Chapter 207: Harry's Duel
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Chapter 207: Harry's Duel
Harry pressed on, his voice determined. "You must know something—"
Snape waved his wand, murmuring "Muffliato," rendering their conversation unheard by those around. He spoke deliberately, each word cutting through the air, "You're always meddling, Potter! A few praises and you believe yourself the Chosen One. Were it not for your mother's sacrifice, you'd be nothing."
A mixture of emotions churned within Harry's stomach—gratitude and sorrow. He was relieved that his gamble had paid off; Snape indeed held more secrets. Yet, his heart ached at the mention of his mother. What could there be that he didn't already know? Snape continued his unabashed mockery, depicting Harry as a mere survivor, a thief of unearned renown, causing his lungs to feel as though they might burst.
His grip on his wand tightened, an urge to curse Snape with a Bat-Bogey Hex almost overwhelming him. The name of the spell seemed fitting for Snape, who resembled a rather unsavory, large bat.
Snape noticed Harry's gesture, cold eyes narrowing with an intent that was far from benevolent. "Do you wish to engage, Potter? I'm willing to give you that opportunity..."
Harry drew in two sharp breaths, then stiffly replied, "No, I seek something other than you." He took a few steps back, turning to Felix not far away. With conviction, he declared, "I choose Professor Harp."
Snape's expression displayed astonishment. In his calculations, Potter's nature should have been easily provoked, giving him an excuse to publicly chastise the young wizard.
Truth be told, he was eagerly anticipating that moment.
But this lad had actually declined. How dare he!
Snape reluctantly retreated to the edge of the stage. Felix and Harry now stood face to face, their wands at the ready.
In a low voice, Harry began, "Professor, if I manage to hold out for two minutes, would you promise me something?"
Felix gazed at him and chuckled, "Like during our special training?"
"Exactly," Harry quickly affirmed. He hadn't really expected to glean information about his father and Sirius Black from Snape; that had been more of a fortunate accident. Now, he was executing his true plan. "Just like when I succeeded for the first time, would you join me to examine the Firebolt crossbow prototypes at Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
"I went easy on you that time to boost your confidence," Felix remarked.
"I know, but I've improved," Harry asserted.
After a brief exchange, they both bowed to each other, then took seven steps back and turned, locking eyes.
Felix made no initial move, and Harry understood. It was like that time in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry swung his wand abruptly and shouted, "Impedimenta!" A rope-like charm shot toward Felix. He didn't wait to see its effect, quickly stepping back twice and following with a silent Disarming Charm.
Felix stood smiling, the charm touching his body before rapidly softening. He then tilted his head, avoiding the red arc of light. Swiftly, he cast two spells, one crimson and one gold.
"Protego Armor!" Harry had already prepared the Shield Charm. One spell grazed the magical barrier while the other struck his Shield Charm directly, producing a muffled bang.
Harry mentally counted to eight, a pattern he had recognized during training. Professor Harp never knocked him down all at once; there was always a deliberate pause between spells. This offered him a glimmer of hope.
Reaching eight, he dodged to the side, a powerful spell smashing his Shield Charm. Scrambling up from the floor, he aimed his wand and sent three Stunning Spells: "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"
Without any visible motion, a faint magical barrier shimmered before Felix, deflecting Harry's spells. Immediately, Felix extended his hand, and the protective barrier morphed into seven or eight blunt-tipped arrows, hurtling towards Harry.
"Whoosh, whoosh!" The arrows emitted a mournful, whining sound.
"He's just a third-year student! Truly the savior who defeated the enigmatic figure."
"Do you think he can win?"
"...You're getting ahead of yourself, but I believe it's possible in the future!"
Severus Snape, stationed in the corner, watched in astonishment. He had never known Harry could wield magic of this intensity—far beyond what he usually demonstrated.
Suddenly, his attention shifted to another figure.
Lupin!
Lupin appeared weary, his graying hair even more conspicuous against his patched clothes. Snape wasn't sure when Lupin had entered the Great Hall; he stared at Harry with concern.
