pertwk Chapter 79 Blood Mystic Technique Angrily Slashes at the Slicked-Back Haired Man
Chapter 79 Blood Mystic Technique Angrily Slashes at the Slicked-Back Haired Man
Chapter 80 Blood Mystic Technique Angrily Slashes at the Slicked-Back Haired Man
When Harry heard that Ron had been bewitched and had been beaten, his anger flared so fiercely that he wanted nothing more than to tear Draco to pieces.
Seeing that Harry was determined to fight to the death, Lockhart quickly forced a smile to smooth things over.
"Ahem, Harry—"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry turned the knife around again, pointing it directly at him, and roared, "You bastard! What kind of bastard club are you running, and yet you can't even make a fair judgment? Are you doing this on purpose?!"
When Lockhart saw the fierce look in Harry's eyes, he felt a cramp in his legs and wished he could tie himself up a few times to cure Harry's talkative habit.
"Harry, this...this was purely an accident. Mr. Weasley just happened to be in my blind spot at the time."
"Besides, they haven't called for a stop, so I can't just intervene—you know, interrupting a duel is a great insult to a wizard's honor."
His words were a complete shirking of responsibility, utterly absolving himself of all duty.
Snape listened and said dismissively, "Yes, Lockhart, you're always just a little short of 'solving problems'."
Lockhart chuckled awkwardly, "Haha, Severus, that's quite a joke."
Snape ignored him and, still holding Draco by the back of his neck, prepared to leave the stage.
Upon seeing this, the students of the Gryphon House were filled with righteous indignation, and their discussions were like a boiling cauldron.
"Why should Professor Snape be allowed to forcibly stop the duel just because Malfoy is about to be beaten?"
"A complete cover-up! A blatant cover-up!"
"This is completely biased!"
"Professor Lockhart! Aren't you going to teach your assistant a lesson?"
One of the students shouted something that sent chills down Lockhart's spine.
A lesson for Snape?
If I dared to point my wand at him, I'd probably be buried in the black soil of the Forbidden Forest tonight and become nourishment.
The crowd's clamor grew increasingly louder, until Snape suddenly roared, "Shut up!"
"You bunch of idiots, have you never seen a Dementor before, or have you never even heard of one!"
"If you have any objections to what I'm doing, why don't you go and kiss a Dementor? Let others see if getting too close to Dementors will turn you into an idiot!"
Then, he glanced at Harry and said with disgust, "Don't let me find you summoning that disgusting creature from the school again, or I'll have to deal with you myself!"
Harry knew perfectly well that the scoundrel was determined to protect Draco, as he kept silent about him.
The rage in his heart surged again, nearly lifting the ceiling, and he immediately shouted, "Come on! Come on! I'll settle this with you today!"
"Are you provoking me, Mr. Potter?" Snape narrowed his eyes. "I'm not Dumbledore giving you candy. Don't expect me to go easy on you."
"Ha! You think I'd show you the slightest mercy?!"
Hearing Harry's cursing and recalling his offensive words in the Chamber of Secrets, Snape was instantly filled with rage. Unable to contain himself, he shoved Draco aside and leaped onto the platform.
"Very well, Potter! It seems it's time to give you a lesson in humility and respect!"
When the students of the Lion and Snake Colleges saw that the teacher and student were about to fight, they each waved their flags and shouted themselves hoarse to encourage each other.
Harry knew that the Dementors couldn't do anything to Snape, so he didn't hesitate and with a wave of his wand, he took away the Patronus.
Immediately afterwards, with a swift flick of his wrist, he unleashed another splitting spell aimed straight at his vital heart.
Snape remained completely calm, simply flicking his arm, and a surge of magic erupted from the tip of his staff.
The splitting curse rushed towards this magical power, like waves crashing against rocks, instantly scattering and shattering into nothingness.
Harry was surprised, thinking to himself: This guy has such profound magic that he can block it without even chanting a spell.
He unleashed five or six more spells and rushed forward, but Snape strolled off as if in a leisurely garden. His wand was like a sharp sword in his hand, pointing, flicking, slashing, and cutting, blocking all the spells.
