69novels Chapter 494 Team Invitation
Chapter 494 Team Invitation
Chapter 494 Team Invitation
To everyone's surprise, Sirius Black and Snape started fighting again, and what was even more surprising was that they chose the same spell.
If this kind of tacit understanding existed between other people, they would definitely become the best of friends.
However, the two people on stage both wanted to kill each other.
"Everyone, stand back! Prefects, prefects, lead your respective houses away from the dueling arena!" Cedric was the first to react, quickly maintaining order in his capacity as president of the boys' student council.
The first thing to do is to keep everyone away from where they are fighting, so as not to be affected.
The prefects, realizing what was happening, immediately sprang into action. Hermione nudged Harry while directing everyone to retreat, and Harry, remembering he was also a prefect, rushed forward to help.
"It's burning hot!"
"A dragon has emerged from its cave!"
"Armor for protection!"
"I feel dizzy and lightheaded!"
"Armor for protection!"
On the dueling platform, the battle between Sirius and Snape grew increasingly intense, but they did not forget to occasionally cast an Ironclad Charm while attacking each other.
It seems that in this way, they are not settling personal scores, but demonstrating the effects and practical applications of the Ironclad Curse.
A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall, having received the notification, rushed over and separated the two.
"Ah, Minerva, you misunderstand. We were just demonstrating the effects of the Ironclad Charm to the students." Sirius said, feigning nonchalance, looking at Professor McGonagall's serious expression. "I think this will help them see it more clearly."
"Oh? Is that so?" Professor McGonagall stared at Sirius's slightly bluish face. If she wasn't mistaken, he was probably poisoned, and the culprit was most likely the snake that had been torn in two beside him.
Snape wasn't in much better shape either. His exposed skin was covered in large, orange-red welts. Although he appeared as calm as before, with no expression on his face, the occasional twitching of his lips proved that he wasn't as composed as he seemed.
Clearly, neither side had a complete advantage in the previous battle.
Strictly speaking, Snape might have had the upper hand. Sirius was bitten by the snake Snape conjured first. If it had been a more deadly snake, Sirius wouldn't have had a chance to retaliate against Snape.
This is, after all, Hogwarts, and the dueling club. Even if they had any ideas, they couldn't possibly kill each other.
Professor McGonagall sighed. She couldn't understand why Dumbledore would let these two work together, since they were the most unpredictable factors.
But Dumbledore had already made his decision, and Sirius and Snape had very valid reasons, so she couldn't just cancel the Duel Club.
"You can demonstrate, but you must be mindful of the limits!" Professor McGonagall cautioned. "And with you moving so fast, what will the students see?"
"You're right, Minerva, we'll correct that later," Sirius said, his face turning even bluer, as if stained with seaweed juice.
Even so, he stubbornly refused to ask Snape for the antidote.
Of course, Snape was the same; the scabs on his body were even bigger, and the burning pain made his face turn red.
Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it any longer. She helped Snape break the curse, then used the Summoning Charm to summon a piece of bezoar and force-feed it into Sirius's mouth. Only then, while cursing Dumbledore in her heart, did she leave the Great Hall, panting heavily.
Look at the kind of people he's looking for. Is it really that hard to find a normal Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?
Professor McGonagall is gone, but the Duel Club will continue.
Perhaps because they had just vented their anger, Sirius and Snape were much calmer now—at least they were no longer so hostile.
Sirius, whose complexion had returned to normal, spat out the bezoar in his mouth and walked to the front of the dueling platform.
"So, you've already witnessed the effects of the Ironclad Charm, haven't you? —"
He was met with silence.
"Does Sirius even know what he's saying?" Ron raised an eyebrow. "Does he really think we can see what he just did?"
Just now, Sirius and Snape were not demonstrating the speed that should be expected when they were showing spells. Sometimes, in urgent situations, they would not even recite the spells, and all you could see were spells of various colors flying around in the sky.
Oh, and every now and then a light flashes in front of them, like there's a semi-transparent wall. The spells that fly over hit the wall and bounce back the way they came.
That must be the Ironclad Curse.
As for how to cast this spell, what the wrist movements are, and how to pause while chanting the spell?
They knew nothing about these issues.
"It's alright, we can try again," Sirius said. "Snape's assistant, you—"
"The spell is armor!" Snape said without even glancing at him, stepping forward. "The action is to hold your wand upright in front of your chest, draw a line from top to bottom, and stop when the tip of the wand is level with your mouth—of course, once you're familiar with it, you won't need to do it so complicatedly anymore."
He talked to himself as if he had completely forgotten that he was just Sirius's assistant, there to help complete this duel club event.
Sirius Black wasn't to be outdone, and he also shared his understanding of the curse.
The two once again demonstrated their amazing teamwork. With their cooperation, the hundreds of students automatically split into two groups: Snape's group was mostly composed of Slytherin and Ravenclaw students, while Sirius's group was mostly composed of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students.
Everyone listened with great interest, and Hermione even took out her parchment and quill pen to write down all the key points they mentioned.
Seeing this situation, Xiren suddenly realized that things were not over yet.
Sure enough, when everyone had listened enough and was ready to split into pairs to practice the Ironclad Spell, the two groups spontaneously stood on opposite sides and began to choose their opponents.
But not everyone does this. Cedric from Hufflepuff took the initiative to approach Siron, wanting to team up with him.
"With your skill level, there's probably no point in practicing with your peers anymore. How about we practice together?"
Xilun agreed without much hesitation.
But just then, a big guy rudely pushed Cedric away.
He is Monta from Slytherin, a seventh-year student like Cedric, and also the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.
He stood there, eyeing Xiren with ill intent, and said in a commanding tone, "Olivendine, you're in my group! I'll show you who a pureblood should know how to make friends with!"
"I'm looking forward to it." Celen smiled, then turned to Cedric beside him. "Sorry, something came up."
"It's alright." Cedric glanced at Monta. "Do you need any help?"
"Oh, no need," Siren said. "Actually, I'm quite looking forward to it."
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