Chapter 50: Revelation
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Chapter 50: Revelation
The two of them stopped casting spells almost simultaneously, a perfect display of synchronization.
"Marvelous! A battle of equals!" Professor Lockhart's voice chimed in at the right moment. "Did you see that? How perfectly in sync they are! I bet these two professors practice spells together often in private, two cunning fellows!"
Snape's face was dark and grim. He remained silent, stepping down from the stage. However, he didn't leave; instead, he positioned himself in the shadows.
Their exchange was less of a duel and more of a probing.
Indeed, Snape still held a few dark spells in reserve, but those were learned from the Dark Lord, and he hadn't used them since that time, as they held little meaning. And Felix... What about his ancient magic? His alchemical creations? Dark magic?
In the midst of the duel, Felix's magical prowess continued to grow stronger. Would that be his limit when the duel ended? Snape attempted to assess Felix's strength, but he found himself unable to see clearly.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
Felix calmly descended from the stage, and the crowd automatically made way, gazes of awe shifting between Snape and Felix among the young wizards.
From the perspective of these young wizards, the duel was a tie, with no clear winner. Although Professor Harp appeared incredibly composed, didn't Snape also pierce through two Ironclad Hexes with a single incantation?
Those were, after all, the most formidable defensive spells most young wizards knew.
"Snape is unexpectedly powerful!" Ron exclaimed, obviously taken aback.
"Professor Harp holds Snape in high regard," Hermione whispered. She was somewhat worried, as to complete the complex potion, they'd likely have to break into Snape's private stores. If they were caught...
Harry remained silent. The recent duel had stirred his blood, making him wish he could take the place of either combatant. However, he realized that while he might be able to see each spell clearly, if he were in their shoes, he might not be able to dodge even the first one.
At this point, Professor Lockhart returned to the center of the stage, his spirits high as he delivered a speech. "It seems the demonstration went well. I'm sure you're all eager—my goodness, I want to cast spells as smoothly as our three professors, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're still far from reaching that level!"
Ron muttered something under his breath, and though Harry couldn't hear, he had a strong suspicion it was a criticism of Professor Lockhart, as he felt much the same way.
"Now, according to the plan, we'll select two representatives to showcase their skills. How about Longbottom and Finchley?"
"I find this choice inappropriate, Professor Lockhart," Snape regained his composure and swiftly ascended the stairs, his robes swirling like a bat gracefully gliding across the stage.
"Even using the simplest spells, Longbottom can cause unexpectedly profound damage. If he were to participate," Snape's gaze turned icy, sweeping from Felix to the crowd, "we might end up fitting Finchley's remains into a matchbox."
Laughter erupted among Slytherin students.
However, he quickly realized something was amiss. The Great Hall fell into an unnerving silence.
Everyone's gazes fixed on him with a disconcerting intensity. Justin trembled, shouting, "What kind of trick are you playing?" He dashed out of the Great Hall like a startled rabbit.
Snape stepped forward, transforming the prone serpent into a wisp of black smoke. His gaze was just as intense, carrying so much beneath the surface that Harry couldn't begin to understand.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, accompanied by pointing—certainly not a good sign. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.
Just then, he felt someone tugging at the back of his robes.
"Come on," Ron whispered, "let's go—quickly."
"But why—"
"Don't ask, Harry. Let's just go."
Ron and Hermione practically dragged him out, leaving the Great Hall.
The crowd naturally parted on both sides, and as they exited, a cacophony of discussions erupted behind them.
Meanwhile, Felix stood still, the recent events playing back in his mind.
Parseltongue...
Harry Potter was a Parselmouth.
All the inexplicable moments connected—the times Hermione had hesitated before asking him questions only other wizards couldn't hear, her unusual interest in magical creatures of the snake variety after the attack...
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Chapter 50: Revelation
The two of them stopped casting spells almost simultaneously, a perfect display of synchronization.
"Marvelous! A battle of equals!" Professor Lockhart's voice chimed in at the right moment. "Did you see that? How perfectly in sync they are! I bet these two professors practice spells together often in private, two cunning fellows!"
Snape's face was dark and grim. He remained silent, stepping down from the stage. However, he didn't leave; instead, he positioned himself in the shadows.
Their exchange was less of a duel and more of a probing.
Indeed, Snape still held a few dark spells in reserve, but those were learned from the Dark Lord, and he hadn't used them since that time, as they held little meaning. And Felix... What about his ancient magic? His alchemical creations? Dark magic?
In the midst of the duel, Felix's magical prowess continued to grow stronger. Would that be his limit when the duel ended? Snape attempted to assess Felix's strength, but he found himself unable to see clearly.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
Felix calmly descended from the stage, and the crowd automatically made way, gazes of awe shifting between Snape and Felix among the young wizards.
From the perspective of these young wizards, the duel was a tie, with no clear winner. Although Professor Harp appeared incredibly composed, didn't Snape also pierce through two Ironclad Hexes with a single incantation?
Those were, after all, the most formidable defensive spells most young wizards knew.
"Snape is unexpectedly powerful!" Ron exclaimed, obviously taken aback.
"Professor Harp holds Snape in high regard," Hermione whispered. She was somewhat worried, as to complete the complex potion, they'd likely have to break into Snape's private stores. If they were caught...
Harry remained silent. The recent duel had stirred his blood, making him wish he could take the place of either combatant. However, he realized that while he might be able to see each spell clearly, if he were in their shoes, he might not be able to dodge even the first one.
