in the corridor.
Harry was still explaining Professor Snape's evil deeds without any awareness, but Sean could notice that he began to reflect.
Harry began to be curious. If Professor Snape was not essentially the same as Death Eater and helped him fight against the bewitched Professor Quirrell, why would he resent himself so much?
And after he recalled something, he felt very depressed.
"Voldemort transferred part of himself to me,"
Harry said in a daze,
"Sean, Voldemort and I are similar."
Sean on the side was thoughtful, and it seemed that Harry was still influenced by Voldemort to doubt himself.
"Oh, Harry, you made Voldemort disappear, but now you suspect that you are similar to him. This is kind of funny."
Justin walked out from the corner. He looked like he had just come back from Kitchen and met Sean and Harry.
These words made Harry's eyes light up.
Too many worries overwhelmed his reason, how could he forget this!
Sean glanced at Justin, Justin was still smiling and comforting Harry.
Both Sean and he can understand Harry's worries. No one would want to be like him for the murderer of their loved ones.
Then there was no more people in the corridor.
Ravenclaw Dormitory is only Black Cat.
While Void Talisman slowly recovers his magic power, Animagus can always make Sean's Soul Transfiguration more proficient.
[You practiced Soul Transfiguration once with the entry-level standards in Master Domain, Master level proficiency +3]
System Panel The reminder sound has reached the curfew, and the night just slipped away.
The next day.
Everyone feels the anger of Professor Snape.
If he was once strict and harsh, now he is a complete rule machine.
Even if the crucible is stirred less, five points will be deducted.
Even Justin felt a little sluggish after taking Potions class. In two consecutive classes, Hufflepuff disappeared for forty minutes, and even Ravenclaw also disappeared a lot.
It is completely a shocking House Points tragedy.
Fortunately, there was another thing that attracted everyone's attention at night.
Otherwise, everyone would gather around the door of the Great Hall, looking at the hourglass, wondering if someone had placed Dungbomb in Professor Snape's office.
"Professor Snape, I have to say, he may be a little crazy."
Great Hall, Justin thought about the words and finally came up with the most appropriate description.
"We have to stay away, especially you."
Hermione looks at Harry, Ron and Neville.
They had all been deducted points in the past, but now they are even more afraid to think about it.
Overhead, owls delivered letters,
Sean sipped Pumpkin Juice and glanced at Professor Snape, who had a gloomy face on High Table. He was smiling and saying something to Dumbledore.
This time, he seemed to have the upper hand.
And at night.
Great Hall became lively again.
Sean originally practiced magic spells at Hope Cottage. After getting a little tired, he followed the excited Justin and others to the Great Hall.
The rows of long tables disappeared like yesterday, and a golden stage was erected against the stone wall. Thousands of firelights were suspended above, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime. The dome once again turned into a bottomless ink color.
Almost all the teachers and students in the school came in, and there were crowds of people, and every face was smug, holding the wand tightly in their hands, and they kept discussing in low voices.
"Did you see it? Who is the professor who teaches us dueling? Who is it?"
There were too many senior students in front of the crowd. Hermione couldn't see anything, so he had to ask nervously and expectantly,
"Is it Professor Flitwick?"
"Hermione, if you can't see it, you can't expect us to grow taller in an instant, right?"
Ron stretched his neck as much as possible, but could not see anything either.
"As long as it's not--"
Before Harry finished speaking, it turned into a groan. Gilderoy·Lockhart walked onto the stage, wearing a purple robe, shining brightly. The person next to him was none other than Snape, still wearing his usual black clothes.
Lockhart waved his hand to tell everyone to be quiet, and then shouted loudly:
"Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!
Well, Professor Dumbledore allows me to open this little Dueling Club to fully train you in case you need to defend yourself one day, and protect yourself in the same way I have used countless times - for details on this, please see my published works."
His appearance was so unexpected that Sean's expression changed when he saw Hermione who had been looking excited just now.
Harry turned around and left, and Ron followed suit.
But unfortunately, the club had started classes, and Percy stood far away and stopped them.
"Class is over, go back."
Percy said.
Then Sean saw Harry and Ron coming back dejectedly.
At this time Lockhart shouted loudly:
"Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape,"
He said, grinning widely,
"He told me that he himself knew a thing or two about dueling, and he graciously agreed to help me with a small demonstration before class.
I said, I don't want to let you little guys worry - after I finish demonstrating with him, I will return your Potions teacher intact to you, so don't be afraid!"
Professor Snape's gloomy face was almost murderous. When Lockhart saw it, he suddenly stuttered and turned his head:
"But before we demonstrate, maybe two volunteers can come on stage to show everyone what a wrong duel looks like. Anyone want to come?"
He glanced at Snape and saw a cold light shining in Snape's black eyes, so he immediately looked away.
"Please volunteer to come up as a pair - Longbottom and Finley. What do you think?"
"This is a bad idea, Professor Lockhart."
Snape said suddenly, gliding briskly across the stage like a vicious Big Bat,
"Longbottom can cause damage even with the simplest spell. In that case, we would have to put the remains of Finley in a matchbox and send it to the hospital."
Neville's round pink face blushed very much, so Justin and Hermione comforted him:
"What he told is a lie, Neville, do you remember? You ranked seventh."
Neville's face looks much better now.
"Sean·Green, come up,"
Snape stared at Sean. There was no emotion in his eyes, only a deep feeling.
After yesterday, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost his understanding of a certain little wizard again.
Now he knows that it is not because of him. Some wizards are destined not to grow up slowly like mediocre people.
"Also, Marcus·Flint, you will be his companion... rival."