Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 157 Expulsion Curse and Conflict
Ms. Hooch's whistle blew, and Harry spun around in the air to see six bright red blurry figures flying towards him.

Then, as the players were hugging him so hard that he almost fell off his broom, he heard the Gryffindors clamoring in the crowd below.

"What a job!" Wood exclaimed over and over.

Alicia, Angelina, and Katie all kiss Harry, and Fred grabs Harry, who feels like his head is going to fall off.

In the chaos, the team members finally landed on the ground.

Harry got off the broom and looked up to see a group of Gryffindor supporters running towards the field at high speed. Ron was at the front. Before he could react, he was surrounded by cheering crowds.

"Win!" Ron yelled, throwing Harry's arms into the air. "Win! Win!"

"Nice job, Harry!" said Percy, looking delighted. "I've won ten Galleons! Sorry, I have to find Penelope..."

"You're wonderful, Harry!" cried Seamus Finnigan.

"It was brilliant!" said Hagrid gruffly over the heads of the Gryffindor crowd.

"That Patronus looks like something," said a voice in Harry's ear.

Harry turned to see Professor Lupine, looking both worried and pleased.

"The dementors didn't affect me at all!" said Harry excitedly. "I didn't feel anything!"

"That's because he's... er... not a dementor," said Professor Lupine. "Come and see..."

He led Harry out of the crowd to where he could see the edge of the pitch.

"You scare Malfoy enough," said Lupine.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.It was Malfoy who stumbled across the pitch, his face pale from under the hood.

The Slytherins frantically wrenched Alfo out of his long, hooded black robes.

But at the moment Malfoy's condition is very bad, his face is pale, his body is shivering uncontrollably, fine scale marks are appearing on his body under the school uniform.

It's a pity that everyone didn't notice these, and only thought it was the result of being hit by Harry's spell just now.

So after Malfoy was taken away by Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall stood in front of them with a very angry look on his face.

"Shameful ruse!" she cried. "Despicable, cowardly, trying to play tricks on the Gryffindor Seekers! Prisoners, everyone, fifty points from Slytherin! I'll tell Dumbledore The professor talks about it, that's for sure! Ah, here he comes!"

With the arrival of Dumbledore, this matter has nothing to do with others for the time being.

As night fell, just as Harry and the others were celebrating their Quidditch victory, Malfoy was wailing in pain on the bed in the school infirmary.

When he was sent to the school infirmary, Malfoy, who drank the potion, temporarily stabilized, but as the night came, his body was in pain again.

I saw him twisting his body like a snake, his lips were bloodless, his body was trembling uncontrollably, under his slightly opened eyelids were rolled up white eyes, his hair and clothes were already wet with sweat from the pain.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the window, accompanied by wisps of black smoke rising, and then a vertically long reflection abruptly reflected on the wall.

John quietly looked at the painful Malfoy in front of him, his body was emitting some kind of strange red light in the magical vision.

This kind of light had appeared on Lockhart before the mutation, as well as on the seven corpse monsters. It was obvious that Malfoy had been planted with the deteriorating blood curse at some point.

But in today's game, when the opponent was hit by Harry's Patronus Charm, the Blood Curse was activated.

As for the person who activated the spell, John knew very well, because when he went to check the Quidditch field, he smelled a rather strong smell of death in a dark corner.

It seems that one of the defeated generals was mocked by him at the end, and was stimulated to disgust himself regardless of exposure.

I want to live extravagantly, but I live like a chaotic mentally retarded person. Compared with the part of the notebook, the main soul is really not enough.

Stretching out his hand to press Malfoy's heart, the scorching magic power penetrated into Malfoy's body along John's hand.

Because of the promotion of blood, John's magic power is quite tyrannical, which caused the magic power in Malfoy's body to freeze as if he was playing dead, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Under John's control, magic power flowed along Malfoy's blood vessels, and soon the part that didn't belong to Malfoy was burned and melted by magic power.

As a result of doing so, Malfoy spit out a large mouthful of black liquid, and then black liquid flowed out of his nasal cavity and ears.

Seeing this, John didn't stop his actions, and still controlled the flow of magic power along the blood vessels in Malfoy's body, checking every inch of where the curse might be hidden.

Finally, after confirming that the deteriorating blood curse was completely eliminated, John withdrew his magic power.

