It's a dark, windy night, when people are killing people and selling goods.

Perhaps to cater for their duel, there are only a few sparse stars left in tonight's night sky. Even the moon is covered by dark clouds. The wind on the astronomy tower is particularly strong. It will definitely not be a good weather tomorrow.

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Hetty glanced indifferently at Longman opposite, first used a shrinking spell to shrink Hermione's note to herself and put it into her robe pocket, and then said expressionlessly, "You don't need me to remind you of the rules of the duel, do I?"

However, Langman's face was full of impatience, and he said in a tone of extreme disgust, "You want me to bow to a despicable Mudblood? Merlin, why not live in peace with those idiots in Gryffindor?"

"Since you don't want to, I won't force you. Anyway, this is just a formality. If I win, don't mess with me again." Hetty sneered, and the hand hanging by her side holding the wand tightened.

She concentrated on watching his every move, "Of course, to show fairness, you will do the counting."

"If you lose, you only need to do one thing." Langman gave a malicious smile. He carefully looked at the girl opposite who was already in fourth grade. Inexplicably, he remembered that particularly pleasant smell. He

Make a duel posture and start counting down, "32"

As soon as the last number fell, Langman quickly waved his wand, pointed it at her and said, "petrificustotalus! (Everyone is petrified)"

A ray of red light shot out from the tip of Langman's wand, but Hetty's reaction was not slow. She cast an armor spell on herself with unusual calmness almost the moment he waved the wand, and an invisible streak immediately appeared around her.

The invisible barrier successfully blocked the red light.

Hetty quickly continued to cast the spell without any pause, "impedimenta! (Obstacles)" As soon as she finished speaking, blue-green sparks quickly hit Longman.

At this moment, Langman's disarming spell also flew over, and the red and green lights collided together. Neither side had any intention of giving in, but soon, the green light overwhelmed the red light and successfully hit it.

he.

Langman's movement was slowed down, and Hetty quickly said, "expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)" The next second, his wand flew directly into her hand, and the result of this short duel was obvious.

Hetty smiled in victory and shook the trophy in her hand at him, "I won. Remember what you promised yourself, otherwise you won't want this wand. Of course, I understand that you young masters

There is no shortage of gold galleons, but more than one person saw the fact that you agreed to duel with me. With this and the wand here, anyone with a discerning eye can see who won. Instead of making a fuss and letting the whole Slytherin know, it would be better

How about abiding by what you promised yourself?"

The obstacle spell on Langman's body had disappeared. He moved his wrist, stared angrily at her smiling face, and spoke with anger, "I promise you, I won't trouble you again in the future!"

Seeing him gnashing his teeth, Hetty was in a good mood and put him and her wand into the narrow pocket of her robe. "In order to prevent you from playing tricks again, I will return the wand to you before entering the lounge."

If looks could kill, she had died more than ten times. Langman had no choice but to contain the anger in his heart and said with an unkind expression, "Then leave quickly!"

Hetty silently rolled her eyes at him and stopped talking nonsense. She simply turned around and walked towards the exit of the astronomy tower. However, she had only walked a few feet when her right wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. When she turned around,

In an instant, he was violently knocked down by another force.

With a "bang", Hetty fell to the cold and hard ground, and unfortunately hit the back of her head. A steady stream of pain hit her instantly. "His" she squinted her eyes and frowned, subconsciously reaching out to touch her.

The back of the head was imprisoned on the ground.

"Damn Mudblood! How dare you threaten me?" Longman had already taken back his wand and successfully clamped her hand. He could clearly smell the aroma emanating from her body, and he only paused for a second.

He leaned directly into her neck and breathed greedily.

Hetty was a little anxious. This guy was too heavy and she couldn't push him away with her strength. Moreover, her hand was still restricted and she couldn't get the wand. She had to struggle as much as possible, "Decker Longman,

What are you doing!? Get out of my way!"

However, no matter how Hetty yelled, Longman seemed not to hear him, until he slowly raised his head and looked at her with a strange look, "In fact, you are quite pretty, no wonder Malfoy would like you."

This mudblood, he has already dumped you, hasn't he? Why not, how can you be with me?"

"What?" Hetty looked at him in horror. It seemed like this guy was thinking about how to teach her a lesson just a minute ago, right? Why did he suddenly seem to have taken the wrong medicine? She hesitated for a moment, and then spoke sarcastically.

, "I didn't seem to hurt you with the magic spell, right? Why did your brain break?"

Sure enough, her words made Longman's face darker, but he still resisted the urge to use the curse, "You stupid woman who doesn't know what to do, you should know that it is impossible for the Malfoy family to accept a mudblood.

, the result is here too, isn’t it?”

"Even if that's the case, what does it have to do with you? Bastard, let me go!" Hetty didn't want to waste any time with him, and tried to break free of her wrists, but it still didn't work. She began to regret why she didn't just let him go directly.

If the petrochemicals are thrown here, the cold wind will blow.

Langman snorted coldly, then suddenly lowered his head and approached her, "Although I don't want to pick up what Malfoy doesn't want, but if you want to defeat the enemy, you must first understand him. You are a good place to start, what do you think?"