But then: a crimson light rushed towards him, and with a mere tap of his wand, the spell vanished into wisps of smoke; a green ray shot forth, which he casually waved away, the magic dissipating completely; a yellow ribbon arrived swiftly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the fierce curse vanished. Truly, this was a slick-haired swordsman banished to the mortal realm, impervious to all magic, turning into nothingness.
The Gryphon students watching felt a chill in their hearts, their faces showing bitterness. The Slytherin students, on the other hand, erupted in cheers and applause.
They all craned their necks, wishing their own dean would immediately unleash a deadly curse, sending the scarred man to his death.
Dispelling all those spells, Snape sneered, "Is that all you've got, Potter? You dare to challenge me?"
Harry ignored him and chanted a cloud spell. Instantly, a thick cloud of mist billowed from the tip of his wand, turning the arena into a white haze.
Ron propped himself up on one side and grinned, "Looks like Harry's going to get serious. His knife can counter magic."
Upon hearing this, the Gryffindor students' eyes lit up, and they nodded vigorously in agreement.
"That's right, Harry's forte is close combat."
"He chopped off the troll's head with a single blow!"
"May Merlin bless Snape so that he suffers the same fate as the trolls..."
The fog was so thick that Snape couldn't see Harry. But he remained calm, pressing his wand to his chest and chanting, "Disappearance."
A flash of silver light appeared at the tip of his staff, and his figure, like ripples on water, instantly merged into the thick fog, disappearing without a trace.
"Oh! That's so unfair!" Hermione exclaimed. "Harry probably doesn't even know a tenth of Snape's magic!"
Draco was overjoyed, remembering how the Dementor had almost sucked his soul away, and venomously cried out, "He deserved it!"
"Just wait and see, see how our great savior runs away in utter disarray!"
Harry couldn't find Snape in the fog, so he knew the guy must have used some kind of illusion.
He thought to himself: My form may be hidden, but my body remains. What do I have to fear from you?
With this in mind, he simply stood still, closed his eyes slightly, held his breath and focused his mind on his ears.
Suddenly, a soft rustling of clothes came from behind. Harry's eyes snapped open, his gaze sharpening, and he bit his tongue hard, twisting his waist and spun around, spitting out a mouthful of liquid.
"puff!"
The crimson arrow of blood shot straight towards the source of the sound. Harry gave a silent shout, and the blood splattered in mid-air, creating a patchwork of blood droplets.
"Ugh! Harry Potter!"
Suddenly Snape appeared, his face a bloody mess, like a gourd of blood. His eyes, nose, and mouth were contorted and trembling, like a demon or monster appearing in the world.
"Take this cut!"
Harry roared, his ring knife carrying the power of wind and thunder, using the force of splitting a mountain to sever the head of the blood gourd.
Snape shouted, "Protect yourself!"
A loud clang echoed throughout the classroom.
Harry's blade was ruthless, but it failed to harm Snape in the slightest. Sparks flew everywhere, and a gash appeared on the magical armor.
Snape abruptly flicked his sleeve, wiping the horrific bloodstains from his face. His chest heaved rapidly, and his eyes blazed with a furious fire that would rival even the most powerful fire in Lao Tzu's Samadhi.
"Good! Very good, Potter!"
"I should apologize to you; I was too dismissive! Now, I will give you one hundred percent respect!"
After saying that, he took out several bottles of magic potions from his robes and swallowed them one by one. In just a few breaths, the ground was littered with scattered glass bottles.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a black medicine bottle and smashed it to pieces at his feet.
With a loud "bang," the bottle shattered, and a thick plume of black smoke burst out.
The black smoke continued to billow and spread outwards, completely engulfing the thick fog that filled the arena, and only then did the arena see light again.
Snape roared, "Striker of the Night!"
Harry knew the spell was incredibly fast, and as soon as he heard the incantation, he pushed off the ground with his toes and quickly retreated.
