Popular Web NovelsChapter 579 No, what are you looking at me for?Chapter 579 No, what are you looking at me for?
The bell rang on time.
Little wizards from various colleges walked into the auditorium, poked their heads, looked around, and curiously looked at the venue of the Defense Association while discussing in low voices with their friends around them.
Various activities have been held in the auditorium in the past years. There are several banquets, duel club activities, and the opening ceremony of the Goblet of Fire every year, but this is the first time that students have led it. The people standing at the edge of the stage were no longer the serious-looking professors, but the nervous classmates who turned pale.
There is less restraint in words and deeds, and more lively fun.
Taking deep breaths repeatedly, Harry finally managed to hold on to his trembling and weak legs, and walked up to the platform with erratic steps. The velvet carpet seemed harder to walk than the muddy path. He stood in the center of the stage and cleared his throat to show everyone. Coming over, my eyes met the classmates below, thinking about how to speak.
There are quite a few people coming.
Loren stood on the right side and observed secretly.
Little wizards from the four houses are here, from all grades. At a glance, there are many familiar faces. Gryffindor has the most people, and the most conspicuous one is Ginny in the first row. , with his face raised and eyes shining brightly, beside him were the Quidditch players headed by Angelina, and the prefects Neville and Parvati leading the first-year students. The scene is similar in other colleges. Even Slytherin College has a lot of people coming, including many prospective graduates of the sixth and seventh years, all of whom are smart people.
"I am Harry Potter...a fifth-year Gryffindor student. I think most of the students here know me, right?"
Harry held the wand against his throat and windpipe with one hand, and his trembling voice gradually became calmer. He felt that his head was in two states at the same time, one was dizzy and lack of oxygen, and the other was sober with racing thoughts. A feeling he had never felt before grew in his heart, and he felt in a daze that it was not bad.
"Before I stood here, I prepared a lot of formal opening remarks. I even discussed with Loren whether he could be the speaker and start the first event in a humorous way. You know, that He wrote the announcement."
He changed his tone and spread his hands: "But he insisted on watching my joke..."
There was a snicker in the audience.
"When Dumbledore found me and gave me such a errand, my first reaction was that he was teasing me, and I still think so..." Harry paused for a few seconds to laugh. The sound passed, "I observed it, and there were more people than I expected. More than half of the students in the school were here. Gryffindor friends probably came to support me, and maybe Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff friends came I think the event is interesting. As for Slytherin, I think you guys also came to see my joke."
This time even the Slytherin students laughed, and their scrutinizing eyes became much softer.
"Harry has adapted very well..." Hermione looked at the audience's reaction and said in a brisk tone, "I really can't tell. Before he came on stage, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand still."< br>
Loren's eyes glanced at Harry's back, but his expression did not change: "To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if he stood on the stage and started teaching the disarming spell directly, but he knows how to use a few jokes to mobilize Emotions, differentiation of hostility towards oneself..."
"Stress can bring out unexpected potential, right?"
"I hope it is Harry's potential..."
Harry looked at the audience calmly, and the bright candlelight reflected a strange light in his eyes: "I understand that many people want to know the inside story of last year's Goblet of Fire finals, or the hidden truth, but the answer It has been put in front of you a long time ago... I think everyone knows the purpose of starting a defense association, so I won't go into long theoretical knowledge. Let's start directly with the teaching of the disarming spell..."
What followed was an explanation of the disarming spell that was very different from the textbook content but was easy to understand. While demonstrating the extraordinary disarming spell, Harry dismantled the spell-casting movements. He even explained the incantation in great detail, and made suggestions for the students in the front row. Reply to the questions and answer them down to the principle of the magic spell, and the thinking will be clear.
Let the little wizards practice disarming spells in teams of two. Harry walked down the platform to look. When he encountered typical problems, he would be invited to the top of the platform to correct wrong spell-casting habits bit by bit. He has a gentle and polite manner, and his words are humorous. From time to time, he uses one or two jokes that are ridiculing but not offensive to deepen the audience's impression. Even the Slytherins have a changed impression of Harry.
