The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Seeing Snape's victory with one blow, the Slytherins all began to applaud.

The group of "Lockhart girls" covered their mouths and looked worriedly at Lockhart on the ground, while some scrambled to pick up his wand.

Lockhart stood up tenaciously, his hat missing and his golden curly hair standing on end.

"Okay, has everyone seen it?"

He adjusted his facial expression and re-entered the stage with staggering steps.

At the same time, he began to explain loudly what had just happened.

"Professor Snape cast a Disarming Charm... which caused me to lose my wand... Oh, thank you, good girl."

He reached over and took his wand from a girl.

Scott looked at this scene and had to admire Lockhart——

Top-notch expression management skills, a heartfelt love for performance, and the awareness to never leave the stage easily...

If those idol stars in the previous life had Lockhart's spirit, they would not be criticized for their poor business skills.

On the stage, Lockhart had turned to look at Snape.

He deliberately said in a teasing tone: "Oh, Professor Snape. I have to praise you. It is indeed a good idea to show this spell. But... don't mind if I say this..."

His wand hand did several tricks.

"It was obvious that you wanted to do something like this just now. I mean... I could easily stop you. But I think that in order to increase the students' knowledge, we might as well let them see..."

But Snape obviously didn't buy his boastful performance and just looked at him coldly.

It wasn't until Lockhart showed an embarrassed expression again that Snape lifted his robes, turned around, and looked at the students again.

"Next, you can give it a try." He looked around the crowd and said, "Group your own groups. Of course, I will give you suggestions."

"I'll help too," Lockhart said eagerly.

Next, the two professors began to shuttle among the crowd.

Scott looked to his roommates.

However, the three guys immediately turned around and looked away from him, and found their practice partners as quickly as possible.

"..."

Scott cursed secretly and continued to look at the other people in Ravenclaw.

None of the others knew him as well as his roommates, so he quickly found someone to practice with.

Fifth Year Head Boy, Ethan Cooper.

"Are you sure you want to challenge me, Scott?" Ethan asked in surprise, "I mean, I'm in fifth grade."

"It's just practice." Scott said calmly.

"Okay." Ethan looked at Rimbaud on Scott's shoulder, "But... you want to duel with your pet?"

Scott turned to look at Rimbaud.

He was not prepared to expose Rimbaud's truth in public.

"Go, Rimbaud, go back to the dormitory." Scott said softly.

Lan Bo quacked twice, rubbed his face, then spread his wings and flew away.

Ethan nodded with satisfaction.

Neither Snape nor Lockhart had any objections to the pairing of Scott and Ethan.

Snape simply interfered with some Gryffindor choices.

For example, bringing together Harry and Malfoy, two old enemies who hate each other.

When everyone was divided into groups, Snape returned to the stage.

"Now, face your opponents," he ordered, "and bow."

Scott and Ethan did so.

"Raise your wand and get ready," Snape said. "On the count of three, start moving."

Scott raised his wand.

"one two three."

"Expelliarmus."

Ethan's wand shot out a red light.

Scott took a step back, took off his cloak, threw it in the air, and cast a transformation spell on it.

Ethan's disarming spell hit the cloak, making a crisp collision sound.

The originally soft cloak had become stiff, reflecting the metallic luster under the red light.

Scott took advantage of Ethan's astonishment and cast another transformation spell.

The cloak that turned into metal changed again.

It flowed in the air like water, forming the shape of a monster, and rushed towards Ethan with its teeth and claws.

Ethan, who could become a prefect, was also an excellent student. He quickly put away his astonishment and cast an iron armor spell.

"Protego!"

But this time he miscalculated.

The "monster" smoothly bypassed the invisible wall formed by the Iron Armor Curse and wrapped around his body.

"I did not expect……"

The trapped Ethan looked at Scott in surprise, as if he didn't know him.

"Although I have long heard that you are a genius in the art of transformation, I did not expect you to be able to achieve this level."

Scott knew what he meant.

Change the material first, then change the form and action mode.

This is the superimposed application of two transformation spells.

Anyone who understands will understand that this is much more difficult than using a single transformation spell.

"You were careless."

Scott smiled friendly and waved his wand again.

The "monster" entangled in Ethan began to flow again.

It jumped back from the air like a stream of black water behind Scott, and turned into a cloak on his shoulders.

Scott raised his hands to fasten the buttons of his cloak.

At this time, the surrounding Ravenclaws had stopped their duels and were looking at him in surprise.

Scott smiled and bowed.

After he straightened up, he looked around the auditorium and found that many places were in a mess.

Especially those Gryffindors and Slytherins who were divided into one group. Many people even threw away their wands and started fighting hand to hand.

"Merlin! Stop it!"

Lockhart jumped up and down in the crowd anxiously.

"Stand up... pay attention... oh! pinch hard, you need to stop the bleeding..."

But no one listened to him.

"Stop!"

It wasn't until Snape's voice sounded that the students finally stopped.

But many people were lying on the ground panting.

"This is not okay, this is too unfriendly!"

Lockhart ran back to the stage and said to Snape, "Severus, we have to stop this... I mean, we could call a group of students up on stage to demonstrate."

Snape twitched his lips in disbelief.

"How about Potter and Malfoy?" Lockhart suggested.

"Not so much, Professor Lockhart."

Snape looked coldly at the bottom of the stage, where Harry and Malfoy, who had already lost both sides, were lying on the ground staring at each other.

"They are just second-year students who can only stupidly take turns throwing curses at each other." Snape commented, "Such standards cannot serve as a demonstration."

Having said this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Scott precisely.

"..."

Scott instantly had an extremely bad premonition.

"Mr. Trollope."

Scott felt uncomfortable hearing Snape pronounce his name in his characteristic accent.

"Ravenclaw's Transfiguration Genius?" Snape smiled sarcastically, "Come up here and let everyone see if you are worthy of your name."

Scott could feel Snape's malice toward him.

He knew that the incident last time would not be easy to pass - the incident in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, Snape obviously knew the inside story.

Although the vicious "message" Scott posted on the wall was directed at Voldemort, it would also make the Slytherins uncomfortable, and their Head of House would certainly hate him.

"Come up," Snape urged. "Or is our genius just in name?"

"Go, Scott."

"Let them take a good look."

The surrounding Ravenclaws also began to encourage Scott.

Scott looked at his partner, Ethan.

Ethan looked hesitant.

"No, Mr. Cooper is not suitable." Snape said occasionally, "I will choose a suitable opponent for the genius Trollope."

Scott sighed helplessly, knowing that he couldn't escape.

"How about picking me! Professor!"

"Or choose me!"

At this moment, Fred and George raised their hands on their own initiative.

But Snape ignored them.

"Strilna."

He pointed at someone in Slytherin and made a gesture.

"Come up."

"Yes, Professor."

The other party immediately stood up.

Scott narrowed his eyes.

Idric Strelna, seventh grade.

Scott's impression of him is that he once wanted to destroy the "message" on the wall, and publicly questioned Dumbledore at the dinner after the "Chamber of Secrets Incident".

Also, Eddie said he had a bad temper in private.

Strelner strode onto the stage and looked at Scott with a sneer.

"Trollope? Genius?"

His tone was extremely disdainful.

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