I became Voldemort

Snape's eyes were gloomy and annoyed. Looking at Marcus when he was being hung upside down, he almost seemed to see himself.

After Marcus' release, he strode up to Cyrus, his thin body wrapped in a black wizard robe, and looked down at Cyrus.

"Who taught you this magic, Ginny Weasley!"

The curse that Cyrus used just now was naturally the upside-down Jinx 'levicorpus' invented by Snape.

After this curse was accidentally leaked, it immediately became popular in Hogwarts, so much so that Snape was nearly killed by James Potter. Humiliated with the magic he himself had invented.

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

But it just so happened that Cyrus knew the spell.

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

"Bill taught me that," Cyrus said immediately.

When in doubt, I blame Bill for it.

Anyway, Snape can't tell which pyramid in Egypt he is in now, and Bill went to school about ten years later than Snape and the others. At that time, this spell was still popular in the school.

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

"William Arthur Weasley." Snape naturally had heard of this man who had won 12 O.W.L. certificates. Since Cyrus said this, he had no way to tell whether it was true or false, so he had no choice but to give up.

Marcus Flint looked at Snape.

"Professor, I——"

"Shut up!"

Snape gave Flint a hard look at this embarrassing display. His face was extremely ugly.

It was conceivable that Marcus Flint would become a shame to the entire Slytherin from today on.

Upon seeing this, Harry immediately became happy. As long as Snape was frustrated, he would be happy enough.

Snape obviously noticed this and vented his anger on Harry.

"It seems that some people see others winning the game and think they can be just as lucky." His eyes first turned to look at Harry sideways, and then his expressionless face turned around, "Humph"

"Harry—— Damn it! Why don't you find your own opponent? Do you think you can succeed if others succeed by luck?"

"Malfoy!"

Draco first glanced at Marcus Flint with disdain, then confidently took a step forward: "I'm here to meet you!"

Of course, it was impossible for Harry not to fight.

The other students also recovered from the previous battle and began to face their opponents. As a result, the scene immediately became chaotic.

Everyone was casting jinxes, and the duel between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw was relatively restrained, but Slytherin and Gryffindor could be said to be adding new hatred to old hatred, so how could they be merciful??

Fred and George both found Slytherin's batter, and Wood also secretly acted. There are even people who want to take advantage of the chaos to attack Cyrus, so that this enemy who has embarrassed Slytherin will also suffer!

Of course, Cyrus was not polite about this and hung them all from the roof.

"S-Stop!"

More than ten minutes later, when Lockhart shouted in a sharp voice to ask the students to stop, the ceiling of the auditorium was already covered with a large row of figures.

From a distance, it looked like it was covered with rows of green figures hanging like Bacon.

Snape was trembling all over, and he didn't know whether it was from cold or anger.

In the end, he didn't say anything.

He just cast a large-scale universal anti-curse, removing Malfoy who was under the Pimple Curse, and those who were under the Dancing Curse. Harry and the batch of dried snake strips on the roof were all put down.

"Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin!," Lockhart jumped up and down in the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duel. "You stand up, Macmillan... look out, Miss Fawcett... pinch hard, the blood will come soon. Stop it, Butt..."

He regrets it now, regrets it very much! Both eyes became sluggish as if they had lost hope.

Er, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, I should never have agreed to Dumbledore from the beginning. If I had not agreed to Dumbledore, I would not have been a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts; if I had not been a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I would not have fallen into such a sad place. If I had not fallen into such a sad place, I would not have to face such a lot of troubles.

After finally stopping the commotion, Lockhart stood in the center of the auditorium with a flustered expression. He glanced at Snape and saw the cold light in Snape's black eyes, and immediately looked away.

"I think I'd better teach you how to stop unfriendly magic."

"Please volunteer to come up as a couple - Longbottom and Fin-reli, what do you think?" He said it was voluntary, but he took the initiative to select two classmates who were not outstanding.

At least this way, even if he made trouble, he will also be capable of solving it.

"This is a bad idea, Professor Lockhart," said Snape, gliding across the stage like a large, vicious bat. "Longbottom can wreak havoc even with the simplest of spells. That way, we will have to put Fenglioli's remains in a matchbox and send it to the St Mungo's."

Neville's round face immediately turned red, not because Snape said bad things about him, but because Snape had completely misremembered him and Seamus.

At this time, Cyrus felt Snape's eyes sweep across his body first, and he immediately raised his eyebrows in return. He wanted to see if Snape dared him to go up and fight Malfoy.

Snape's eyes scanned Cyrus and Harry, and it could be seen that he actually hoped that the person who was going to make a fool of himself at this moment was Harry.

But when he thought of what Dumbledore had said to him not long ago, he still aimed his snake-like eyes at Cyrus.

"What about Ginny Weasley fights Marcus Flint again?"

"What?" Although Lockhart had already planned to refuse no matter who Snape proposed, he was still shocked when Snape said these two names.

"I don't think this is appropriate. I hope you remember that Miss Wiesly had just defeated him in a duel. And now he looks angry, maybe he'll try to harm her..." Lockhart said with a troubled face.

"Yes, quite outstanding -" Snape said every word, "but I think we can give the loser an other chance, right?"

He looked at Lockhart, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised, making Lockhart feel terrified.

"Okay, great... then Miss Weasley and Mr. Flint."

Lockhart dared not disobey Snape and quickly pulled Cyrus to his side, "Okay, Ginny, maybe he was not expecting you to suddenly use that.. Jinx.. but now.. Umm.. this is what you do when Flint points his wand at you."

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

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

"Will Ginny win again?" 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 with confidence while arranging her messy hair. She still hasn't seen Lockhart's true face.

"If you mean dropping the wand on the ground, that's true," Ron said, unhappy.

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

"It's okay Ron, we have to trust Ginny." Harry patted Ron's shoulder hard, and he still had an unreal feeling. For the first time, Snape was targeting someone else in front of him.

Ron's guess was right.

When Marcus Flint walked up to Snape, the gloomy big bat immediately stretched out its claws, grabbed him, and said semi-threateningly:

"I'm giving you another chance Flint, I don't want to hear any more excuses." Snape said coldly.

But on the other hand, if Ginny Weasley was as he suspected at this moment, Flint would never win.

"Yes, sir..."

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

"..."

Marcus Flint strutted onto the duel platform.

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

But no matter what, he was really nervous at the moment.

Slytherin has made enough mockery of him. If he loses again, he will either transfer to another school or die!

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