This kind of real-time interactive course is always very rewarding, and time passes unconsciously, and soon the event is coming to an end.
"Ginny, when you cast the spell, lower your elbows and focus on the tip of the wand..."
Ginny nodded, and sure enough, she threw out a faster red light. She was so excited that she subconsciously stepped forward and gently rubbed Harry's cheek: "Today's event was great!"
Harry was stunned. The lingering fragrance of the girl caused his heart to beat violently. A strange pulse ran down his spine and into his brain, making his temples swell and numb. The scar on his forehead felt a faint but sharp sting, and it stung instantly. Into the back of my mind.
Harry's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and he staggered two steps as he walked towards the platform. His consciousness, which was originally caused by hypoglycemia and lack of oxygen, fell into complete chaos.
He felt as if there was another consciousness in his body.
A python-like monster wrapped around his body. The monster's body was glowing with a few red lights, the most conspicuous of which was the lightning-shaped scar...
The next moment, he merged with that consciousness, and that consciousness naturally took control of the body.
Standing in the center of the platform with steady and elegant steps, looking around, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, gentle and polite, anyone who sees this smile will have a good impression of him:
"Friends... At the end of the course, I must say that no matter how much theory you have, it is just theory, and no matter how much practice you have, it is just practice. If you want to defeat powerful enemies, you must face your fears and defeat them... "
"I'm worried that he will take advantage of you, that he will try to control you..."
Harry suddenly remembered Dumbledore's warning, and the voice was clearly in his mind. Echoing, he had a powerful fear. He wanted to resist, he tried to struggle, he wanted to get rid of the monster that was wrapped around him!
The monster's entanglement became tighter and tighter, and then the scar on his forehead seemed to explode, as if a red-hot iron was pressing on the flesh, making a squeaking sound. The pain was beyond imagination, and the pain was unbearable...
< br>Loren and Hermione stood on the side of the auditorium platform, looking at the strange scene in front of them -
Not far ahead, Harry's body began to tremble, and his slightly bent hands shook due to excessive exertion. , muscles and veins bulged ferociously, but above the neck there was a gentle and polite smile, and a calm and steady voice echoed throughout the auditorium.
Is this because you are experiencing strong pressure and squeezing out your potential?
Why is he still feeling so stressed even after the event is almost over?
Still segmented.
Loren immediately realized that this man's condition was abnormal, and quickly cast a stun spell on him. He rushed to Harry's side to steady him before he fell to the ground. As he retreated towards the side door of the auditorium, he took the time to face Harry. He shouted from the audience:
"Harry didn't eat dinner and was so tired that he had hypoglycemia. I helped him to the infirmary..."
"The next event of the Defense Association is to be determined, please pay attention Bulletin board announcement..." Hermione added in a deep voice and hurriedly followed.
Even Ron, who had always been cheerful, finally realized that something was wrong. He pretended to be calm and stabilized his close friends, and followed them after shouting that there were snacks in his pockets.
Watching the figure being helped away, Hufflepuff's Ernie Macmillan looked at Justin and scratched his head: "What is hypoglycemia?" "I can't explain it to you, I just fainted from exhaustion."< br>
...
Harry was blind and dying. Every part of his body was eager to be released. Before his consciousness completely blurred, he heard the voices of Loren and Hermione. , those uneasiness and anxiety suddenly dissipated, my hanging heart fell to the ground, and I could even think about what happened tonight...
Did Ginny kiss me?
As Harry's heart filled with emotion, the monster's grip relaxed and the pain disappeared.
When he woke up again, Harry was lying on his back on the soft quilt, his limbs were soft and sore, as if he had traveled throughout the castle while sleepwalking. There was a strong smell of herbs in his mouth, and his glasses were not on his nose. The sound of someone speaking under their breath echoed around me.
Harry opened his eyes and realized that he was on a hospital bed in the school infirmary. He could tell who was speaking through the hazy figure and voice.
Hermione said softly: "At the end of the event, Loren noticed that something was wrong with Harry's state..."
