Chapter 554: A Duel

In the corridor.

Harry was still describing Professor Sineipu's evil deeds without much awareness, but Jia Siting could sense that he had begun to reflect.

Harry began to wonder, if Professor Sineipu was not essentially the same as a Death Eater, and even helped him fight against the bewitched Professor Qiluo, then why did he hate him so much?

And after he recalled something, his mood was very low.

"Voldemort transferred a part of himself to me,"

Harry said dreamily,

"Jia Siting, I am similar to Voldemort."

Jia Siting, on the side, was thoughtful; it seemed Harry was still influenced by Voldemort to doubt himself.

"Oh, Harry, you made Voldemort disappear, but now you doubt you are similar to him, that's too ridiculous."

Jia Siting walked out from a corner; he looked like he had just come back from the kitchen and ran into Jia Siting and Harry.

This made Harry's eyes light up.

Too much worry had drowned his reason; how could he have forgotten this!

Jia Siting glanced at Jia Siting; Jia Siting was still smiling and comforting Harry.

Jia Siting and he could both understand Harry's anxiety; for the murderer of one's own relatives, no one would want to be like him.

Thus, there was no one left in the corridor.

The Ravenclaw dormitory had one more black cat.

During the time the Empty Talisman slowly restored magical power, Animagus always allowed Jia Siting's soul transformation to become more proficient.

【You practiced soul transformation once at the standard of a beginner in the Master realm, Master-level proficiency +3】

The panel prompt sounded until curfew, and the night slipped away just like that.

The next day.

Everyone felt Professor Sineipu's anger.

If he had been strict to the point of harshness before, now he was a complete rule machine.

Even if the stirring of the cauldron was off by a little, one could earn a five-point deduction.

Even Jia Siting was somewhat dazed after finishing Potions class; in two consecutive classes, Hufflepuff lost forty points, and even Ravenclaw lost quite a few.

It was completely a shocking house-point tragedy.

Fortunately, there was another matter that evening that attracted everyone's attention.

Otherwise, everyone would definitely have surrounded the entrance to the Great Hall, staring at the hourglass, guessing if someone had put a dungbomb in Professor Sineipu's office.

"Professor Sineipu, I have to say, he might have gone a bit mad."

In the Great Hall, Jia Siting deliberated on his choice of words, but still said this most appropriate description.

"We have to stay away, especially you guys."

Xiang Hemin looked at Harry, Luo En, and Na Wei.

They had all been major point-losers, and now they didn't even dare to think about it.

Overhead, owls delivered letters.

Jia Siting sipped pumpkin juice, glancing at Professor Sineipu, who had a gloomy face at the high table, talking to Dumbledore with a fake smile.

This time, he seemed to have the upper hand.

And in the evening.

The Great Hall became lively again.

Jia Siting had originally been practicing spells in the Hope Cottage, but after getting a bit tired, he followed the excited Jia Siting and the others to the Great Hall.

The rows of long tables disappeared like yesterday, and a golden stage stood against the stone wall. Thousands of points of light floated above, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime. The dome turned into a bottomless ink color once again.

Almost all the teachers and students in the school poured in, figures moving, every face full of anticipation, hands gripping wands tightly, constantly discussing in low voices.

"Did you see? Who is the professor teaching us to duel? Who is it?"

Too many senior students were blocking the front; Xiang Hemin couldn't see anything, so she asked nervously and expectantly,

"Is it Professor Fuliwei?"

"Xiang Hemin, if you can't see, you can't expect us to grow taller in an instant, right?"

Luo En tried his best to stretch his neck, but couldn't see anything either.

"As long as it's not—"

Harry didn't finish his sentence before it turned into a groan, as Gilderoy Qiluo walked onto the stage, wearing purple-red robes, radiant, and the person beside him was none other than Sineipu, still wearing his usual black clothes.

Qiluo waved for everyone to be quiet, then shouted loudly:

"Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!

It's like this, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little Dueling Club, to fully train everyone, in case you ever need to defend yourselves, taking the methods I have used countless times to protect myself—for details on this, please see my published works."

His entrance was too unexpected; Jia Siting saw Xiang Hemin, who had been excited just a moment ago, change her expression.

Harry turned and left, and Luo En followed.

But unfortunately, the club class had started, and Percy stood at a distance, blocking them.

"Class has started, go back."

Percy said.

Then Jia Siting saw Harry and Luo En return dejectedly.

At this time, Qiluo shouted loudly:

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Sineipu,"

He said, grinning with his big mouth,

"He told me that he himself knows a thing or two about dueling, and he generously agreed to assist me in a small demonstration before class.

I said, I wouldn't want to make you little ones worry—after I finish demonstrating with him, I will return your Potions teacher to you unharmed, don't be afraid!"

Professor Sineipu's already gloomy face looked like he was about to kill; Qiluo saw it and suddenly stuttered, his head turning:

"But before we demonstrate, perhaps two volunteers can come up on stage, so everyone knows what a wrong duel looks like. Who wants to come?"

He glanced at Sineipu, and seeing the cold light in Sineipu's black eyes, he immediately looked away.

"Please volunteer a pair—Longbottom and Fenley, how about you?"

"That's not a good idea, Professor Qiluo."

Sineipu said suddenly, while gliding lightly across the stage like a vicious giant bat,

"Longbottom can cause destruction even with the simplest spell. In that case, we would only have to pack Fenley's remains in a matchbox and send him to the hospital."

Na Wei's pink round face turned very red; Jia Siting and Xiang Hemin comforted him:

"He's lying, Na Wei, don't you remember? You're ranked seventh."

Na Wei's expression finally improved a lot. ===== CHAPTER 555 =====