duel day at hogwarts

At noon, everyone after class rested in the courtyard outside Hogwarts Castle, and some people walked directly into Hogwarts Castle to have early lunch.

At this time, Malfoy was holding the Daily Prophet. On it was an article written by Rita Skeeter about Ron's father. It was generally belittling and criticizing, and Malfoy was belittling through the article in the Daily Prophet.

Ron, at the same time, also belittled Ron's mother during the exchange of words between the two parties.

Ron was furious with Malfoy, and at this time, Harry retaliated by belittling Malfoy's mother.

A person like Malfoy finds it funny when he belittles others.

But when others belittle him, Malfoy can't stand it no matter what.

Hearing Harry belittle his mother, Malfoy looked at Harry who was turning to leave, pulled out his wand, and was about to cast a spell on Harry's back.

But before Malfoy could recite the spell, Sean's spell had already arrived in front of Malfoy.

"Expelliarmus!"

boom!

Malfoy flew backwards.

His wand drew an arc and fell at Sean's feet.

Walking to Malfoy's side, Sean looked at Malfoy who fell on the ground and said indifferently: "If you were to duel with Harry directly, I think you would be somewhat proud of a pure-blood wizard, but you chose

Casting a spell behind your back is such a despicable and despicable method that only the garbage in Knockturn Alley can do it.

The Malfoy family has always used pure blood to flaunt itself. As a result, I didn't see any pride and nobility about pure blood. Instead, I only saw you who used the name of pure blood to bully ordinary people who came from wizard families. I only saw you.

You who are talking about the despicable actions of your proud men only see you who don't even dare to cast spells behind your back in a duel. Pureblood has been completely insulted by you and turned into a despicable term.

Slytherin has disgraced you!"

Sean's words, Malfoy, and even some Slytherins around him turned red and white. Some of them wanted to refute something, but when the words came to their lips, they couldn't say them, because they knew very well,

The words I wanted to say were too pale compared to what Sean just said.

Malfoy suddenly raised his head, stared at Sean, and whispered: "You are just the child of two squibs, what qualifications do you have to talk about pure blood!"

"It seems you are not convinced." He raised his wand, and the wand that fell on the ground behind him instantly flew to Malfoy's side and was caught by him. At this time, Sean took three steps back and said to Malfoy: "Now, please

Tell me what pure-blood pride looks like, pick up your wand and let me take a good look!"

"Shawn Bursted, you are crazy! If my father knew what happened today, he would never..."

Before Malfoy could finish speaking, Sean waved his wand again.

A strong wind picked up Malfoy and threw him heavily to the ground, making Malfoy cry loudly.

At this time, Sean walked up to him again and said: "When something happens, do you bring up your father and claim that he is your pure-blood pride? If that's really the case, it's really ugly.

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"Shawn Bursted!"

Malfoy stood up abruptly. He held his wand but did not raise it for a long time.

Seeing Malfoy's look, Sean shook his head and said, "If you can raise the wand in your hand, I will give you a high look."

No longer looking at Malfoy, Sean turned around and left with Blaise and others waiting in the distance.

Looking at Sean leaving, the wand in Malfoy's hand shook slightly, but he still did not raise it.

Seeing Sean leaving, Goyle and Crabbe hurried over. In response to Goyle and Crabbe's greetings, Malfoy didn't say much. He just lowered his head slightly, turned around, and left with Goyle and Crabbe.

"Sean, thank you."

Shaking his head and laughing, Sean said to Harry: "Harry, you have said thank you to me so much that I have almost lost count. Isn't it natural for me to help you when you are in danger?"

The group walked into Hogwarts Castle and went to their respective colleges for lunch.

Sitting at the dining table, Sean frowned slightly.

He didn't see Moody just now.

According to Sean's memory, Moody should have come to Harry's rescue in the situation just now, and used the fourth stage of Transfiguration to turn Malfoy into a ferret and teach him a lesson.

However, when Sean took action just now, he did not see Moody's presence.

Then there is a problem here.

Moody didn't show up, was it because of Sean's butterfly, or because Voldemort's plan had changed?

If it's the former, it's actually fine, but if it's the latter, it's a bit troublesome.

Of course, it is also possible that Sean himself is too sensitive, but in short, we still need to be more vigilant about this matter.

Thursday.

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the semester.

Mad Eye Moody is a famous wizard, former Auror, and sent countless dark wizards to Azkaban.

There really isn't any problem with his abilities, and he's definitely not a dawdling guy like Lockhart.

So everyone is looking forward to it, wondering whether Moody can teach everyone something really useful like Lupine did last year.

Sitting in the classroom, Sean looked at Mad-Eye Moody standing on the classroom podium. There were many bugs or small creatures on his podium, like experimental animals for experiments.

Moody looked at the students in the classroom and said directly: "Put away all your textbooks. You won't need them. I received a letter from Professor Lupin. I know you have learned how to deal with dark magical creatures.

, but on how to deal with curses and black magic, you have not learned enough, very not enough, so this semester I will teach you how to deal with those curses, even black magic."

Having said this, Moody suddenly looked at Sean.

"I know you, Sean Bursted.

Lupine mentioned you in his letter. He said that you are a very, very talented child. He also said that your strength is far beyond your peers, so I am going to find an assistant, at least in Gryffindor and Slytherin.

What do you think of you being my teaching assistant when we have classes together?"

Looking at Moody who suddenly wanted to make him a so-called teaching assistant, Sean frowned slightly and decisively refused: "I'm sorry, Professor, I don't want to be your teaching assistant, and my strength is actually very low, and I am not as good as Professor Lu Ping."

That's so well said."

"Oh... In this case, I can only deduct fifty points from Slytherin for not obeying the professor's words. This is really a pity.

I'll ask you again in the next class. If you still don't agree, then I can only continue to deduct 50 points from Slytherin, and it will continue to be like this from now on!"