At this point, Professor Lockhart returned to the center of the stage, his spirits high as he delivered a speech. "It seems the demonstration went well. I'm sure you're all eager—my goodness, I want to cast spells as smoothly as our three professors, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're still far from reaching that level!"
Ron muttered something under his breath, and though Harry couldn't hear, he had a strong suspicion it was a criticism of Professor Lockhart, as he felt much the same way.
"Now, according to the plan, we'll select two representatives to showcase their skills. How about Longbottom and Finchley?"
"I find this choice inappropriate, Professor Lockhart," Snape regained his composure and swiftly ascended the stairs, his robes swirling like a bat gracefully gliding across the stage.
"Even using the simplest spells, Longbottom can cause unexpectedly profound damage. If he were to participate," Snape's gaze turned icy, sweeping from Felix to the crowd, "we might end up fitting Finchley's remains into a matchbox."
Laughter erupted among Slytherin students.
However, he quickly realized something was amiss. The Great Hall fell into an unnerving silence.
Everyone's gazes fixed on him with a disconcerting intensity. Justin trembled, shouting, "What kind of trick are you playing?" He dashed out of the Great Hall like a startled rabbit.
Snape stepped forward, transforming the prone serpent into a wisp of black smoke. His gaze was just as intense, carrying so much beneath the surface that Harry couldn't begin to understand.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, accompanied by pointing—certainly not a good sign. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.
Just then, he felt someone tugging at the back of his robes.
"Come on," Ron whispered, "let's go—quickly."
"But why—"
"Don't ask, Harry. Let's just go."
Ron and Hermione practically dragged him out, leaving the Great Hall.
The crowd naturally parted on both sides, and as they exited, a cacophony of discussions erupted behind them.
Meanwhile, Felix stood still, the recent events playing back in his mind.
Parseltongue...
Harry Potter was a Parselmouth.
All the inexplicable moments connected—the times Hermione had hesitated before asking him questions only other wizards couldn't hear, her unusual interest in magical creatures of the snake variety after the attack...
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Chapter 50: RevelationThe two of them stopped casting spells almost simultaneously, a perfect display of synchronization."Marvelous! A battle of equals!" Professor Lockhart's voice chimed in at the right moment. "Did you see that? How perfectly in sync they are! I bet these two professors practice spells together often in private, two cunning fellows!"Snape's face was dark and grim. He remained silent, stepping down from the stage. However, he didn't leave; instead, he positioned himself in the shadows.Their exchange was less of a duel and more of a probing.Indeed, Snape still held a few dark spells in reserve, but those were learned from the Dark Lord, and he hadn't used them since that time, as they held little meaning. And Felix... What about his ancient magic? His alchemical creations? Dark magic?In the midst of the duel, Felix's magical prowess continued to grow stronger. Would that be his limit when the duel ended? Snape attempted to assess Felix's strength, but he found himself unable to see clearly.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.Felix calmly descended from the stage, and the crowd automatically made way, gazes of awe shifting between Snape and Felix among the young wizards.From the perspective of these young wizards, the duel was a tie, with no clear winner. Although Professor Harp appeared incredibly composed, didn't Snape also pierce through two Ironclad Hexes with a single incantation?Those were, after all, the most formidable defensive spells most young wizards knew."Snape is unexpectedly powerful!" Ron exclaimed, obviously taken aback."Professor Harp holds Snape in high regard," Hermione whispered. She was somewhat worried, as to complete the complex potion, they'd likely have to break into Snape's private stores. If they were caught...Harry remained silent. The recent duel had stirred his blood, making him wish he could take the place of either combatant. However, he realized that while he might be able to see each spell clearly, if he were in their shoes, he might not be able to dodge even the first one.At this point, Professor Lockhart returned to the center of the stage, his spirits high as he delivered a speech. "It seems the demonstration went well. I'm sure you're all eagermy goodness, I want to cast spells as smoothly as our three professors, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're still far from reaching that level!"Ron muttered something under his breath, and though Harry couldn't hear, he had a strong suspicion it was a criticism of Professor Lockhart, as he felt much the same way."Now, according to the plan, we'll select two representatives to showcase their skills. How about Longbottom and Finchley?""I find this choice inappropriate, Professor Lockhart," Snape regained his composure and swiftly ascended the stairs, his robes swirling like a bat gracefully gliding across the stage."Even using the simplest spells, Longbottom can cause unexpectedly profound damage. If he were to participate," Snape's gaze turned icy, sweeping from Felix to the crowd, "we might end up fitting Finchley's remains into a matchbox."Laughter erupted among Slytherin students.However, he quickly realized something was amiss. The Great Hall fell into an unnerving silence.Everyone's gazes fixed on him with a disconcerting intensity. Justin trembled, shouting, "What kind of trick are you playing?" He dashed out of the Great Hall like a startled rabbit.Snape stepped forward, transforming the prone serpent into a wisp of black smoke. His gaze was just as intense, carrying so much beneath the surface that Harry couldn't begin to understand.Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, accompanied by pointingcertainly not a good sign. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.Just then, he felt someone tugging at the back of his robes."Come on," Ron whispered, "let's goquickly.""But why""Don't ask, Harry. Let's just go."Ron and Hermione practically dragged him out, leaving the Great Hall.The crowd naturally parted on both sides, and as they exited, a cacophony of discussions erupted behind them.Meanwhile, Felix stood still, the recent events playing back in his mind.Parseltongue...Harry Potter was a Parselmouth.All the inexplicable moments connectedthe times Hermione had hesitated before asking him questions only other wizards couldn't hear, her unusual interest in magical creatures of the snake variety after the attack...Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
