Now, when Harry heard Ron had been disarmed before being beaten, his nameless fire burned through the top of his skull.
Lockhart tried to mediate. "Ahem, Harry—"
Harry swung the knife toward him. "You, this bird-thing! You host this bird-club, yet you cannot even judge it fairly! Are you doing this on purpose?!"
Lockhart, seeing the killing intent in Harry's eyes, cursed his own mouth.
"Harry... this... this was just an accident! Mr. Weasley was in my blind spot!"
"And they didn't call a stop! It's an insult to a wizard's honor to interrupt—"
Snape sneered. "Yes, Lockhart. You are always just one step away from 'solving the problem'."
Snape grabbed Draco to leave. The Gryffindors erupted.
"Why can Snape stop the duel when Malfoy is about to lose?!"
"Fix! This is a blatant fix!"
"Professor Lockhart! Aren't you going to reprimand your assistant?!"
Reprimand Snape? Lockhart thought. I'd be buried in the Forbidden Forest by morning.
Snape roared, "SILENCE! Have you idiots never seen a Dementor?! If you object to my methods, why don't you go kiss it and see if you turn into an idiot!"
He glared at Harry. "Don't let me find you summoning this disgusting creature in the school again, or I will 'handle' you myself!"
Harry knew this greasy scoundrel was determined to protect Draco. His anger flared. "You! Come! This one will see who is superior, you or I!"
"Are you challenging me, Mr. Potter?" Snape's eyes narrowed.
"Hah! Do you think this one will show you any mercy?!"
Snape, hearing this, and remembering the insults in the Chamber, snapped. He threw Draco aside and leaped onto the stage.
"Very well, Potter! It is time I taught you a lesson in humility and respect!"
The two houses roared. Harry knew the Dementor-Wraith was useless against Snape, so he dismissed it. He immediately sent a Splitting Curse at Snape's heart.
Snape, with no expression, simply waved his wand. The curse shattered like a wave on a rock.
Harry was shocked. This greasy scoundrel's magic is deep! He blocked it without a word!
He fired five more spells. Snape, as if strolling, simply parried, flicked, and cut them all down. He was... a "Greasy-Haired Sword Immortal" (油头剑仙).
The Gryffindors' hearts went cold. The Slytherins roared.
"Is that all you have, Potter?" Snape sneered.
Harry ignored him and cast a Cloud Curse. The stage filled with fog.
Ron sat up. "Looks like Harry is getting serious. His knife can defy magic."
Snape, in the fog, simply cast "Disillusionment" and vanished.
"That's so unfair!" Hermione cried.
"He deserves it!" Draco shrieked, ecstatic. "Watch the 'Savior' pee his pants!"
Harry stood still in the fog, closed his eyes, and listened.
A rustle of cloth!
Harry's eyes snapped open. He bit his tongue and, twisting, spat.
Ptoo!
A "blood arrow" shot toward the sound. It splattered mid-air, revealing the shape of a man.
"Argh! HARRY! POTTER!"
Snape reappeared, his face a mask of blood, looking like a demon.
"Eat my blade!" Harry roared, charging.
"PROTEGO!" Snape shouted.
CLANG!
The knife hit the shield, sending sparks flying, cracking the magic.
Snape wiped the blood from his face, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing. "Good! Very good, Potter! I apologize. I underestimated you! Now, I will give you 100% of my respect!"
He pulled several potion vials from his robes and downed them all. Then, he smashed a black vial at his feet. A black smoke erupted, swallowing the fog.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!"
Harry, knowing the spell's speed, dodged. A gash half-a-meter deep appeared where he'd been.
The room went silent. Was he trying to kill him?
Snape, fueled by the potions, became a "Human Gatling Gun" (人形加特林), unleashing a storm of curses.
Harry knew he was outmatched in magic. He put his wand away, drew his knife, and just dodged, looking for an opening.
Draco taunted, "Hey, Scarhead! Are you dancing? Need a partner?"
Hermione, worried for Harry, snapped, "Shut up, Malfoy! The man who gave his first kiss to a Dementor doesn't get to speak!"
Draco turned purple. "WHAT?! That's slander!"
"I just... it just... sucked a little happiness from me!"
"Ha! Am I right? I saw you stick your tongue out," Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"SHUT UP, GRANGER! I... I'LL DUEL YOU!"
"I forfeit. I wouldn't dare provoke the Dementor's little boyfriend."
The Slytherins shook, trying not to laugh. The Gryffindors howled. Ron, despite his injuries, was grinning.
As they laughed, Harry threw his knife as a distraction.
He dipped his left fingers into the blood on his tongue and began drawing furiously on his right palm.
Snape batted the knife aside. "Is that all, Potter? I suggest you throw your wand at my feet and keep... your dignity."
Harry ignored him, his fingers flying. The talisman was formed. He chanted, "God of Thunder, Goddess of Lightning, grant me your power..."
Snape's internal alarm shrieked. "Potter! What are you doing?!"
"...aid me in vanquishing this demon..."
"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!"
"I command you in the name of Taishang Laojun! (太上老君, a high Daoist deity)"
Snape's curse flew. Harry slapped his palm forward.
BOOM! CRACKLE!
Snape dissolved into black smoke to escape. Harry rolled. A massive explosion. A thunderbolt from the ceiling!
When the smoke cleared, the students gasped.
The "Thunder Art" had blown a massive, gaping hole through the stage floor.
They were all stunned. Is this... underage magic?!
Then, screams came from the hole below.
"My new hair!"
"Merlin's smelly socks! What's going on up there?!"
"NO! My new robes!"
It was the History of Magic classroom.
Snape, enraged, looked down. "Damn it! Where did he learn that?!"
He turned to Harry's bloody hand. "What did you do?!"
Harry, though drained, raised his bloody hand in a strange sign. "You, this scoundrel, eat a belly full of potions, and this one doesn't say a word! This one draws a few blood lines, and you question me? What logic is that!"
"'Blood lines'?! I've never seen 'blood lines' that summon lightning!"
"You, this country bumpkin, are 'rarely-seen-much-strange' (ignorant). What has it to do with me?"
(Readers, the talisman Harry used was the "Five Thunder True Art" (五雷正法诀), taught to him by Gongsun Sheng [from Water Margin] in his "past," who saw Harry had the "talent" for Daoist magic.)
Snape was furious. "I'll give you one last chance, Potter! Explain! Don't force me to make you talk!"
"Hah! Today, this one wants to see! Is your curse faster, or is this one's thunder quicker!"
Just as the two were about to fight again, Dumbledore appeared between them, magically repairing the floor.
"Harry! Severus! What are you doing?!"
"Hah! Ask me?" Snape sneered. "Why don't you ask Mr. Potter what 'black magic ritual' he learned that requires his own blood as a medium!"
Harry roared, "You greasy scoundrel! Are you stupid from potions! When did this one ever use black magic!"
Dumbledore, hearing Snape, looked sharply at Harry's hand. He saw the "familiar hand sign" (a Daoist mudra) and the edges of the talisman.
The White Lord's eyes widened.
"Harry... do you... Do you know... a Chinese wizard?"
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