Their eyes met, and Lupin nodded kindly before intently fixing his gaze on Harry.
On the gilded platform, Harry struggled to maintain the charm. He couldn't gauge how much time had elapsed; each second felt like an eternity. Still, he yearned to endure a little longer.
Perhaps he had already held on for two minutes? That way, Professor Harp wouldn't refuse his request. Harry hoped.
Felix's incantations remained steady and formidable, maintaining their unyielding power. Helplessly, Harry watched his own magic pushed back.
He gritted his teeth, his vision becoming hazy, the world spinning. He was familiar with this sensation.
"In the next moment, I should collapse onto the carpeted floor, uncomfortable but not overly painful..."
"Thud!"
Harry crashed to the ground, exclaiming in pain. Tears welled up.
Abruptly, he realized he wasn't in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron for special training; he was on the gilded platform in the school's Great Hall, lying on bare, hard wood.
"Harry... Harry..." A gentle voice reached his ears as someone crouched beside him, but he couldn't distinguish who it was.
He faded into unconsciousness.
Felix Harp observed Professor Lupin rushing toward Harry in concern and halted from a distance.
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Chapter 207: Harry's Duel
Harry pressed on, his voice determined. "You must know something—"
Snape waved his wand, murmuring "Muffliato," rendering their conversation unheard by those around. He spoke deliberately, each word cutting through the air, "You're always meddling, Potter! A few praises and you believe yourself the Chosen One. Were it not for your mother's sacrifice, you'd be nothing."
A mixture of emotions churned within Harry's stomach—gratitude and sorrow. He was relieved that his gamble had paid off; Snape indeed held more secrets. Yet, his heart ached at the mention of his mother. What could there be that he didn't already know? Snape continued his unabashed mockery, depicting Harry as a mere survivor, a thief of unearned renown, causing his lungs to feel as though they might burst.
His grip on his wand tightened, an urge to curse Snape with a Bat-Bogey Hex almost overwhelming him. The name of the spell seemed fitting for Snape, who resembled a rather unsavory, large bat.
Snape noticed Harry's gesture, cold eyes narrowing with an intent that was far from benevolent. "Do you wish to engage, Potter? I'm willing to give you that opportunity..."
Harry drew in two sharp breaths, then stiffly replied, "No, I seek something other than you." He took a few steps back, turning to Felix not far away. With conviction, he declared, "I choose Professor Harp."
Snape's expression displayed astonishment. In his calculations, Potter's nature should have been easily provoked, giving him an excuse to publicly chastise the young wizard.
Truth be told, he was eagerly anticipating that moment.
But this lad had actually declined. How dare he!
Snape reluctantly retreated to the edge of the stage. Felix and Harry now stood face to face, their wands at the ready.
In a low voice, Harry began, "Professor, if I manage to hold out for two minutes, would you promise me something?"
Felix gazed at him and chuckled, "Like during our special training?"
"Exactly," Harry quickly affirmed. He hadn't really expected to glean information about his father and Sirius Black from Snape; that had been more of a fortunate accident. Now, he was executing his true plan. "Just like when I succeeded for the first time, would you join me to examine the Firebolt crossbow prototypes at Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
"I went easy on you that time to boost your confidence," Felix remarked.
"I know, but I've improved," Harry asserted.
After a brief exchange, they both bowed to each other, then took seven steps back and turned, locking eyes.
Felix made no initial move, and Harry understood. It was like that time in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry swung his wand abruptly and shouted, "Impedimenta!" A rope-like charm shot toward Felix. He didn't wait to see its effect, quickly stepping back twice and following with a silent Disarming Charm.
Felix stood smiling, the charm touching his body before rapidly softening. He then tilted his head, avoiding the red arc of light. Swiftly, he cast two spells, one crimson and one gold.
"Protego Armor!" Harry had already prepared the Shield Charm. One spell grazed the magical barrier while the other struck his Shield Charm directly, producing a muffled bang.
