"Hey! Harry, did you see that? Professor Dracula learned the method of defeating Snape from my wand!"
Ron watched the scene with great excitement. He jumped up and down excitedly and kept shaking Harry's shoulders. "Professor Dracula learned the method from me, which means he used my method. To put it simply, it was me who defeated Snape!"
Ron seemed very excited, as if it was not Dracula who defeated Snape, but himself!
Harry glanced at him and was about to complain, but his expression suddenly changed. He tensed up, turned his head, and froze in place.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Ron looked at his movements in confusion and poked his ribs. "I see, you don't want to admit my excellence and want to change the subject!"
Harry felt a little tickled by the poking, and trying not to laugh, he quietly pointed his mouth towards the stage.
"What are you doing, Harry? Why aren't you talking?" Ron poked Harry in the ribs again.
This time Harry couldn't help himself and burst out laughing.
"Ron, don't be so proud here, look at the other end of the stage!" he said with a smile.
"What could be there, except Snape who just became Professor Dracula's defeated opponent..." Ron said, "Wait, Snape?"
At the mention of Snape's name, Ron suddenly came to his senses, his heart pounding.
He immediately covered his mouth to prevent himself from saying anything inappropriate, and then looked carefully in the direction where Snape had just landed on the stage.
At the edge of the stage, Snape had stood up at some point and was staring at Ron and Harry with an extremely cold gaze.
"It's over. I'm dead, Harry." Ron covered his mouth and whispered to Harry, "I'm sure Snape heard everything I just said. He's looking at me like he wants to kill me!"
"I think he probably didn't just want to kill you, you also implicated me..." Harry drooped his eyebrows and said dryly, "Whether I participated or not, Snape would think that I was involved in saying bad things about him."
"Then let us suffer together, good brother!" Ron put his arm around Harry's shoulders with a look of self-sacrifice.
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On the other side, Snape, who was feared by Harry and Ron, looked away.
He took a look at the ash wand in his hand, which fired spells from the end, and threw it aside angrily.
Snape then borrowed Draco Malfoy's wand and cast a universal counteracting spell on his left arm -
"Finite."
The petrification spell Snape had cast was immediately lifted, and he shook his left arm, feeling that it was free to move, so he returned the wand to Draco and walked back to the stage.
"Dracula - do you find these little tricks very enjoyable?" He walked in front of Dracula, his voice lower than usual, "You could have fought me fairly, why did you resort to such despicable means?!"
Snape was very unconvinced in his heart, as he would not have been so careless.
As a veteran undercover intelligence worker, Snape possesses an extremely cautious character. He seldom uses other people's magical supplies without thinking or checking to prevent himself from being ambushed.
But the enemy Snape faces today is Dracula, an extremely powerful opponent, an opponent who has defeated him twice!
Snape didn't think that an opponent as powerful as Dracula would resort to any tricks. After all, he could easily defeat him with his brute force.
In addition, when fighting Dracula, Snape focused most of his attention on observing Dracula's every move in order to guard against Dracula's sudden attack. Therefore, he had little time to pay attention to the plain ash wand in his hand.
In short, Snape was ambushed by Dracula and was tricked by the wand in his own hand.
So he came to Dracula angrily and asked him why he had to use such boring little tricks to win.
"Because I've fought you twice." Dracula said as a matter of course, "I have to say, except for the first time which was a bit of a surprise, fighting with you later on was no longer interesting."
Snape's eyes became a little stunned, and then a strong rage burned up. His teeth were gritting, but he had no way to deal with Dracula.
"I'm sorry, Professor Snape." Dracula said happily, "This reverse wand is an inspiration I just got, and I couldn't help but use you as a test subject."
"The source of inspiration is Ronald Weiss, right?" Snape's emotions gradually stabilized, and then he showed a malicious sneer.
"That's right." Dracula nodded slightly. "The wand that Weiss brought was broken, but the broken wand that was glued together with magic tape actually had other properties. I didn't expect that."
"I'm not interested in how you got the inspiration, Dracula." Snape said darkly, "I just want to ask you for permission to establish a dueling club-"
"I want to ask you to assign Ronald Weiss to the duel group with Harry Potter!"
Dracula's gaze swept across Harry and Ron, who were ready to die, and a look of interest appeared in his eyes.
"Of course no problem!" He was looking forward to the scene of Snape torturing Harry and Ron, so he decisively sold out the two little Gryffindor wizards.
"Alright, let's just leave it at that for the duel demonstration!"
Dracula turned around and spoke loudly to the young wizards in the audience, while raising his hand and snapping his fingers.
Then, countless bright dividing lines suddenly appeared on the marble floor of the auditorium, crisscrossing and forming many small arenas for dueling.
"Now Professor Snape and I will walk among you and divide you into groups of two. The two little wizards in each group will duel."
"Well... considering the size of the venue, it's difficult for all seven grades to duel at the same time. It's not convenient for Professor Snape and I to take care of the safety of every pair of wizards in the duel. That would be too troublesome..."
Hearing this, Snape glanced at Dracula, and his eyes twitched. 'So... it's not that this person can't take care of the safety of all students, but he just finds it troublesome, right...'
"Let's start with the young wizards." Dracula didn't care what Snape was thinking, and continued, "Since the first-year students have only a short time to study, they will temporarily watch the competition from the sidelines. The second-year wizards will start the duel first!"
He winked at Snape amusedly, "Professor Snape will divide the second year wizards into groups for the upcoming duel."
Snape nodded knowingly and walked off the stage with a sneer.
Harry and Rondon in the audience felt something was wrong, and they hugged each other tremblingly and tried their best to squeeze to the back of the crowd.
