Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 493 Ironclad Curse

Chapter 493 Ironclad Curse

As soon as Sirius Black and Snape appeared, the entire Great Hall erupted in a buzz of discussion.

The others were equally surprised that the professors in charge of the dueling club this time would be the two of them.

However, Sirius and Snape, the two people involved, seemed completely unconcerned by the undisguised discussions, as if they hadn't heard anything at all, and simply stared at each other with murderous eyes.

"Perhaps Headmaster Dumbledore wants to use this opportunity to let them settle their scores," Ron whispered.

"Impossible!" Hermione exclaimed. "Why would the headmaster do such a thing? There must be no other professors available, so he had to send Snape."

"That's hard to say," Ron shook his head. "We all know that Sirius and Snape are enemies and there's no way they can reconcile. The professors certainly know that too. What better opportunity could there be than the Duel Club? They could have a fair fight without worrying about any negative consequences."

"In a duel, getting injured is a normal thing."

Ron analyzed the situation with great seriousness, and what he said made a lot of sense, causing Hermione to hesitate for a moment.

"Alright everyone, look here."

At this moment, Sirius Black on the platform finally stopped staring at Snape and turned to face everyone.

"It's an honor to have persuaded the headmaster to reopen the dueling club, which had been dormant for three years—to be honest, sometimes I really think he's getting a little senile; such a great event was canceled because of a fraudulent professor!"

"Thank goodness, I'm here—" Sirius used his wand to tuck a strand of hair that was hanging in front of his eyes behind his ear, a move that made him look very dashing, and several older students stared at him with shining eyes.

Ron tried to imitate Sirius's movements, but he didn't look cool at all; anyone who didn't know better would think he had a neck cramp.

"Now I know why Dad always said Sirius was so popular at school," Ron muttered to himself.

I don't know about anything else, but he really couldn't have come just now.

"Professor Flitwick told me that you have already learned the Disarming Charm and the Stunning Charm, so I have decided to teach you another useful spell, Petrify—"

"Wait a minute, Professor Black," Snape interrupted Sirius, drawing out his words.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He was all too familiar with that sticky voice; Snape would use that tone whenever he wanted to cause trouble in Potions class.

He really wanted to warn Sirius that Snape was definitely not up to any good by speaking at this time, but unfortunately he was a bit far away.

Moreover, there were too many people around, hundreds of students crammed together, making it difficult to even move, let alone get close to Sirius.

However, since even Harry knew this, Sirius could naturally guess it as well. His expression visibly darkened, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Is there a problem with Snape's assistant?" He turned around and said with a smile, "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce him. Professor Severus Snape, you're all certainly familiar with him. He'll be my assistant this time."

When he finished speaking, Sirius raised his voice, as if to remind someone of something.

Snape's expression also changed.

He wouldn't mind being anyone's assistant, even that conman Gilderoy Lockhart, but not Sirius Black.

He would never have agreed to Dumbledore's offer if there hadn't been another reason.

Just bear with it a little longer —

Snape reassured himself, pretending not to hear the sarcasm in Sirius's tone, and continued, "I think the Petrification Charm is a bit too easy for students in their fifth year and above."

"Moreover, this spell isn't as effective as I thought. Under the same conditions, the Stunning Spell is obviously more practical."

"But Professor Snape, the Petrification Charm can alter the environment," Sirius said, narrowing his eyes. "For example, it can turn a soft robe into a sturdy shield, or a meadow into a deadly trap. In battle, this is also a crucial factor in determining victory or defeat."

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"I don't deny that," Snape said, his gaze unwavering. "But Professor Black, how much combat awareness do you think these students, who haven't even graduated yet, will have? When faced with danger, will they immediately think of using their environment to fight?"

"I believe they can," Sirius said. "At least after this dueling club event, they'll all know what to do."

“That’s just your opinion,” Snape said. “I have a suggestion—since we’re going to teach them how to protect themselves, why don’t we choose an easier way? How about the Ironclad Charm? It’s much more useful than turning robes into shields.”

Sirius didn't really want Snape to continue, because he knew the other man was up to no good.

But Snape seemed to have been prepared, and finished speaking before giving him a chance to stop.

More importantly, Snape's advice made so much sense that Sirius simply couldn't find a reason to refuse.

After all, when it comes to protective magic, most wizards would first think of the Ironclad Charm. However, learning this spell requires a lot of practice, and each practice session is accompanied by the risk of injury.

In an instant, Sirius understood Snape's thoughts.

"No problem, Professor Snape, we'll do it your way." Sirius said seriously, "Then, how about you demonstrate this spell for everyone? I don't think you'll refuse, right?"

"No, no, no—" Snape said slowly, "I'm just an assistant. Demonstrating the effects is something that you, the initiator, should definitely do."

"It's alright, after all, it was your idea," Sirius said, flicking his wrist to grip his wand. "Don't worry about it, Professor Snape, I'm actually quite willing to cooperate with you."

"Don't be shy, I'll cooperate." Snape also gripped his wand.

If you ignore the wands in their hands and the tense atmosphere in the Great Hall, their humble and polite conversation could be considered a model of good colleagues.

But this was obviously impossible. No one could ignore the increasingly tense atmosphere around them. Hundreds of people around dared not speak, and even their breathing was kept to a minimum.

On the high platform in the middle of the Great Hall, after three seconds of silence, Sirius and Snape, as if they had planned it beforehand, almost simultaneously raised their wand-holding hands and pointed at each other.

"Fuchsia!"

"Fuchsia!"

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