Harry mentally counted to eight, a pattern he had recognized during training. Professor Harp never knocked him down all at once; there was always a deliberate pause between spells. This offered him a glimmer of hope.
Reaching eight, he dodged to the side, a powerful spell smashing his Shield Charm. Scrambling up from the floor, he aimed his wand and sent three Stunning Spells: "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"
Without any visible motion, a faint magical barrier shimmered before Felix, deflecting Harry's spells. Immediately, Felix extended his hand, and the protective barrier morphed into seven or eight blunt-tipped arrows, hurtling towards Harry.
"Whoosh, whoosh!" The arrows emitted a mournful, whining sound.
"He's just a third-year student! Truly the savior who defeated the enigmatic figure."
"Do you think he can win?"
"...You're getting ahead of yourself, but I believe it's possible in the future!"
Severus Snape, stationed in the corner, watched in astonishment. He had never known Harry could wield magic of this intensity—far beyond what he usually demonstrated.
Suddenly, his attention shifted to another figure.
Lupin!
Lupin appeared weary, his graying hair even more conspicuous against his patched clothes. Snape wasn't sure when Lupin had entered the Great Hall; he stared at Harry with concern.
Their eyes met, and Lupin nodded kindly before intently fixing his gaze on Harry.
On the gilded platform, Harry struggled to maintain the charm. He couldn't gauge how much time had elapsed; each second felt like an eternity. Still, he yearned to endure a little longer.
Perhaps he had already held on for two minutes? That way, Professor Harp wouldn't refuse his request. Harry hoped.
Felix's incantations remained steady and formidable, maintaining their unyielding power. Helplessly, Harry watched his own magic pushed back.
He gritted his teeth, his vision becoming hazy, the world spinning. He was familiar with this sensation.
"In the next moment, I should collapse onto the carpeted floor, uncomfortable but not overly painful..."
"Thud!"
Harry crashed to the ground, exclaiming in pain. Tears welled up.
Abruptly, he realized he wasn't in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron for special training; he was on the gilded platform in the school's Great Hall, lying on bare, hard wood.
"Harry... Harry..." A gentle voice reached his ears as someone crouched beside him, but he couldn't distinguish who it was.
He faded into unconsciousness.
Felix Harp observed Professor Lupin rushing toward Harry in concern and halted from a distance.
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Chapter 207: Harry's DuelHarry pressed on, his voice determined. "You must know something"Snape waved his wand, murmuring "Muffliato," rendering their conversation unheard by those around. He spoke deliberately, each word cutting through the air, "You're always meddling, Potter! A few praises and you believe yourself the Chosen One. Were it not for your mother's sacrifice, you'd be nothing."A mixture of emotions churned within Harry's stomachgratitude and sorrow. He was relieved that his gamble had paid off; Snape indeed held more secrets. Yet, his heart ached at the mention of his mother. What could there be that he didn't already know? Snape continued his unabashed mockery, depicting Harry as a mere survivor, a thief of unearned renown, causing his lungs to feel as though they might burst.His grip on his wand tightened, an urge to curse Snape with a Bat-Bogey Hex almost overwhelming him. The name of the spell seemed fitting for Snape, who resembled a rather unsavory, large bat.Snape noticed Harry's gesture, cold eyes narrowing with an intent that was far from benevolent. "Do you wish to engage, Potter? I'm willing to give you that opportunity..."Harry drew in two sharp breaths, then stiffly replied, "No, I seek something other than you." He took a few steps back, turning to Felix not far away. With conviction, he declared, "I choose Professor Harp."Snape's expression displayed astonishment. In his calculations, Potter's nature should have been easily provoked, giving him an excuse to publicly chastise the young wizard.Truth be told, he was eagerly anticipating that moment.But this lad had actually declined. How dare he!Snape reluctantly retreated to the edge of the stage. Felix and Harry now stood face to face, their wands at the ready.In a low voice, Harry began, "Professor, if I manage to hold out for two minutes, would you promise me something?"Felix gazed at him and chuckled, "Like during our special training?""Exactly," Harry quickly affirmed. He hadn't really expected to glean information about his father and Sirius Black from Snape; that had been more of a fortunate accident. Now, he was executing his true plan. "Just like when