He took out the blue potion and the healing potion, and fed them to Malfoy respectively, watching the other party's rosy complexion gradually soften, and the scale marks on his body gradually disappeared.
John cast a spell to erase all the traces that had just been caused, and then disappeared into a cloud of black smoke just like when he came.

It's just that John glanced in a certain direction secretly when he left, and a small corner of the gorgeous robe shrank back quickly as if it was accidentally exposed.

And when John solved Malfoy's troubles and left the school infirmary, Harry, who was celebrating his victory, encountered a big trouble.

Professor Snape was like a big predatory bat, and Harry was notified and taken away from the Gryffindor common room.

Just as Harry guessed, Snape came to trouble Malfoy for today's matter.

Everything was normal at first, but for some reason, as he talked, Snape's face gradually became more and more ugly.

"You look so much like your father, Potter!" said Snape suddenly, with a gleam in his eye. "He's also extremely arrogant, and a little talent on the Quidditch pitch makes him think he's better than the rest of us." A cut above. Staggering around with a bunch of friends and admirers . . . you two are uncannily alike."

"He is also like you, aiming his wand at others at will and releasing magic!"

"My dad isn't cocky," Harry blurted out, before he could contain himself, "and neither have I."

"Your father didn't pay much attention to the rules." Snape pursued the victory, his thin face full of malice. "As he thought, the rules are for the little people, not for the Quidditch champion. A few followers have been doing this all the time, and if I ask you, his head is swollen..."

"To shut up!"

Harry jumped to his feet, a surge of anger rushing through him that he hadn't felt since the last night of Privet Drive.

He no longer cared about Snape's hardened face and the dangerous gleam in his dark eyes.

"What did you say to me just now, Potter?"

"I told you to shut up and not talk about my dad!" Harry yelled.

"It seems that the black dog gave you a lot of courage to get rid of your grievances, Harry, you have the guts to disobey the professor!" Snape smiled indifferently, and there was an obscure light in his eyes.

"It's really like your father, arrogant, irritable, like a pig, I really don't know when your mother..."

"I tell you to shut up and stop talking about my father! And my mother!" Harry shouted angrily again, "and Sirius told me that he saved your life! If it weren't for my father, you would now You won't stand here at all! How dare you insult him!"

Snape's yellow skin had turned the color of spoiled milk.

"Did that stupid dog tell you, then, the circumstances under which your father saved my life?" he whispered "or did he think those details were too offensive to Baby Potter's delicate ears? "

Harry bit his lip, he didn't know the situation, but he didn't want to admit it, but Snape seemed to have guessed it.

"I don't want you to leave with a false idea of ​​your father, Potter," he said, a horrible smile twisting his face.

"Have you imagined some heroic feat? Then let me correct you, your holy father and his friends played a very funny joke on me, if your father hadn't faltered at the last moment, That would kill me."

"If their joke is successful, he will be expelled from Hogwarts, and Sirius, who told you this life-saving grace, was the one who suggested this joke back then."

Snape grinned sullenly, showing all his teeth.

Harry didn't dare look into Snape's eyes, his eyes were really piercing at the moment.

Just when Harry thought he was going to die, Snape's complexion suddenly changed, as if he knew he had eaten a bug, it was very ugly.

Snape's eyes kept flickering, and at last he gritted his teeth and roared angrily, "Get out!"

Harry didn't move, his ears were buzzing.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to get out!" Snape yelled again, holding back his anger.

Harry was so frightened that his whole body went cold, and he immediately fled out of Snape's office pale.

After Harry left, Snape sat on the chair and watched the direction where Harry disappeared, the light in his eyes constantly changing.

From the whitish knuckles of his grip on the handle of the chair, it can be seen that his thoughts are complicated at the moment.

In the end, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, waved his robe, and rushed towards the principal's office like a bat out of its hole...

Tonight was a sleepless night for Harry, and it was also for some people.

But John didn't know this. He was prepared and disappeared into the dormitory with a burst of white light just like he had crossed the boundary several times before.

[Confirmation of crossing the boundary]

[Recorded world "Howl's Moving Castle" has been denied]

[Adaptation plane search... search confirmed, anchoring... anchoring successful]

[Identity is being inserted...insert successfully]

[Start crossing the world! 】

(End of this chapter)