle is in the Hufflepuff's hands, they're passing it fast, Gryffindor be careful—great! Angelina intercepted it!"

A burst of cheers immediately erupted from the stands.

Snape rode his broomstick past the sideline, keeping a close eye on things.

Each time he approached, the Gryffindor jeers subsided, and even Ron put his hands in his sleeves, only to be nudged by Hermione's elbow.

"Don't move."

"I didn't move."

"Your hand has already touched the wand."

"I'm just afraid of the cold."

Puni glanced in that direction.

Ron immediately took his hand out, pretending to adjust his scarf.

Qiu almost burst out laughing.

On the course, Fred hit a run-off ball, originally aimed at the Hufflepuff chaser heading toward Angelina.

A gust of wind swept from the side of the stands, and the ball veered half a foot off course. George rushed over to make amends, swinging his bat hard.

The ball changed direction and grazed Snape's shoulder.

Snape's broom wobbled.

The entire stadium was silent for less than a second.

Then, the Gryffindor stands erupted in barely suppressed laughter.

Lee Jordan's voice visibly trembled.

"Oh, Professor Snape dodged a dangerous ball very skillfully, of course, this was not at all a deliberate arrangement by Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall glared at him from the teachers' table."

Lee Jordan immediately changed his tune.

"I mean, the game continues."

Snape awarded Hedgehog a penalty.

Wood waved angrily at the door knocker, while Fred and George made innocent faces in mid-air.

Below the stands, Hedgehog's penalty kick went in smoothly.

very.

The scoreboard had just been turned over when Harry suddenly moved.

As if he had seen something, he bent down close to the broom handle and rushed down from a height.

Cedric reacted quickly and caught up with them almost simultaneously.

The golden thief skimmed across the grass, its wings moving so fast they were almost invisible.

Harry's broom is lighter and faster.

He brushed past Snape, who barely had time to turn his head.

Harry's black robes were lifted, and he reached out his hand, his body low to the ground, his arm almost touching the tip of the broom.

The next moment, he grasped that little bit of gold.

The stadium was quiet.

Immediately afterwards, the Gryffindor stands seemed to be set ablaze.

Qiu put down her binoculars.

"It's really over."

Puni said, "I did warn you."

Hermione stood on the steps, holding the book, still completely bewildered.

Ron opened his mouth, and it took him a while to finally shout it out.

"Harry won!"

The shout seemed to finally pull them out of their daze.

Ron rushed toward the front row of the Gryffindor stands, nearly tripping over the hem of his robe.

Hermione followed behind, reminding him to watch where he was going as she ran.

Puni looked at Harry, who was surrounded by his teammates in the center of the field, and then glanced at Snape.

Snape has landed.

His face was grim, but he wasn't angry or embarrassed.

Instead, he quickly looked towards the teachers' bench and then towards several spots on the sidelines of the court, as if checking for any unusual activity.

Clearly, Snape wasn't here to harm Harry today.

He was guarding against others.

But Harry wouldn't think that way.

A child who has been targeted by Snape for most of the semester will find it hard to believe that the other person is protecting him in a short period of time.

As soon as the Gryffindor players landed, Harry was caught by Wood before he could even stand properly.

Wood was so excited that his voice changed, and he kept saying how fast and beautiful it was!

In the end, he even forgot that he was still the captain and spun Harry around halfway.

Harry was so choked by him that he could barely breathe, and could only hold onto the Golden Snitch with one hand and pat Wood's arm with the other.

"Wood, I can't breathe."

Wood immediately released his grip.