Snape walked quickly off the stage, his long black robes flowing behind him.
Even though he had just lost the duel, he still had an intimidating aura surrounding him, and none of the little wizards in the audience dared to approach him!
He walked through the crowd, pairing up the second-year students he saw very hastily—
Neville Longbottom and Justin Finch-Fletchley of Hufflepuff formed a pair; Malfoy's two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle formed a pair...
However, his pace did not stop at all because of the grouping, and he continued to walk towards the crowd.
Harry and Ron felt that Snape's eyes had never left them!
Finally, Harry and Ron retreated to the wall, with nowhere to go.
Snape walked up to the two of them with a cold smile that held an ambiguous meaning on his face.
"I think your dream team should be broken up," he said with a faint sneer. "Wesley, you can form a pair with Seamus Finnigan. As for Potter-"
Harry subconsciously looked for help at Hermione who had followed him. Her eyes were full of worry.
"I don't think you should be paired with Miss Granger. You stick together all day long, and there is no challenge in actual combat." Snape said with a cold smile on his face, "Malfoy, come here."
He looked at Draco Malfoy standing between Crabbe and Goyle, "Let's see whether the famous savior Harry Potter will live up to the expectations of those foolish people and win, or whether Malfoy from Slytherin will be better..."
"As for you, Miss Granger—you could be paired with Miss Millicent Bulstrode."
Malfoy walked over arrogantly with a smug smile on his face, looking like he really deserved a beating.
Behind him followed a Slytherin girl, tall and strong, with a stocky build and a thick chin thrust forward menacingly, and she was no less bulky than the big guys Crabbe and Goyle.
Hermione gave her a forced smile, but she ignored it.
The strong Miss Millicent Bulstrode even attracted Dracula's attention.
Dracula immediately gave his own judgment. Poor Miss Granger could only have a chance of winning if she used various spells she mastered to delay time from a distance.
This is indeed the case. If a mage is controlled by a tank, he will most likely die...
"Face your partners!" Seeing that the second-year students had paired up, Snape returned to the stage and shouted, "Bow!"
Upon hearing the command, most of the young wizards in the audience bowed politely to their opponents.
But Harry and Malfoy, the two old enemies, did not move at all, nor did they even think of nodding their heads. They just stared at each other fiercely.
"Raise your wands!" Snape's cold voice sounded again, "One - two - three -"
Before he could count to three, many little wizards took action first, either because they were nervous or wanted to launch a sneak attack.
Malfoy was one of the young wizards who wanted to launch a sneak attack. He took action as soon as Snape counted to "two" -
"Flipendo!"
His spell hit Harry so hard that he felt as if he had been hit on the head with a stew pot and he staggered.
Fortunately, Malfoy didn't seem to be very skilled in the repelling spell, and did not push Harry back as expected.
So Harry seized the opportunity, pointed his wand directly at Malfoy, and shouted:
"Rictusempra!"
A flash of silver hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled over, wheezing.
The silver light was a tickling spell, and when it hit Malfoy, he laughed so hard that his whole body collapsed and he was unable to move.
Looking at Malfoy kneeling on the ground in front of him, Harry hesitated. He vaguely felt that he shouldn't use magic on Malfoy while he was lying on the ground. This was against the ethics of the game...
However, not everyone is as talented as him.
Malfoy was laughing wildly and pointing his wand at Harry's knee.
"Tarantallegra!" he cried, laughing and panting.
The next moment, Harry's legs began to twitch uncontrollably under the influence of the dancing spell, as if he was doing a funny tap dance.
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Compared to the duel between Harry and Malfoy, Ron's duel with Seamus Finnigan was much more friendly.
After Snape counted to three, the duel officially began.
Ron and Seamus stood at the two ends of the field, looking at each other, waiting for the other side to make the first move.
"Seamus, you go first, I'll let you go." Ron looked at Seamus who was hesitant to take action and said mysteriously.
He knew very well that his broken wand was not very effective, and if he took action first, the spell would most likely backfire and hit him.
So he had to let Seamus take the first step!
"Why don't you start first, Ron?" Seamus said unyieldingly, "I can give in to you, too!"
Simo also knew that he did not have a good grasp of magic. Many ordinary magic spells became time bombs in his hands, and he would inevitably suffer heavy losses before hurting the enemy.
So he had to let Ron take action first!
The situation immediately came to a stalemate.
At this moment, Ron suddenly remembered the duel between Professor Dracula and Snape.
The way Professor Dracula defeated Snape was that he let his opponent seize a wand that could cast spells in reverse, and then he used this method to ambushed the opponent and eventually won.
Thinking of this, Ron was overjoyed.
"Seamus, quick, use the Disarming Charm on me!"
He yelled loudly, even raising his wand high above his head and facing Seamus in a French salute.
Simo: “?”
"Want to trick me? No way!" Seamus saw through Ron's trick immediately and laughed triumphantly, "Ron, don't think I don't know what your wand is! You've messed up in class more than once!"
But seeing Ron raising his hands high, Seamus was unwilling to miss such a rare opportunity to win.
So he gritted his teeth and cast another spell -
"Lootor Wibbly!"
The next moment, a violent explosion occurred in front of Simo...
Looking at the dark-faced Seamus in front of him, Ron couldn't help but burst out laughing, "As expected of you, Seamus, the explosive genius, you can even use the limp leg spell as a bomb!"
Then he raised his wand confidently towards Seamus, feeling confident that he had won -
"Furnunculus!"
The next moment, Ron cast the pimple curse himself and hit his own stomach...
Looking at Ron with pimples all over his face, Seamus laughed with a sullen look on his face. "As expected of you, genius Ron. I knew you were the best at beating yourself up!"
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