Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 58, Part 3: The Heroes' Classroom - Fighting the Elf

Upon hearing Harry's words, Snape was so enraged that his internal organs seemed to explode and his soul seemed to ascend to heaven.

He pointed his wand at Harry, gnashing his twenty-eight teeth fiercely, and roared, "How dare you! Harry James Potter! How dare you say such a thing to me!"

The gruff fellow flew into a rage, and Harry, assuming he was furious because his secret had been exposed, sneered, "If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place. You wear your heart on your sleeve, how could I not know?"

"Written on my face? Me, written on my face?!" Snape snarled. "Come, Mr. Potter, tell me, where am I written on my face?"

Harry snorted and said, "As the ancients said, 'Your appearance reflects your heart, and your circumstances change with your mind.' These Patronus spirits all follow the thoughts in your heart. You, summoning a female, aren't you just wearing your thoughts on your sleeve!"

"Of all things under heaven, male and female, you summoned a doe, as if to say I don't know that my father's guardian spirit is a stag!"

After hearing Harry's words, Snape was also stunned.

What is he saying?

He said I like James Porter?

When he came to his senses, Snape trembled as if he were jumping or throwing divination sticks, trying to suppress the anger in his heart before he could finally stop the spell of "Divine Sharpness".

"I like James? What nonsense are you talking about!"

Seeing his denial, Harry sneered and bluntly said, "Ha, you still won't admit it?"

"Just tell me one thing: how come the guardian deity is a doe? Doesn't that mean it has to mate with a stag?"

Snape was already furious. He wouldn't admit that it wasn't a match for James's stag, but he also refused to admit that it was a tribute to Lily.

He was at a loss for words and couldn't utter a sound for a long time, which only made Harry laugh coldly.

Seeing Harry's cold smile, Snape felt a surge of anger rising within him. He was about to accuse Harry of spreading rumors and deduct points from his score, but he didn't want to make the rumor public.

It was precisely because he had things to say but couldn't say them, and bitterness in his heart that Snape almost suffocated from frustration.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Snape pointed his cane at the classroom door and shouted, "The Sharpshooter!"

A flash of light appeared, and the door was blasted to pieces, leaving Harry astonished.

"What a powerful spell! I wonder what grade level it's available for."

"What grade? Dream on, Potter!" Snape snapped. "This is a spell I created myself; you'll never learn it in your lifetime!"

He grew increasingly vicious, yet Harry felt no anger.

She merely bowed slightly, gave him a pitying look, and then left.

With Harry gone, Snape unleashed his curses, smashing the underground classroom to pieces.

The next morning, Harry and the others went to the herbalism class.

Professor Sprout led everyone into the third greenhouse, where they all wore noise-canceling earmuffs, to work on the mandrake.

This grass root looks like a baby, and only knows howling. According to Sproud, if it were a mature mandrake, it could kill a person with just one cry.

Sprout instructed everyone to transplant the mandrake, and Harry had just pulled it up when a series of wails erupted, which even earplugs couldn't stop.

Harry, annoyed by the noise, pulled out his ring knife and chopped the mandrake in his hand into a hundred pieces, stunning the professor, astonishing his classmates, and even the other newly sprouted mandrakes forgot to cry out.

After getting some peace and quiet, Harry laughed and said, "These damn brats really need to be taught a lesson."

In the afternoon, the group went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where Lockhart had been waiting for them for a long time.

Upon seeing Harry, she said obsequiously, "Oh! Very nice attire, with a knife and arm guards, a classic retro style."

"Gryffindor gets a point, for your style, Harry!"

It should be noted that Lockhart knew Harry was a rich young master, and serving him well was more profitable than selling many books.

He came to Hogwarts with the intention of cultivating a relationship with him and leveraging his fame.

The students were stunned. Could fashion really be a plus?

Harry was completely bewildered, so he could only cup his hands in thanks and say, "Thank you for the compliment, Professor."

After class started, Luhart handed out a stack of papers, saying it was for the opening exam.

Harry looked closely and saw that it was all about Lockhart's personal life.

Harry was completely baffled by her favorite colors, food preferences, and shampoo.

He gave a random answer and handed it in to everyone else.

Just as Lockhart was about to examine them one by one, the cage beside him began to shake violently.

Malfoy couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what's in that cage?"

Lockhart chuckled, "Oh~ this little snake can't wait any longer? There are very dangerous creatures inside, you'd better be prepared!"

After saying that, he lifted the cloth covering the cage, and saw several little blue-skinned elves inside.

"That's right! The Cornish elves were all just captured, and they're all holding back a lot of fire."

The students couldn't help but laugh when they saw these little elves.

"Professor," Seamus suppressed a laugh, "they don't seem dangerous."

Malfoy puffed out his sleeve and said slowly, "I think I could take them down with just one arm, without even needing a wand."

Feeling slighted, Lockhart was displeased. He opened the cage door and called out, "Alright, little wizards, since you're so confident, let me see how you handle these elves!"

With the exit wide open, these little sprites rushed out and ran rampant throughout the classroom.

The students were startled and screamed repeatedly. Neville was thrown out of the window by the ear pulled by two elves.

Seeing the situation was turning against him, Lockhart quickly grabbed his wand and cried out, "Don't be afraid, children, I'm coming!"

Just as he was about to cast a spell, a little elf snatched his wand away.

"Oh, okay! Anyone want to stay and chase away the sprites? I'll give you extra points!"

The students either ran away or fled; none of them wanted to stay. Ron and Hermione, however, were eager to try.

"Harry, let Hermione and I give it a try." Ron rubbed his hands together, patted his arms, and said, "I've been practicing all summer, and I haven't used it yet."

Hermione nodded in agreement, "That's right, I have to try my methods too."

These two wanted to stay, so how could Harry refuse?

He drew his dagger, grabbed his wand, and shouted, "What my elder sister and brothers say is quite right! Today, they will teach us a lesson!"

Lockhart was overjoyed that all three of them wanted to stay. He rushed outside, shouting, "I knew I hadn't misjudged you, Harry! Five points for Gryffindor—for your courage!"

"Oh, and Slytherin too, five points for that!"

Upon hearing this, Harry, Malfoy, and the other two became suspicious and turned around to look, only to see Malfoy standing right behind them.

A mischievous sprite wreaked havoc in the classroom, prompting Lockhart to call upon his troops. The sworn brothers responded in unison, adding points for their courage. Both the Lionheart and Snakehead houses received points, and it turned out Malfoy had decided to stay, settling in firmly. But why did Malfoy stay? We'll find out in the next chapter.