bioinnovel Chapter 104 Mr. Potter, Always Being Targeted
Chapter 104 Mr. Potter, Always Being Targeted
Chapter 104 Mr. Potter, Always Being Targeted
As expected, the events in the Muggle Studies class quickly spread throughout the school, enriching the students' conversations during their free time. More people began to doubt whether the Slytherin heir truly existed, and suspected that the Halloween attack was someone using the legend to spread panic in order to achieve some ulterior motive.
Of course, not all students were intimidated.
Some people argued, some questioned, and others offered clear rebuttals, asking where the Gaunt family's daughters were and why they weren't mentioned.
Thus, a heated debate was launched.
One side claims that the Gaunt daughters who marry out of the family are also descendants of Slytherin, while the other side says that the Gaunt family is more inclined to inbreeding and has extremely unstable mental health, almost to the point of saying that no one wants the Gaunt daughters.
At first, both sides were relatively restrained and discussed the issue rationally and with evidence. However, as the discussion deepened, the two sides lost their restraint and began to resort to personal attacks.
Fortunately, the verbal exchange did not escalate into a physical conflict, and the two sides decided a winner before the Quidditch match began, with the East Wind temporarily prevailing over the West Wind.
People are more likely to believe what they want to believe, and students are clearly more willing to believe that there is no Slytherin successor.
This will alleviate students' panic, prevent them from feeling anxious about the existence of the escape room, and alleviate their worries about being on the elimination list.
Besides, it was Professor Black who suggested this. She's an old Slytherin Green Standard Army, whose ancestors crossed the sea with William the Conqueror. How could what she says be wrong?
Is there anything wrong? No, there is absolutely nothing wrong. The Gaunt family indeed has no male members left.
However, Belvina Black made no mention of the Gaunt daughters who married out of the family, or their potential grandchildren—truly a despicable woman.
Saturday is here, the first Saturday of November, and the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin will officially begin on this day.
The duel between arch-rivals has the power to make people forget everything. Quidditch is not about life and death, but about life and death. What about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, what about Slytherin's heirs? When the match comes, they all have to step aside and stand aside.
As eleven o'clock approached, the entire school's faculty and students began heading to the Quidditch Stadium. The air outside the castle was exceptionally humid, and distant thunder rumbled faintly, threatening a downpour at any moment.
Even so, it could not dampen the enthusiasm of the entire school's teachers and students, who gathered in the stands, cheering and applauding incessantly.
The Gryffindor students, in particular, sang a hastily composed song in unison to cheer on their own house team. As soon as the song ended, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw immediately applauded, hoping Slytherin would lose the match.
It's sad, truly sad. Slytherin doesn't have a good relationship with the other three houses, while Hogwarts only has four houses.
Belvina, standing in the stands, looked up anxiously. The leaden sky foreshadowed an impending rain. She hoped the match would end within five minutes, otherwise this awful weather wouldn't hold out.
As the clock struck eleven, a cacophony of noise erupted around the stadium. The applause and cheers were deafening, and the pounding footsteps made one wonder if the stands would collapse under the strain.
The players from both sides lined up to enter, with the gold and red broomsticks and the silver and green broomsticks clearly distinguished. The Gryffindors had all sorts of flying broomsticks, while the Slytherin broomsticks were all Nimbus 2001. The Slytherin players were particularly impressive, as if they had already won the match.
Ms. Hodge, acting as referee, blew her whistle, and the Quidditch match officially began.
As soon as the match began, the Slytherin team, fueled by big spenders, swept away the gloom of the previous school year and, with the superior performance of the Nimbus 2001, drove Gryffindor into a series of defeats.
As large drops of rain began to fall, the score reached 60-0, with Slytherin temporarily in the lead, prompting Gryffindor to call a timeout.
From the stands, Belvina held up her wand and used her magic to create an invisible umbrella over her head, blocking out the rain.
Belvina stared blankly at the field, watching the players from both sides land one after another, her mind filled with too many questions.
Belvina didn't understand why the school had to start the competition in the cold, damp month of November, or even in September or October, which would have been a good time.
What she couldn't understand even more was that Quidditch was clearly a team sport, so why was the Golden Snitch worth 150 points, and why would the Chaser need to sink at least 15 Quaffles to close that huge gap?
As long as the team's finder is good enough, even if the defense and offense are so bad that the opponent scores a huge 140-0 deficit, there is still a chance to win the game.
A few minutes later, the competition resumed, and the fifteen flying brooms took to the air once again.
The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the entire school could only watch the game through the silvery-white rain curtain. But their enthusiasm was not dampened. They applauded for goals, cheered for the players' wonderful performances, and laughed heartily when the players came out.
The heavy rain obscured the view of the entire school, and no one noticed the out-of-control ball on the field, nor did anyone notice that Harry Potter's strange movements were to dodge the ferocious ball.