As soon as he took a step, a slanted cut appeared on the ground. Although it was a thin line, it went in half a meter deep.
The classroom fell silent upon hearing this move. The students from both the Lion and Snake academies, whether cheering or protesting, fell silent, speechless and dumbfounded.
Even Draco was dumbfounded and couldn't utter a single word.
Was this really intended to kill someone?
Snape's anger subsided somewhat, but his murderous intent remained undiminished.
He kept chanting incantations and waved his wand repeatedly, unleashing a barrage of spells like a sudden storm.
Even though Harry was agile and had excellent dodging skills, the difference between the two was still too great.
He was still young, lacked sufficient magical foundation, and had only learned a limited number of spells, the power of which was vastly different.
With the aid of a potion, Snape wielded his wand as if it were a windmill, unleashing a barrage of spells like a torrential downpour, dense and rapid, without ceasing. He was truly a human Gatling gun, his hand a carbine.
Even if Simon Häyhä, nicknamed the White Death, came, he would still be subjected to seven or eight curses.
Harry knew he was no match for the spell and his magic was insufficient, so he put his wand away, grabbed his knife with one hand to dodge, and kept a close eye on Snape, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
The Slytherin students below the stage laughed and joked as Harry ran away with his head in his hands.
Draco cupped his hand to his mouth and called out, "Hey! Scarface! Are you dancing? Need me to find you a partner?"
Hermione, worried about Harry, snapped at the harsh words, "Shut up, Malfoy! Someone who gave their first kiss to a Dementors has no right to speak!"
Draco, enraged, blushed crimson. "What?! That's slander!"
"I just accidentally had a little bit of my happiness sucked away by that thing!"
"Ha, is it because I hit the nail on the head that you're in such a hurry?" Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I clearly saw you stick out your tongue."
"Shut up, Granger! I... I challenge you to a duel!"
"Then I admit defeat. I wouldn't dare mess with the Dementor's little boyfriend."
The Slytherin students below the stage trembled like leaves upon hearing this, their cheeks bulging as if they had two dough balls stuffed inside, their faces turning red, and laughter escaping from between their teeth.
The Gryphon students, however, had no such inhibitions and burst into laughter. Even though Ron was covered in wounds inside and out, and the slightest movement caused him pain, he couldn't help but grimace.
One moment he was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight, the next he was screaming in pain, as if he were half-mad and half-crazy.
As everyone was laughing, Harry suddenly swung his arm, sending the ring knife spinning away.
Taking advantage of the break, he dipped his left finger in the blood from the tip of his tongue and swiftly drew lines on his right palm.
Snape cast a spell to knock the ring-shaped sword away, then leisurely retrieved his wand in front of him, scoffing, "Is this all you've got, Potter?"
"I suggest you take out your wand and throw it in front of me now, to save yourself some... dignity."
Harry ignored him and continued drawing his dragon-like talisman. In just a few breaths, the Three Pure Ones Talisman Head and the Azure Profound Nine Qi Talisman Core were drawn.
As the talisman took shape, he chanted incantations, "Thunder God and Lightning Goddess, quickly unleash your divine powers..."
Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Snape's mind, and he shouted, "Potter! What are you doing?!"
"Follow me to vanquish the demons..."
"Thunderous explosion!"
"I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi, may it be done immediately!"
Snape shot out a spell from the tip of his staff, and Harry also cast a spell, striking hard with a lightning bolt.
One of the two men vanished as a plume of black smoke, while the other rolled aside to dodge. Two loud booms were heard, and thick smoke billowed from where the two had just stood.
The Divine Sharpness Without Shadow Spell exploded, scattering rocks and billowing dust into the sky, revealing a huge, deep crater.
As the lightning spell was cast, a thunderclap suddenly appeared in mid-air, the lightning flashing and the sound like thunder, causing the eardrums of the people below the stage to vibrate and buzz, making it impossible for them to hear clearly.
As the lightning and smoke dissipated, everyone craned their necks to look, and gasped in shock.
The arena floor was blasted open by the thunder!
