Chapter 396 Dumbledore is old?
Snape and Sirius stood on the Quidditch field and started the deathmatch that had lasted twelve years.
Sirius launched the first attack, and the black moonlight flew towards Snape. After being thrown away, he immediately launched a second spell, which was blocked by a magic shield this time.
Sirius' attacks were violent and swift, up and down, left and right, but Snape blocked them one by one.
The light of the curse jumped chaotically, bouncing back to the ground, and the students fled in all directions, and a large open space soon spread out around the two of them.
A few rounds later, the tide turned and Snape switched from defense to offense, the air was filled with flames, and he nearly licked Sirius' hair, forcing him to fall back.
Snape waved his wand, and the flame turned into a fiery snake in mid-air, howling and biting towards Sirius.
Sirius raised his wand above his head, and the iron armor spell blocked the impact of the poisonous snake, and there was a loud sound echoing on the field.
Sirius once again rushed forward to counterattack, but Snape easily blocked it with a wave of his wand, and a white glow as bright as lightning burst out on his head.
Many students shouted excitedly to cheer for their professors.
"Fuck him! Fuck him! Professor Snape fucked Black hard!"
"Come on! Come on! Professor Black! Teach Snape a lesson!"
As time passed, Snape moved faster and faster, and Sirius could barely hold back.
That's normal... Sirius was in his early twenties when he went to prison, just a few years after graduating from Hogwarts.
His strength was still in a stage of rapid growth, but he was directly imprisoned in Azkaban before he experienced substantial development.
Even because of the influence of the dementors, Sirius' strength declined rapidly, and he might not be as good as his eighteen-year-old self.
But in the past twelve years, Snape has not been abandoned at Hogwarts, and he is still honing his magical skills.
Whether it is experience or the study of magic, the current Sirius is far inferior to Snape.
Seeing that Sirius was in a panic, the anxious Harry flew over on the Firebolt. He took out his wand, pointed at Snape and shouted:
"Disarm you!"
But it missed, and the curse flew over Snape's head, and he sneered:
"Sneak attack? Potter, you want to follow your dirty father and besiege me with Black, don't you? I said no... no!"
With a loud bang, Harry was blown backwards and fell hard to the ground, sending his wand flying out of his hand.
But Snape held back, and Harry quickly stood up again, limping to retrieve his wand.
Seeing that Harry was fine, Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't come here, Harry!
This is my battle with Snape, you are not allowed to intervene! "
"It's okay, Black. Anyway, you only dared to attack me with Potter back then, you never dared to fight alone." Snape said with a contemptuous expression:
"Sirius, you should wear a skirt and act like a woman, then I will show mercy."
Sirius spat out a mouthful of saliva and said ferociously, "Go to hell!"
At this moment, accompanied by a flash of fire, Dumbledore's figure appeared on the Quidditch field.
"Stop it, both of you, stop it immediately!"
But Snape and Sirius had already played a real fight, and they both ignored Dumbledore, and they were still going around in circles, killing each other, jumping back and forth, spells flying around, and shouting and cursing.
The look on Dumbledore's face was always mild and calm, but those blue eyes were full of disappointment and anger.
He walked slowly towards the two of them, reached out, grabbed a wand, and waved it lightly.
Silver flashes swirled in the arena, and then the spring thunder exploded, shaking the ground.
During the explosion, Dumbledore's beard and hair were like snow, and his robe was fluttering in the wind. He who has always been gentle and kind, showed a daunting self-prestige.
After the dust settled, Rove looked towards the center of the arena again and took a deep breath.
Snape and Sirius, who were beaten to death just now, were already lying motionless on the ground, and passed out directly.
The deathmatch started suddenly and ended immediately, so fast that everyone was dumbfounded.
The Quidditch field was suddenly dead silent.
The phoenix Fawkes flew in a big circle above their heads, chirping softly, not knowing whether it was pity or ridicule.
Professor McGonagall in the distance also sighed.
She hadn't seen Dumbledore in years, but really thought he was old?
These young people... are really ignorant and fearless!
"Minerva, send the two of them to the school hospital." Dumbledore said solemnly:
"If you still want to fight, ask Madam Pomfrey to give them the water of life and death... the highest concentration, let them have a good sleep!"
Mag's face was already as pale as a mushroom, so it's hard to describe whether it has become whiter. She nodded slightly and said:
"yes!"
Dumbledore walked away without saying a word.
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A big melee between Gryffindor and Slytherin ended like this.
To everyone's surprise, Snape and Sirius were the most seriously injured.
This was the first time the students had seen Dumbledore make a move. He just cast a spell and knocked out two wizards who were in their prime... It was too exaggerated.
So much so that those students who said every day that Dumbledore was old and could defeat him with a disarming spell and a sliding shovel quickly shut up.
In this melee, Malfoy took advantage of the chaos to steal the chicken, captured the Golden Snitch, and won the game.
But it is a pity that their total points did not exceed Gryffindor, and they still failed to reach the finals.
But Malfoy doesn't care about that, he only knows that if he wins Potter, he can play for the rest of his life!
After Snape and Sirius woke up, they wanted to fight again, but Madam Pomfrey poured the powerful life-death water into them, and slept for another day and night before they dared to toss about again.
But Snape was adamant that Harry used his wand during the match, attacking Goyle and Crabbe.
As a student carrying punishment, he should be expelled.
Professor McGonagall believes that Goyle and Crabbe are not the audience, but the attackers, and of course Harry can fight back.
Snape, who knew he was helpless, thought that the students of the Slytherin Quidditch team had to be suspended for fighting.
Similarly, Gryffindor was also suspended.
To die together, he would rather let Hufflepuff win than Gryffindor!
Now Professor McGonagall has no way to refute.
In the end, Slytherin was banned for five and Gryffindor for four, except for the twins, Harry and Agilina.
Before the Easter holiday came, Hufflepuff College held a grand party, opened champagne at halftime, celebrated a month in advance, and won the Quidditch Cup for this school year.
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