Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The farce of this Duelling Club ended in Harry's amazing performance.

After Marx stepped down, Lockhart immediately recovered from sorrow and frustration. I have to say that his skin is not really thick.

"Okay, everyone sees it!" He slammed down on the stage and said, "This is a disarming spell - as you can see, I lost my wand - ah, thank you. You, Miss Brown."

He took the wand, then cleared his throat and continued: "Yes, Marx. Show this trick to everyone, this idea is wonderful! But, I said so, don't mind, just now you have to come to such a hand." Obviously. If I want to stop you, I don’t need as easy as pie. I think that in order to increase their knowledge, let them see..."

Snape stared at Lockhart under the stage.

Marx doesn't matter. Just follow him and say that the next thing has nothing to do with him.

Not long after, Lockhart asked the students to start team training.

It didn't take long for the scene to be somewhat uncontrollable...

"God, my God!" Lockhart said, jumping around in the crowd and watching the consequences of the duel. "You stand up, Ernie... Watch out, Miss Foster... hold it tight, blood will be able to Stop, Bout -"

In order to stop this farce, Lockhart had to end the failed attempt.

"I think I'd better teach you some 'how to Shield Charm'."

That scene is too confusing.

After a "talk" by Lockhart, the scene eventually turned into a one-on-one presentation again - he and Snape were responsible for guiding alongside.

The first pair of candidates is Malfoy and Harry.

"Well, Harry," Lockhart said. "When Draco pointed at you with his wand, you did."

He raised his own wand, waved around, wanted to change the complicated pattern, but accidentally dropped it on the ground, and Snape sneered at chi chi.

Lockhart rushed to pick up the wand.

"Hey - my wand is a bit over-excited."

Snape approached Malfoy, bowed his head and whispered a few words, and Malfoy followed with a sneer.

"Professor, can you show me the way to stop spells?" Harry looked up nervously at Lockhart.

“Afraid?” Malfoy said in a low voice, not letting Lockhart hear.

"You dream!" Harry entered the words from the corner of his mouth.

Lockhart slaps Harry's shoulder happily and smiles: "Just do what I did just now, Harry!"

"What to do, put the wand on the ground?" Harry couldn't help but vomit, but Lockhart apparently automatically filtered out Harry's sentence.

As Lockhart began to count down, Harry had to raise the wand and focus his attention as much as possible.

"……Start!"

Malfoy quickly raised wand, loudly roared: "Serpensortia!"

Along with the tip of the wand in his hand, a burst of black snake suddenly burst out from the inside and fell heavily on the floor between them.

There was a slight blackness between the black snake scales, and the snake mouth was slightly open and the fangs were sharp. It was facing Harry, his head high and he looked obviously ready to attack.

The crowd screamed and quickly flashed back and let out the open space.

Marx followed back a few steps, hiding in the panicked crowd, making no noise.

"Don't move, Potter," Snape said lazily.

Apparently, he saw Harry standing there motionless, and the angry snake big eyes staring at small eyes, feeling very happy.

"I'll take him away -" "Let me come!"

Lockhart grabbed Snape's words, and his hands were more sensational. He raised wand and moved towards the black snake.

Suddenly, I only heard a loud bang, and the snake not only did not disappear, but it was raised more than a foot high and fell back to the floor.

It was furious, and Si si spit the letter and went straight to the nearest Justin Finch-Fletchley. Then, it raised his head and exposed the fangs, as if he was going to attack in the next second.

Harry didn't understand why he did it. He didn't even realize he decided to do it. He only knew that his legs were moving forward automatically, like stepping on a caster, and then he stupidly shouted: "Leave him!"

Harry half barely fell, the snake fell to the floor, supple like a pile of thick, black plastic water pipes, its eyes fixed on Harry.

“Successful?” Harry looked at the black snake in surprise.

He then looked up and looked at Justin and opened his mouth and laughed.

Harry thought that he would see a relaxed, confused, or grateful expression on Justin's face—and would never be the anger and horror of the present.

"What do you think you are playing!" Justin loudly shouted.

Before Harry could talk, he turned and rushed out of the auditorium.