I succeeded for the first time, would you join me to examine the Firebolt crossbow prototypes at Quality Quidditch Supplies?""I went easy on you that time to boost your confidence," Felix remarked."I know, but I've improved," Harry asserted.After a brief exchange, they both bowed to each other, then took seven steps back and turned, locking eyes.Felix made no initial move, and Harry understood. It was like that time in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron.Harry swung his wand abruptly and shouted, "Impedimenta!" A rope-like charm shot toward Felix. He didn't wait to see its effect, quickly stepping back twice and following with a silent Disarming Charm.Felix stood smiling, the charm touching his body before rapidly softening. He then tilted his head, avoiding the red arc of light. Swiftly, he cast two spells, one crimson and one gold."Protego Armor!" Harry had already prepared the Shield Charm. One spell grazed the magical barrier while the other struck his Shield Charm directly, producing a muffled bang.Harry mentally counted to eight, a pattern he had recognized during training. Professor Harp never knocked him down all at once; there was always a deliberate pause between spells. This offered him a glimmer of hope.Reaching eight, he dodged to the side, a powerful spell smashing his Shield Charm. Scrambling up from the floor, he aimed his wand and sent three Stunning Spells: "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"Without any visible motion, a faint magical barrier shimmered before Felix, deflecting Harry's spells. Immediately, Felix extended his hand, and the protective barrier morphed into seven or eight blunt-tipped arrows, hurtling towards Harry."Whoosh, whoosh!" The arrows emitted a mournful, whining sound."He's just a third-year student! Truly the savior who defeated the enigmatic figure.""Do you think he can win?""...You're getting ahead of yourself, but I believe it's possible in the future!"Severus Snape, stationed in the corner, watched in astonishment. He had never known Harry could wield magic of this intensityfar beyond what he usually demonstrated.Suddenly, his attention shifted to another figure.Lupin!Lupin appeared weary, his graying hair even more conspicuous against his patched clothes. Snape wasn't sure when Lupin had entered the Great Hall; he stared at Harry with concern.Their eyes met, and Lupin nodded kindly before intently fixing his gaze on Harry.On the gilded platform, Harry struggled to maintain the charm. He couldn't gauge how much time had elapsed; each second felt like an eternity. Still, he yearned to endure a little longer.Perhaps he had already held on for two minutes? That way, Professor Harp wouldn't refuse his request. Harry hoped.Felix's incantations remained steady and formidable, maintaining their unyielding power. Helplessly, Harry watched his own magic pushed back.He gritted his teeth, his vision becoming hazy, the world spinning. He was familiar with this sensation."In the next moment, I should collapse onto the carpeted floor, uncomfortable but not overly painful...""Thud!"Harry crashed to the ground, exclaiming in pain. Tears welled up.Abruptly, he realized he wasn't in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron for special training; he was on the gilded platform in the school's Great Hall, lying on bare, hard wood."Harry... Harry..." A gentle voice reached his ears as someone crouched beside him, but he couldn't distinguish who it was.He faded into unconsciousness.Felix Harp observed Professor Lupin rushing toward Harry in concern and halted from a distance.Unlock exclusive early access to more than 100 chapters before anyone else by becoming a valued member of my Patreon community.As a cherished member of our Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For just $5, you'll receive:Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. check all the novels I'm translating from HERE, all the novels have 100s of exclusive early access chapters and some are complete.Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I should translate next.If you decide to pledge $10, you'll get all the perks from the $5 tier, plus:You get to suggest a Novel Chinese or Korean for me to translate, It may take some time for me to do it but it will be done as soon as possible.Your name prominently featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.And if you're feeling generous with a $20 pledge, you'll unlock all the perks from the $5 tier and $10 tier, plus:You get to recommend a Novel Chinese or Korean and I will immediately start translating it.You get to recommend an abandoned Novel Chinese or Korean and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured at the top of the "Wall of Gratitude".Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