Through the misty rain, Harry, whose arm had been broken by the Looping Ball, struggled to catch the Golden Snitch. Losing his balance, he crashed to the muddy ground with a thud, splashing water everywhere.
Whistles and shouts rang out from around the field, followed by gasps of surprise. Harry Potter lay motionless on the muddy field, letting the cold rain lash his face.
Belvina and Bassheda pushed through the students as they descended from the stands, following behind several other professors, across the muddy water that had formed streams on the field.
When the professors arrived at Harry's side, Gilderoy Lockhart, who had gotten there first, had already pulled out his wand, the cherry wood wand pointing at Harry's severed arm.
Seeing this, Bassheda quickly reminded him, "Why don't we take Potter to the school hospital? Mrs. Pomfrey can definitely cure him in no time."
The Gryffindor players were stunned at first, then they saw Lockhart raise his wand and saw the wand's target—Harry Potter, the biggest contributor to winning the game!
"Professor Lockhart, this is no trouble for you!" one of the Weasley twins said, as he and the Lee brothers stepped forward to stop them.
Oliver Wood, the tyrant of the football field, a somewhat handsome but unlucky guy, stands with his arms outstretched in front of Lockhart, guarding Harry Potter behind him as if he were guarding the goal.
The three Gryffindor heroines, Jansen, Spinnet, and Belle, gathered together. The three girls tried to help Harry up and take the victor away first, so that he would be spared Lockhart's torment.
Even Harry, who had been thrown around in anger, repeatedly refused, groaning, "No Lockhart, anyone but Lockhart."
Aside from his arm, which was broken by the ball, Harry was rejecting everything about himself.
However, not everyone can refuse Gilderoy Lockhart's kind offer!
Professor Lockhart deftly dodged the twins' interception, then used a feint to get past Captain Wood, and once again aimed his cherrywood wand at Harry Potter.
"Don't worry, let me treat your arm!" Lockhart shouted as he dodged the twins' pursuit.
Lockhart then shouted, "Leave it to me! I can heal you! Harry, trust me!"
"Professor Lockhart! Let Harry go to the school hospital! He needs to rest!" Wood, covered in mud, shouted just as loudly. He didn't forget to turn around and praise Harry, saying, "That grab was absolutely brilliant, Harry! That was fantastic! I've never seen you do anything so beautifully before."
More and more people gathered on the field, and after watching a Quidditch match, the entire school's teachers and students enjoyed a farce starring Lockhart.
"Leave it to me! I am the famous Gilderoy Lockhart." Lockhart boasted as he twirled his wand.
"No—no—" Harry said weakly, closing his eyes helplessly, hoping Lockhart would be reliable this time and not make things worse.
A second later, Harry opened his eyes blankly. Although his right arm was still in excruciating pain, there was nothing unusual. And Lockhart—where was Gilderoy Lockhart?
The Gryffindor players were all panting heavily. Having just finished their match, they hadn't had time to stop Lockhart, but Lockhart still couldn't finish casting the spell.
Just as Lockhart was about to cast the spell, a red light flashed, the cherry wood wand fell to the ground, and Lockhart was sent flying, landing with a thud in a puddle not far away.
The Silent Disarmament Spell.
Gilderoy Lockhart struggled to his feet, looking around in bewilderment. He hadn't even figured out what was going on when he was sent flying. He hadn't even seen who had done it!
His emerald green robes were covered in mud. Lockhart, the wolf-fox, first looked at the Gryffindor team members, then at the professors standing on the sidelines, and finally fixed his gaze on Belvina Black, who was walking slowly towards him.
At this moment, Belvina came to Professor McGonagall's side and whispered, "The Wandering Ball was tampered with. Rolanda and I had a lot of trouble to put it back in the box."
Did it take any effort to deal with the out-of-control ball? Actually, it didn't take any effort at all. Both Belvina and Ms. Hoch easily dealt with that ball. This was just to reinforce the leader's impression.
Following the direction Belvina pointed, Professor McGonagall saw the box used to hold the Quidditch ball. The ball, already packed up, was still struggling violently, as if determined to kill Harry Potter.
"I didn't erase the magic from the Wandering Ball. I suggest you see it for yourself," Belvina continued. "It's very interesting. It doesn't look like the work of a wizard; it looks more like the work of a house-elf."
Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall was slightly surprised, but quickly regained her composure and casually remarked, "Your silent spells are becoming increasingly refined, Belvina."
"There's still a lot of room for improvement; I'm far from being as good as Professor Dumbledore," Belvina said humbly, extending her arm in a gesture of invitation.
The two wise witches walked toward the box containing the Quidditch balls, ignoring Gilderoy Lockhart who had fallen into the puddle, not even bothering to glance at him.
Professor McGonagall's biggest concern right now is who tampered with the Walking Ball and who is targeting Harry Potter.
Gilderoy Lockhart, who is that?