Snape waved wand and eliminated the black snake. He looked at Harry and showed a deep expression. Around Harry, there was a whisper of the students around each other - which made him feel worse.

"What happened?" Harry looked around in confusion.

Just then, Harry felt someone licking his clothes.

"Come on!" Hermione walked over to Harry and whispered.

But when they turned around and wanted to call Ron, they found that he had already left without knowing.

Waiting for Harry and Hermione to rush back to the Gryffindor common room, it took a long time to see Ron coming in through the door.

"Ron, where have you been?" Hermione asked.

On the other hand, Harry sat in the armchair next to him, slightly lowering his head and seemed to be thinking about something.

"I am going to--" Ron looked at Hermione, his face flashed a tangled expression, and then took another breath, as if he had made a decision.

"...I went to find Marx." He finally said the words.

"Going to Marx? What?" Hermione was talking, but was interrupted by Ron.

"Hermione, Harry... listen to me." Ron walked over to them and lowered his voice. "Remember the day when I saw Filch's cat hanging on the wall?"

"Oh, of course... but what?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry hearing this also looked up and waited for Ron to continue.

"At the time, when you were looking at the cat, I saw someone behind the corner!" Ron looked around and confirmed that no one was paying attention to it. This was the word "stopped", "although I only saw it." The back of the person, but I am sure, it is Marx!"

"Marx's robe is too special, wide and big, I won't be wrong."

"You want to say... is Marx doing it?" Harry was incredulous.

"No! This is impossible!" Hermione glared at Ron, resolutely. "He can't be the heir of the Chamber of Secrets!"

Perhaps Hermione's tone was too high, and her second half of the story attracted many people's attention, and everyone turned and stared at Harry's mammoth.

“Oh, sorry!” Hermione came back to his senses and apologized to Harry.

"No, nothing... just..." Harry shook his head, but he looked a little bleak - he always cared about it since he came back from the hall.

Ron sees Hermione, unbelief, and the chest can't help but feel a bit sullen.

"You...what do you believe? You didn't see it when you played Harry last time!" Ron yelled. "And, since the beginning of the semester, Marx has been very wrong!"

"That can't prove anything!" Hermione blew her hair immediately, and she couldn't help but slammed back. "I think Marx is controlled by Voldemort-"

She immediately noticed that she was wrong and took the words back.

"Small voice, Ron!" Hermione whispered. "Do you want to make everyone know?"

Ron looked back and saw a lot of students looking at him with horror, apparently being scared by Hermione's "Voldemort".

"Not because of you..." Ron whispered.

"That... Hermione, you just said... What happened to Marx by Voldemort?" Harry hurriedly asked.

"...I'm not sure," she said in a complicated face. "But I think that Marx has become less normal since the end of the last semester."

"You should know that when Marx came back, I was the first to see him. I told you before that Voldemort was attached to Quirrell and asked Quirrell to steal Philosopher's Stone."

Harry and Ron both ordered nodded.

"What happened to Voldemort last time, only Marx and Professor Dumbledore knew, but-"

Hermione spoke and recalled the expression of Marx at the time. She couldn't help but lick her lips with a smug expression on her face.

"But when Marx came back, he looked very strange..." Hermione found it difficult to describe it in words. "I think Voldemort might have escaped."

"Oh--" Ron and Harry glanced at each other with a horror on their faces.

"Look at the state of Marx this semester, I think, he might be dark magic..." Hermione said that the guess is very reasonable. "This is really possible! You know, Dumbledore was there too." When he came back, he didn't bring Quirrell, let alone Voldemort..."

"If not..." She squinted and was frustrated. "If it wasn't for Marx to save me -"

"That is, Marx snatched Philosopher's Stone, but it was also in the middle of ...... You know who's dark magic..." Ron, who had heard enough of Voldemort's horror legend, even his name didn't even mention and.

Harry on the other side, but once again stunned.

His attention was not attracted to Voldemort, but the words "dark magic" evoked some memories.

“Ron, Hermione,” Harry thought. “I think maybe we can go and see for yourself.”