2nd chapter of the day!
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Cyrus saw Malfoy walking over arrogantly, followed by a tall and round girl, who was obviously the Miss Pasteur that Snape was talking about.
At the same time, he also saw Fred and George not far away hiding in the crowd and waving and cheering him up.
Fred also tried his best to make lip-syncs, telling him not to forget to teach the Slytherin students.
"As for you, Ginny Weasley - I think there is someone who would be willing to partner up with you." Snape sneered, "Flint, here's your chance."
He stepped aside half of his body, and then, a man stronger than a chimpanzee walked out with a cruel smile.
The sounds in the hall suddenly became much quieter. Fred and George could no longer move their arms, as if they had been petrified by a basilisk.
"He finally went crazy!" Ron couldn't bear it any longer and immediately spoke out his inner thoughts loudly.
Snape immediately glared back with a fierce look, but this time Ron didn't give in at all.
Isn't it crazy to ask a first-year student to go against a sixth year? Not to mention that Marcus Flint had been sneak-attacked by Ginny before, so he was obviously prepared this time!
"Professor, I think this is too unreasonable!" Percy 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 this does not mean that he is willing to obey all the 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 allocation was too outrageous. "We hold the club to Teach young wizards to have a certain ability to resist when facing danger, so instead of—"
"I think Flint is capable of playing a 'danger', what do you think?" Snape said with a smile, "Or is it that Miss Weasley, who is good at sneak attacks, is now afraid to face his head on?"
Others wanted to say something else, but were interrupted by Cyrus.
"Sure why not." 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's the kind of students that are getting a lot of care in the Slytherin House these days. It's a shame."
These words immediately offended a lot of Slytherins. Malfoy, who was originally going to deal with Harry, wanted to cast a spell on Cyrus now.
But the most annoyed person is of course Marcus Flint himself.
"Just wait and see!" He coldly walked to the side and positioned himself at an appropriate distance.
The rest of the students dispersed.
Even the little wizards who had already chosen their opponents did not start their own duel at this moment. Instead, they watched the competition with a huge disparity in strength. The Slytherins even crossed their arms 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's not yet certain who the Ginny Weasley in front of him is! How could a first-year wizard resist his Legilimency?
"You shouldn't have agreed!" Hermione pulled Cyrus' sleeve, and Ron and Harry were unwilling to leave. They each held their own wands, watching Marcus Flint warily to prevent him from sneaking up on Ginny.
"How about we go? There's no requirement to join the club." Hermione suggested.
"It's okay, what's there to be afraid of?" Cyrus said nonchalantly.
"We're with you!" Ron firmly held the broken wand with magic tape on it and took a deep breath.
"Huh? Don't cause trouble with your broken wand!" Cyrus pushed Ron away and turned to Harry, "Hey Harry, Heh, you wanna see the spell which Lockhart thought you?"
"What?" Harry was confused for a moment. When had this loser Lockhart ever taught him the secret?
"Watch me remove his bones!"
After saying that, Cyrus pushed Harry away, took out his wand, and stood in front of Flint.
The Golden trio wanted to follow, but Snape stopped them all with a flick of his sleeves: "I think - your opponents are all on the other side!"
Several people turned to look, and Malfoy showed a ferocious smile: "Heh, I have learned some special moves!"
"Okay, okay -" Lockhart's tangled 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 partner!" Lockhart returned to the stage, shouting, "Take a bow!"
Cyrus immediately stretched his right hand to the side and bent down gracefully. But Flint seemed to have no intention of bowing.
This didn't make Cyrus happy.
"You should bow!"
"I won't bow to a little kid like her!" Marcus said contemptuously.
The Slytherins laughed loudly, obviously very proud of what Marcus did, and they probably thought it was an insult to Gryffindor.
"You disappoint me, how can Slytherin can be so ungraceful - take a bow - etiquette is required!" Cyrus said, raising the arm, holding the wand above his head, his wrist pointing down.
A light emerged from the tip of his wand.
Marcus, who was still laughing, suddenly felt his spine bend, as if someone was holding his shoulders hard.
Those who were laughing immediately closed their mouths and looked at Cyrus with heart palpitations. Even Harry and the others felt a little frightened.
They had probably never seen such a scary "Ginny Weasley" before.
"Enough!"
Cyrus almost bent Marcus's waist to 90 degrees. If Snape hadn't cast a spell to interrupt him, Marcus' face would have been pressed to the ground.
Lockhart was afraid that something might happen again, so he quickly shouted before the angry Marcus could get even more angry:
"Raise your wand and get ready! When I count to three, you'll cast a spell to disarm the opponent - just disarm - we don't want anything to happen. One - two - three -"
But Marcus took action at the count of two.
He cast a fierce curse, but Cyrus dismissed it without even looking.
He didn't give Marcus any more time to react and cast a spell without mercy.
"Levicorpus!"
Marcus suddenly felt his ankle being pulled by a force, and then his body immediately turned over, and his whole body was hung on the gorgeous black velvet ceiling.
Everyone in the auditorium was stunned, and Snape was awakened to some not-so-good memories.
"Now, Look! The golden bell falls to the ground! Liberacorpus!"
He pointed his wand, and Marcus immediately fell down with a snap.
"Ginny Weasley - h-how did you know this spell?"
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