Cyrus saw Malfoy walking towards him with a haughty manner, followed by a burly girl, who was obviously the Miss Pastor that Snape mentioned.

At the same time, he saw Fred and George hiding in the crowd not far away, waving and cheering him up. Fred even tried hard to mouth the words to remind him not to forget to teach the Slytherin students a lesson.

"As for you, Ginny Weasley - I think there is someone who would be willing to team up with you." Snape sneered, "Flint, here's your chance."

He stepped aside halfway, and then a man who was stronger than a chimpanzee came out with a cruel smile. The noise in the hall suddenly became much quieter, and Fred and George could no longer wave their arms, as if they were petrified by a basilisk.

"He's finally gone crazy!" Ron couldn't help it anymore and immediately spoke out his inner thoughts loudly.

Snape immediately glared back at him fiercely, but this time Ron didn't back down at all. Letting a first-year student fight against a sixth-year student, isn't that crazy? Not to mention that Marcus Flint had been attacked by Ginny before, so this time he was clearly well prepared!

"Professor, I think this is unreasonable!" Percy also walked out with a frown and stopped in front of Cyrus, "I can pair up with Flint."

It is true that he is a good student, but that does not mean he is willing to obey all unreasonable demands of a professor.

"The students are right..." Lockhart rubbed his palms and said carefully. He didn't dare to refute Snape's opinion now, but Snape's assignment was too outrageous. "We hold the club to teach young wizards to have a certain ability to resist when facing danger, not -"

"I think Flint is capable of playing a 'danger', what do you think?" Snape said with a sneer, "Or does Miss Weasley, who is good at sneak attacks, look down on this defeated opponent?"

The others wanted to say something but were interrupted by Cyrus.

"Let's take him." Cyrus nodded. "I think Professor Snape is right about one thing. At least he looks like a very dangerous, brainless troll. It turns out that Slytherin House now recruits such students. It's really a pity."

This immediately offended a large group of Slytherins. Malfoy, who was originally going to deal with Harry, wanted to cast a curse on Cyrus right away.

The most annoyed person, of course, was Marcus Flint himself.

"Just wait and see!" He walked to the side cruelly, keeping a proper distance.

The rest of the students dispersed, and even the young wizards who had already chosen their opponents did not start their own duels. Instead, they watched the competition with a huge gap in strength. The Slytherins even crossed their arms and wanted to watch the joke.

Snape also looked at Cyrus expectantly, he wanted to see the true form of "Ginny Weasley".

Last year, Dumbledore asked him to pay attention to Quirrell, but Quirrell became Voldemort's puppet. It was still uncertain what Ginny Weasley was! How could a first-year wizard resist his Legilimency?

"You shouldn't have agreed to that!" Hermione pulled Cyrus' sleeve, and Ron and Harry were unwilling to leave. They each held their wands and watched Marcus Flint warily to prevent him from attacking them secretly.

"Why don't we just go? There's no requirement to join the club," Hermione suggested.

"It's okay, there's nothing to be afraid of?" Cyrus said nonchalantly.

"We're with you!" Ron said, holding the broken wand with magic tape on it tightly and taking a deep breath.

"Don't make trouble, but Harry can stay." Cyrus pushed Ron away and turned to Harry and said, "You can use the trick that Lockhart taught you--"

"What?" Harry was stunned. When had that idiot Lockhart ever taught him any secret?

"Remove your bones!"

Harry and the other two wanted to follow, but Snape flicked his sleeves and stopped them: "I think - your opponents are on the other side!"

Several people turned their heads to look, and Malfoy showed a sinister smile: "Here are some special moves!"

"Okay, okay—" Lockhart's tangled facial features were almost twisted together. Hermione looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could stop this farce, but how could he dare to resist Snape now? "Face your partners!" Lockhart returned to the stage and shouted, "Bow!"

Cyrus immediately extended his right hand to the side and bowed gracefully, but Flint seemed to have no intention of bowing.

This did not make Cyrus very happy.

"You should bow!"

"I won't bow to a little brat like you!" Marcus said contemptuously.

The Slytherins all burst into laughter. It was obvious that they were very proud of Marcus's behavior. They probably thought it was an insult to Gryffindor.

"You disappoint me, Slytherin, how could you be so ungraceful - bow - courtesy is required!" said Cyrus, raising his wand arm above his head, his wrist pointing downwards, the tip of his wand pressing down from top to bottom.

Marcus, who was still sneering, suddenly felt his spine bend, as if someone was pressing down on his shoulders. Those who were laughing immediately shut their mouths and looked at Cyrus with palpitations. Even Harry and the others felt a little terrified, as they had probably never seen such a scary "Ginny Weasley".

“That’s enough!”

Cyrus almost bent Marcus' waist to 90 degrees. If Snape hadn't interrupted him with a spell, Marcus' face would have been pressed to the ground.

Lockhart was afraid that something unexpected would happen again, so he shouted before the angry Marcus could get angry:

"Wands up, ready! On the count of three, cast your spell to disarm the enemy - just disarm him - we don't want any accidents. One - two - three -"

But Marcus took action as soon as he counted to "two".

He uttered a vicious curse, but Cyrus brushed it off without even looking at it.

He didn't give Marcus time to react and cast a spell mercilessly.

Marcus suddenly felt his ankle being pulled by a force, and then his body immediately turned over, and the whole person was hung on the gorgeous black velvet ceiling. Everyone in the hall was stunned, and Snape was awakened to some not-so-good memories.

"The golden bell falls to the ground!"

He pointed his wand and Marcus fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ginny Weasley - how did you know this spell?"

Finally got off work and went home to play games.

(End of this chapter)