"It wasn't that something was wrong at the end, it was the whole event. There's nothing wrong with the activities." Loren sat on the chair and whispered, "I suspect that Voldemort has discovered the connection between them. Maybe he was noticed when he went deep into Voldemort's brain and thoughts. There were too many mood swings tonight... Anyway, Voldemort was trying to force his way into Harry's brain."
"It may be that he is still coveting the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, and the activities organized by Harry stimulated him."
Ron, who was observing: "..."
Harry touched I found the glasses on the wooden cabinet beside the bed and put them on quietly, and the world in the ward became clear.
Unlike the solemn expressions he expected, Dumbledore and Loren's expressions were quite relaxed. They even had time to eat snacks, and the licorice wands crunched.
Loren turned around and pointed to the bed: "Look, he's awake."
"Are you okay, Harry?"
"You should be okay...right?" Harry himself wasn't sure.
Dumbledore, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up and tilted his nose until Harry reluctantly came over to him. He opened his eyelids and looked at him, then checked his scars and handed over a box of chocolate frogs: " Let me bring you some sweets to cheer you up."
"I don't understand..." Harry was confused for a moment while holding the chocolate frog. He looked up at the three friends standing next to him. Look at Dumbledore, he is completely confused, why does it look like he just fell, that is Voldemort!
"Professor...I...should we change to a safer place, that person...Voldemort will get into my brain at any time."
Dumbledore saw that he was still calm, his smile became gentler, and his calmness as before was reassuring. If you ignore the chocolate sauce and cookie crumbs on his beard, he would look more reliable.
"Don't worry." Dumbledore chuckled, "He had been brewing all night, and he only said an insignificant word with your mouth near the end. You relied on your own strength. Kicked him out, didn't you?"
"Kicked him out...my power?"
Harry said in confusion, Dumbledore's calm performance made him feel slightly reassured. A little, but the curiosity in my heart is even stronger, "Principal, I remember it was Loren's coma spell... What does it have to do with my power?"
Loren's expression is calm, he is an emotionless snack. Machine: "The coma spell only restricts your movements. You have to rely on your own will to escape from Voldemort's control. Think about it, what were you thinking when you broke free?"
I was wondering if Ginny kissed me...
Harry thought for a while and suddenly felt a little shy. He glanced at Ron in the corner with a reddish cheek and said unnaturally: "No... ...I didn't think about anything, I just felt relieved and at ease with the help of my friends, and then I broke away."
Ron blinked with the biscuit in his mouth, feeling a little puzzled.
Look at me blushing. Loren and Hermione are the ones helping you. I'm lagging behind and there's nothing I can do.
"Precious friendship, this is what Voldemort is always afraid of, and what he will never understand..." Dumbledore nodded enigmatically and sighed with relief, "The power of love!"
"Ahem..."
Ron suddenly choked on biscuit crumbs twice, and took a sip of canned pumpkin juice before drinking it down. He waved his hand in front of the concerned eyes of several people, "It's okay, it's okay. You're choking, go on."
Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something interesting, and his smile grew wider. He cleared his throat and warned: "As I told you before, Occlumency is not The only way is to arm your mind and fight back appropriately so that Voldemort doesn't dare to break in at will..."
Harry nodded thoughtfully.
In the next half hour, Dumbledore communicated with Loren and others about the Defense Association, and applied for some teaching aids and books. The storm tonight came to an end, and the disaster that was thought to have serious consequences was over. This calms down.
"...It's very late, have a good rest."
Dumbledore stood up and said goodbye to several people, grabbed a bag of honey candies and walked out the door.
"Then let's go back too. You should go to bed early. There will be a full class tomorrow." Hermione nodded and said.
"It doesn't matter if it's a little later. There's a history of magic tomorrow morning -" Loren was roughly dragged away by the little witch before she could finish her words.
Ron, who had been in a trance the whole time, finally came to his senses, looked at Harry on the hospital bed, walked towards the door with a smile: "What about that, go to bed early or go to bed late, I'm leaving too."< br>
Harry scratched his head and didn't understand why Ron was acting strangely. He came back to his senses and began to worry again -
How should he explain to Ron? She is the sister of his best friend...
Forget it, it's still important to resist Voldemort!
(End of this chapter)
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