chsdbacks Chapter 382 Snape and Harry Potter
Chapter 382 Snape and Harry Potter
Chapter 382 Snape and Harry Potter
"What's going on over there?" Harry and Cedric exchanged a glance as they saw fireworks rising in the distance.
"Looks like someone's going to be eliminated," Cedric said somewhat seriously. "I wonder if he's injured."
"Hopefully not," he muttered. "But we should be careful—if we encounter any danger, we must use the spark immediately."
"Hmm." Harry nodded in agreement.
"Of course, that doesn't mean we'll give up on finding the most precious treasure." Cedric raised an eyebrow. "If we want to win, obtaining the treasure is of course the most important thing—"
"Provided we can defeat the Guardians—" Harry said, suddenly lowering his voice and bending down.
The reason was simple: in an open space not far away, he saw a rather thick tree standing there all alone, and in front of the tree stood a man in a black robe.
That was Severus Snape.
He stood there, frowning and looking dazed, his face full of reluctance.
"Gulp." Upon seeing him, Cedric couldn't help but purse his lips. "If it were any other professor—we might still have a chance to get him to go easy on us."
"But Professor Snape's words—"
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"He'll definitely go all out," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"That's a bit troublesome—" Cedric thought for a few seconds and said, "How about we change our target—maybe someone else will—"
"Have you finished talking?"
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A deep voice sounded in his ear, and it was Snape standing there. He had already noticed the two hiding behind the tree, and he said with a hint of amusement, "Have you decided to give up?"
"Still think I'll go easy on you, huh? — Pott." His voice made Harry instinctively tighten his grip on his wand, but he didn't impulsively rush into battle. He wasn't stupid; he knew that he and Cedric alone would have a hard time dealing with Snape.
Especially when he doesn't let go —
"Fine—you might as well go desert." Snape seemed to have seen through their intention to back down, and he said with a cold laugh, "Then go find Hamilton. After all, only someone like her would go easy on you, wouldn't she?"
"Or you can just cry a little—and she'll obediently give you the treasure."
"Snape, you bastard!" Hearing him attack Professor Hamilton, Harry couldn't hold back any longer and raised his wand: "Expelliarmus!"
"snort!"
The sudden spell was within Snape's expectations. He dodged it with a sidestep, but instead of retaliating, he continued, "What's wrong, Pott—"
"Are you that concerned about Professor Hamilton?" he said with a sneer.
"Calm down, Harry!" Cedric said, stopping Harry. "Don't fall for it—"
"He's waiting for us to enter this clearing." Cedric's words made Snape raise an eyebrow; he seemed surprised that Cedric had seen through his thoughts.
That's right. According to the rules of the competition, the guardians can only counterattack players who enter a certain range, and they cannot leave the vicinity of the treasure at will—nor can they chase after retreating players—and of course, they are also required not to use their full strength.
However, this last rule was practically nonexistent for Snape, especially when facing his "favorite" Poot.
"Mr. Diggory is quite clever," Snape said slowly. "But you're right, I won't attack you casually."
"But—" He smirked as he looked at Harry, who was clenching his fists, and said, "Potter—I remember you weren't such a coward before."
"Expelliarmus!" Harry waved his wand again, and in addition to the wand, he also began to move his feet.
"Harry!" Seeing Harry make a move, Cedric gritted his teeth and reluctantly raised his wand as well. Of course, he wouldn't let Harry rush into the fight alone.
Moreover—even he felt a surge of anger as he listened to Snape's words.
"Disarm you!"
Two spells came from both sides. Snape flicked his robes and moved a few steps to dodge the attacks. Then, he flicked his wand and cast the same disarming spell on Harry.
"Bang!" Snape's disarming charm didn't hit Harry either, or rather, he wasn't serious at all. He had a sneer on his face, like a cat wanting to toy with a mouse.
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
"Disarm you!"
In an instant, spells flew under the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Although Harry and Cedric were students, their spellcasting skills were not weak. Moreover, after two years of baptism in the Dueling Club and the dueling tournament at Hogwarts, they were by no means wizards who were not good at fighting.
Of course, Snape was no pushover either. Although he was playing around, he didn't make any mistakes. He deflected and dodged the incoming spells one by one, and at the same time, he launched counterattacks from time to time.
However, his counterattacks didn't seem to be very serious. Although spells like flames and thunderbolts occasionally struck, they were all aimed at very remote and obstructed areas.
It was as if—he did it on purpose.
That's right—was this something he did on purpose?
Seeing a flame even fly into the air, Cedric had this somewhat absurd feeling that Snape was doing it on purpose—his spells seemed to be just for creating a commotion.
Create a commotion that attracts others.
I don't know why—but isn't this just too disrespectful?
Cedric pursed his lips, flicked his wand, and a Stunning Spell was cast on Snape from a tricky angle.
"snort!"
Snape rolled up his robes to block the spell, while simultaneously brandishing his wand in an attempt to retaliate.
Success! Cedric was overjoyed to see him counterattack, because Harry was almost in front of Snape, and if he attacked him, Harry would definitely be able to defeat him.
And even if he attacked himself, he couldn't—
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
"Bang!"
The silver spell flashed out, but instead of hitting Cedric, it swung the tip of the wand at Harry, who was approaching from the side.
Snape wasn't unaware of Harry; in fact, he had been watching Harry all along.
The sudden reversal of the staff tip caught both Harry and Cedric off guard.
The curse came straight at Harry and struck him.
"Heh." Snape sneered, a slightly mocking expression on his face, as he watched Harry fall to the ground. "Potter—looks like you haven't learned enough at the Duel Club—"
He looked at Cedric as he spoke: "Mr. Diggory—if you run away now, will you ever come back—"
"Disarm you!"
"Pop!"
Harry, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at Snape. With a flick of his wand, he caught Snape's wand in his hand.
"?!" The sudden turn of events caught Snape off guard. He turned his head and looked at Harry with a bewildered expression.
The look of surprise vanished in the next second, replaced by—anger—
Hamilton, who never does good deeds—Snape cursed inwardly as he watched Harry slowly get up, a broken magic circle necklace hanging around his neck.
It seems that the necklace blocked Snape's attack, allowing him to take Snape's wand.
However, losing to Bot wasn't what angered Snape the most—what angered him the most was—if that guy came when he didn't have a wand—it would be terrible.
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