Chapter 267
You Must Know What You Are Facing First
Chapter 267 You Must Know What You Are Facing First
Although he had Dumbledore's support, Wade did not act immediately.
He waited patiently until everyone finished their exams, and then the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw began.
Although Wade had no interest in Quidditch, this was the final game of the school year, and everyone in the school who had time came to watch.
The Ravenclaw team fought hard, and several people were injured because they were too fast to react. Unfortunately...
You can fake being bad, but you can’t fake being strong.
Several players who played well last year have graduated and left. The new players tried their best but still lost the game.
The Gryffindor students cheered loudly, and the Ravenclaws barely managed to keep their composure and congratulated them on winning the championship.
“Thank you, you guys played great too!”
Gryffindor's Wood gave a thumbs-up and smiled with his teeth showing.
Ravenclaw's captain Roger snorted coldly, revealing a forced smile.
Except for Gryffindor who were still celebrating in the stadium, students from other colleges began to return to the castle, especially Slytherin, who were the first to leave.
So when everyone returned to the castle, they found that the entrance hall was blocked again. Many Snake Academy students gathered there, looking up at a new notice -
【June Challenge】
[Not long ago, the Hogwarts warriors defeated a giant ball python and proved their strength and courage.
however--
Is that true?
We all know that ball pythons are docile creatures, and the professor is always there to protect them. Fighting with a ball python is as safe as cutting a cake under the care of its mother.
Do you dare to challenge truly dangerous creatures?
Can you stand firm in the face of death?
Do you want to know how far your magic can go?
This is an event that only truly powerful and fearless challengers can participate in, and there is even the risk of death!
Warning: Not for the faint of heart!!!
Those who are interested in participating, please gather in an empty classroom on the third floor at 10 o'clock tonight. You can form your own team and there is no requirement for the number of people.
In this event, all challengers are in partnership.
Note: Challengers need to meet the following conditions.
First, enter the finals in the May Challenge.
Second, master the Armor Spell, Obstacle Spell, and Petrification Spell...】
Followed by a string of spell names.
The words of warning were highlighted and enlarged several times.
Who would admit that he is a coward?
All those who met the requirements loudly expressed their willingness to participate. However, one or two students who had not yet mastered the spell immediately went to study without even eating.
So when the Gryffindors came back, they found that no one in the school seemed to be discussing their victory anymore.
Whether it was the annoying Slytherins or the students from his own house, they were all talking about something else.
They all flocked to the hallway to read the notice, and when they returned to the long table, except for Wood who was still thinking about his Quidditch trophy, everyone else changed the subject.
"Hogwarts is getting cooler and cooler. I thought we would just wait to see the results and go home after the game!"
Fred said happily.
“Although looking at the results is also an adventure, I still prefer this.”
George crossed his hands and supported his chin, and asked with interest: "What kind of dangerous creature could it be?"
"A centipede the size of a snake, perhaps?" Harry guessed.
"It could also be a group of spiders as big as a house! Right, little Ronnie?" Fred winked at his brother.
"What the--Spider?!!!"
Ron, who had just walked over, screamed, his face pale with fear.
Ron was most afraid of spiders because of a prank the twins played when they were young. "Yeah." Fred's face was gloomy like a ghost: "They will suddenly jump out from the corner, and you, my brother, will be caught off guard and hugged by a spider..."
George, who had sneaked out of his seat, cooperated tacitly and stretched out his hands to grab Ron's shoulders.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
The hall was suddenly filled with screams of terror, as well as the laughter of the Weasley twins.
The Weasley brothers were teasing their younger brother, but students who heard a few words spread the rumor.
"Have you heard... it's a spider..."
"We've dealt with this so many times in the maze... The school is really looking down on us..."
"The entry requirements are probably just to scare people. I can handle those spiders..."
The young wizards are eager to prove their strength.
So, at around nine o'clock in the evening, Harry and others came to the third floor, only to find that it was crowded with people, but surprisingly not noisy.
They squeezed through the crowd with difficulty. Harry followed Fred and the others in a daze. Suddenly, the ground in front of him loosened and he almost fell.
Someone held him up, and Harry hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you--"
"It seems that Mr. Potter, who just won the game, still misses the feeling of being on the broom, so much that he has forgotten how to use his legs."
A cold, sarcastic voice came from above his head. Harry froze and slowly raised his head, only to see the professor he hated the most.
Snape, who was pulled in to work overtime, was holding a list. He swept his cold and empty eyes over the bustling group of students around him. Then, everyone pushed and shoved to make room for half a meter of space.
Only Harry was left standing in front of Professor Snape, accepting his cold gaze.
Next to him, the twin brothers were winking at him, signaling him to be braver.
Harry finally understood why there were so many people here and yet it was so quiet.
He took a deep breath, prepared to be picked on, and said, "Professor, I'll take up the challenge."
Snape's expression was as grim as ever. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Harry. Although he didn't say a word, Harry felt that he had been despised from head to toe.
He unconsciously clenched his fists, and then heard the professor in front of him say:
"Iron Armor Spell."
"What... Oh, oh! Armor protection!"
Harry fumbled for his wand, but luckily he was already familiar with the spell and completed it smoothly.
Snape said nothing more and let him into the empty classroom.
When Harry entered, he found that a strange professor with disabled hands and feet was waiting inside.
He tried not to focus his eyes on the mangled legs and arms, and asked quietly, "Professor?"
"Oh, Harry Potter!"
Professor Kettleburn patted him excitedly with his only good hand.
"I'm going to retire soon, and I thought it would be impossible for me to see you take my class! I didn't expect that there would be such an opportunity in the end."
"Um... hello, Professor." Harry said awkwardly, "What do I need to do?"
"You have to know what you're facing first, and if you feel scared, you still have a chance to back out," said Professor Kettleburn.
"Faced with... what?" Harry didn't understand.
"Hmm, a thousand-year-old fellow. I can't believe there's still such a big fellow hiding in Hogwarts... I submitted my retirement report too early."
Professor Kettleburn said regretfully, pointing his wand at the wall next to him.
Harry turned his head and suddenly felt that the blood in his body seemed to freeze.
A pair of yellow-brown eyes stared at him, and a terrifying sense of crisis came over him!
(End of this chapter)