"Who taught you this magic, Ginny Weasley!"

He strode up to Cyrus, his thin body wrapped in a black wizard robe, and looked down at Cyrus condescendingly.

The spell that Cyrus used just now was naturally the Fuchsia spell invented by Snape. After the spell was accidentally leaked that year, it immediately became popular in Hogwarts, so that Snape was eventually humiliated by James Potter using the magic he invented.

But after so many years, not many people still remember this spell.

But as it happened, Cyrus knew the spell.

Snape originally suspected that Ginny Weasley was possessed by Voldemort just like Quirrell, but Voldemort was not interested in these boring little tricks.

"Bill taught me that," Cyrus said quickly.

When in doubt, just push it to Bill. Anyway, who knows where in the pyramid in Egypt he is now. Besides, Bill started school only ten years later than Snape and the others, so it is possible that this spell was still popular in school at that time.

"Bill didn't even teach me such a useful spell!" Ron said extremely unbalancedly, "Next time I'm going to write a letter to scold him!"

"William Arthur Weasley." Snape had naturally heard of this man who had won 12 OWL certificates. Since Cyrus said so, he had no way to tell the truth, so he could only give up.

"Dean, I—"

"Shut up!"

Snape glared at Flint, the disgrace. His face was extremely ugly. It was conceivable that Marcus Flint would become the shame of the entire Slytherin from today on.

Seeing this, Harry immediately became happy. As long as Snape was in trouble, it was enough to make him happy.

Snape obviously noticed this and took out his anger on Harry.

"It seems that some people see others win the game, so they think they can be so lucky." His eyes turned to look at Harry sideways first, and then the expressionless face turned, "Harry - Pot! Why don't you find your own opponent? Do you think that if others succeed by chance, you can succeed?"

"Malfoy!"

Draco first looked at Marcus Flint with contempt, then took a step forward confidently: "I'll meet you, Pot!"

It was impossible for Harry not to accept the challenge.

The rest of the students also came back to their senses from the battle and began to face their opponents, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

Everyone was casting evil curses. The duel between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw was relatively restrained, but the duel between Slytherin and Gryffindor could be said to be adding new grudges to old ones. How could they show mercy?

Fred and George went after the Slytherin beater, and Wood was also secretly attacking them. Some even wanted to take advantage of the chaos to attack Cyrus, so that this enemy who brought shame to Slytherin would also suffer! Cyrus was naturally not polite to this, and hung them all on the roof.

More than ten minutes later, when Lockhart yelled at the students to stop, the ceiling of the auditorium was already filled with a row of human figures. From a distance, it looked like rows of green bacon.

Snape was shaking all over, not sure if it was because of the cold or anger. In the end, he said nothing, but cast a large-scale universal antidote spell, which brought down Malfoy who was hit by the Knot Curse, Harry who was hit by the Dancing Curse, and the batch of dried snake strips on the roof.

"Good Lord, good Lord," said Lockhart, jumping up and down among the crowd, watching the aftermath of the duel. "You stand up, MacMillan... Watch out, Miss Fawcett... Squeeze it hard, the bleeding will stop soon, Boot..."

He was regretting it now, very much! His eyes became dull as if he had lost hope.

I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have agreed to Dumbledore from the beginning. If I hadn't agreed to Dumbledore, I wouldn't have to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts; if I hadn't been the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I wouldn't have ended up in such a sad place. If I hadn't ended up in such a sad place, I wouldn't have to face so many troubles.

After finally stopping the commotion, Lockhart stood in the middle of the hall in a panic. He glanced at Snape, only to see a cold light flashing in his black eyes, and immediately looked away.

"I thought it would be best if I taught you how to stop unfriendly magic."

"Please volunteer a pair - Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, what do you think?" He said volunteers, but he took the initiative to pick two students who were not very outstanding. At least in this way, even if there was trouble, he would be able to solve it.

Neville's round face immediately turned red, not because Snape said something bad about him, but because Snape had completely mixed up his and Seamus' memories.

At this moment, Cyrus felt Snape's eyes sweeping across him first, and he immediately raised his eyebrows in response. He wanted to see if Snape dared to let him duel with Malfoy.

Snape's eyes swept over Cyrus and Harry, and it was obvious that he actually hoped that it was Harry who would make a fool of himself at this moment. However, when he thought of what Dumbledore had said to him not long ago, he still aimed his venomous eyes at Cyrus.

"How about Ginny Weasley and Marcus Flint?"

"What?" Although Lockhart had originally planned to never refuse anyone Snape proposed, he was still shocked when Snape said these two names.

"I think this is probably inappropriate. I hope you remember that Miss Weasley is probably only in her first year." Lockhart said with a troubled look on his face.

"Yes, quite excellent--" Snape said word by word, "but I think we can give the loser a little leniency, right?"

He looked at Lockhart with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes, which made Lockhart feel scared.

"Well, very good... Miss Weasley and Mr Flint then."

Lockhart didn't dare to disobey Snape, and quickly pulled Cyrus to his side, "Okay, Ginny, when Flint points his wand at you, you do this."

He raised his wand and waved it left and right, trying to perform complicated tricks, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

"If you can't give me any good advice, please get out of the way, sir!" Cyrus was annoyed with him and pushed him away with his hand.

"Ginny will win, right?" Ron was very worried.

"Of course! Didn't you see how Ginny showed off her skills just now? And the professor just taught him a few tricks!" Hermione said confidently while tidying up her messy hair. She still hadn't seen Lockhart's true face.

"If you mean dropping your wand, then yes," said Ron unhappily.

And he could see that Snape was the one with real talent. Maybe he would teach Flint a powerful spell?

"It's okay Ron, we have to trust Ginny." Harry patted Ron's shoulder vigorously. He still felt unreal. This was the first time that Snape targeted someone in front of him.

Ron's guess was correct.

When Marcus Flint walked up to Snape, the gloomy big bat immediately stretched out his claws and grabbed him, saying half-threateningly: "I'll give you one more chance Flint, I don't want to hear any more excuses." Snape said coldly.

But on the other hand, if Ginny Weasley was really as he guessed at this moment, Flint would have no chance of winning.

"Yes, sir..."

"I'll teach you a spell." Snape whispered in his ear.

“…”

Marcus Flint strode onto the dueling stage.

He looked at the petite "Ginny" standing not far away. On one side was the fear left after several defeats, and on the other side was the contempt for a first-year student.

But no matter what, his nervousness at the moment was real.

Slytherin has been laughed at enough times. If he loses again, he will either transfer to another school or die!

It’s Thursday, looking forward to Friday 　　 　 (end of this chapter)