The students of both the Lionhouse and the Snakehouse stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded. Even Lockhart was deathly pale, clinging to the corner of the wall just to keep from collapsing to the ground.
Hogwarts is too dangerous!
Is this magic that an underage wizard could use? Or is it spellcasting without a wand?!
Before he could even recover from the shock, a curse suddenly came from the gap left by the lightning strike.
"Oh my god! My new haircut!"
"Merlin's stinky socks! What's going on upstairs?!"
"No! My new robe! I bought it from the Tuofan Clothing Store!"
It turned out that the gap led to the magic history classroom. Gravel and wood chips fell down, making the students scream and curse like startled snails.
Snape's face tightened as he walked to the cave entrance, looking down with shock and anger in his eyes.
Damn it! Where did he learn this curse from?!
The students downstairs saw Snape's face, their hearts trembled, and they quickly fell silent and returned to their seats, pretending not to see him.
"Actually, I bought this robe from a second-hand robe shop."
"Haha, I've wanted to have short hair for a long time..."
Snape ignored the others and abruptly turned to Harry's bloodied hand. "What did you just do?!"
Although Harry had lost most of his magic to the lightning strike, his expression remained unchanged. He made a hand seal with his right hand, held his wand in his left, and shouted:
"You scoundrel, you've been poisoned with demonic energy, and I haven't uttered a single word! You demand an explanation for merely drawing a few bloody lines? What kind of logic is that?!"
"A Bloodline Child?" Snape said grimly. "I've never seen a Bloodline Child who can summon lightning!"
"You country bumpkin, you're making a fuss over nothing. What's it to me?"
Readers, have heard that the talisman in Harry's palm is of great significance. It was personally taught by Master Gongsun Sheng, the Cloud Dragon, and is called the Five Thunder Orthodox Method.
As soon as this talisman was unleashed, a fierce wind howled, its power overwhelming. It was truly capable of shaking mountains and trembling peaks, startling ghosts and making gods weep. Have you not heard: among all laws, thunder magic is number one?
If you ask why Gongsun Sheng wanted to teach Harry the secret techniques, it turns out that back in Liangshan, Master Gongsun instructed the brothers in some slow staff magic, and among dozens of people, only Harry mastered it.
Seeing that Harry had exceptional talent and innate Qi, he realized that Harry was indeed destined for mastering profound magic. From then on, he often taught Harry the most dignified and powerful spells.
Getting back to the point, Snape was furious that Harry didn't answer the question and spoke sarcastically.
"I'm giving you one last chance, Potter. Give me a reasonable explanation! Don't force me to use magic to make you talk!"
"Ha! Today I'll see whether your curse is faster or my thunder is quicker!"
One of them, clad in a black robe billowing like a dark cloud, and the other, with blood-stained hands yet radiating murderous intent, were about to unleash another earth-shattering and brutal battle.
At the critical moment, a flash of white light appeared right in front of the two, and Dumbledore suddenly appeared.
"Harry, Severus, what are you two doing?" The White Lord waved his wand, and the sand and stones scattered on the ground returned to their places, filling the gaps and holes.
"My house-elf told me that someone is destroying the castle here."
"Ha! You're asking me?" Snape sneered. "You should ask Mr. Potter where he learned his dark magic rituals! They even require one's own blood as a medium!"
Harry roared, "You slick bastard, have you gone mad from drinking some kind of potion?! I've never used any dark magic!"
Upon hearing Snape's words, Dumbledore was startled and quickly turned his head to look. He saw Harry making a familiar hand gesture with his right hand, and upon closer inspection of the outer edge of his palm, a few runes were visible.
The White Demon King's eyes widened, and a look of surprise and doubt suddenly appeared on his face.
"Harry...you...know Chinese wizards?"
A scene unfolds: A potion surges, its killing intent high; a blood-carved talisman summons a thunderbolt. The arena shatters, shocking all present; Eastern secrets manifest in the school. To find out if Harry has seen this wizard from the East, stay tuned for the next installment.
(End of this chapter)