Hetty turned her head away, the anger level in her heart was constantly rising. What the hell kind of logic was this? One moment she called her a lowly mudblood, and the next moment she did this. It was really an old-fashioned method.

"Langman, do you like me?" Hetty glanced at him sideways and asked without hesitation. Sure enough, she caught his look of surprise when he was exposed, and then she saw him forcefully force himself out of anger.

Come over here.

But before he could say a word, Hetty felt a lightness on her body and heard a muffled grunt. She quickly stood up and found that the person a few feet away from her was already lying on his side on the ground with a rope tied to his body.

Hetty also pulled out her wand to defend herself. She glanced around but didn't find anyone else. She immediately felt a little strange. She looked down at Longman who was trying to pick up her wand on the ground, and deliberately kicked his wand farther away.

, and then just said, "Pick it up slowly, you bastard!" and ran towards the stairs of the Astronomy Tower without stopping.

As for Langman, he was still moving towards his wand pitifully. It wasn't that he didn't want to call for help, but that he couldn't speak now. He actually found help, this damn Mudblood!

Hetty's experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts did not allow her to be exempted from the course, but the fake Moody was asked not to use the Unforgivable Curse in front of students, but this was of no use to him.

Hetty, on the other hand, was summoned by the fake Moody the next day. This so-called conversation was where the professor comforted the students, expressed his apology, and learned more about the Cruciatus Curse that happened to her on the day of the Quidditch World Cup.

something.

After she finished speaking, she felt a burst of sympathy and regret, and also told her many aspects of the evil things the Death Eaters had done with the Unforgivable Curse. She almost wanted to go up and praise him, "Brother, your acting skills are probably even better than those of your superiors."

Nothing compares to it”

So, in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class at the end of September, the fake Moody started to "become a monster" again. He announced that he would cast the Imperius Curse on each student to demonstrate the magic of this spell and see if they could resist it.

influence.

Hermione was the first to stand up and express her objection politely, "Professor, you said it is illegal, and using it on others would be dangerous."

"Don't get me wrong, Miss Granger, it's Professor Dumbledore who wants to teach you how to feel." The fake Moody's magic eye turned around and stared at Hermione sinisterly and unblinkingly, "If you are willing

Learn in a more cruel way, wait for others to recite this spell to you, and completely control you in the palm of their hands, that’s good, I agree, you can go.”

Hermione was silent. She looked worriedly at Hetty beside her, but her hand was held in hers, "Don't worry, I'm fine." After being comforted, she calmed down. In fact, she didn't want to miss such an important event.

A lesson, of course, for Hetty too.

Fake Moody began to call the students to come forward in turn and recite the Imperius Curse to them. Under the influence of the spell, they made the most abnormal behavior one after another.

For example, Slytherin's Parkinson made a particularly funny move under the control of the Imperius Curse, and then started to stand up straight and sing the national anthem. Even Hermione spun around in circles a few times abnormally, and then again now

Get on the chair and then jump off.

Finally, it was Hetty's turn. The fake Moody used the Imperius Curse on her. After being hit by the curse, she felt that her mind went blank. All her thoughts and worries were swept away, leaving only a haze.

She was filled with joy that was invisible and intangible. She felt extremely relaxed standing there, but she vaguely felt that everyone was looking at her.

Then, Hetty heard the fake Moody's distant voice, which seemed to come from afar, "Come over to the podium and take the spider back."

Hetty walked over obediently and was already opening the jar of spiders. She stared blankly at the spider in the transparent jar. A voice in her mind was yelling not to listen to him, but her hands were moving on their own.

She can't stop it.

Hetty's hand to open the jar paused but then continued and paused. She kept resisting the order. She looked up at the students underground, but her eyes stayed on the boy with light golden hair. Gradually, the thoughts in her mind

The blank space that symbolized happiness seemed to be gradually filled with something, and the fake Moody's voice was slowly replaced by another extremely familiar voice deep in the memory.

Finally, Hetty opened the jar, but she didn't pick up the spider. She just stared at Malfoy, but she cried when she looked at it.

As the first student to show obvious resistance, Hetty scored 10 points for Slytherin. No one knew what she had experienced in these short minutes, and perhaps no one wanted to know, because they all cried suddenly because of her.

interrupted.

Therefore, Fake Moody did not embarrass Hetty and did not really ask her to demonstrate a few more times. He probably thought that she still had the sequelae of these unforgivable curses. Of course, other students also thought so.

But Malfoy knew that his and her eyes were touching, and he didn't show how much he cared about her. But at the moment when she cried, he almost couldn't help but want to go forward and hug her, but he couldn't help it.

Yes, he knew it couldn't be done now.

Langman didn't bother her again, and even pretended not to see her when he saw her. This made Hetty finally breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that this guy still had some principles.

But the House Elf Promotion Association on Hermione's side was in full swing. Hetty really didn't want to wear that badge, which could easily make people think it meant "vomiting". However, the unlucky Weasley could only wear it.

After all, he borrowed a lot of homework from Hermione.

Hetty took her plan one step further. She now carries a looking glass with her every day. Sure enough, as long as she encounters fake Moody, the looking glass will issue a warning. Even if it cannot identify him as a Death Eater, it still proves it.

He has a problem.
Chapter completed!