Chapter 84: A Sharp Comment on Gail Green "I'm not." Although he didn't know why Professor Gale suddenly asked this, Bruce still denied it frankly. "Dumbledore's favorite student should be Harry Potter," he said. The boy who lived could make even Snape less mean. Bruce admits that he does not have this charm. "Harry Potter..." Professor Gale took note of the name. Then, as if he had foreseen the future, he stretched out his hand. "Give me what Dumbledore asked you to deliver." Bruce took out the test tube and handed it to Professor Gale.
As soon as he got the test tube, Professor Gail came to his conclusion. "It's very interesting. It's magic I've never seen before." He observed the thread of memory, on which a wisp of black gas with a green glow would occasionally emerge. "This is not a known dark magic. You can tell Dumbledore. I need some time to study it." "Good professor." Now that the stuff had been delivered, Bruce had no reason to stay here any longer. He turned around and prepared to leave when Professor Gale suddenly spoke behind him. "I remember Gryffindor's dueling class is tomorrow, right?" "Yes." Bruce turned back and nodded in confirmation of Professor Gale's inquiry. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff will take this dueling class together. "That's good." Professor Gale said with satisfaction. …… the next day. When Bruce walked into the duel classroom, many students were already standing there. Hermione waved to Bruce, motioning him to come over and stand with her. Neville was also there, holding his wand anxiously, very nervous about the upcoming lessons. The duel classroom is different from ordinary classrooms. There are no desks here and it looks very empty. A wooden stage was built in the middle, with many training puppets around it.
Professor Gale arrived without making any noise, and when everyone noticed him, he was already standing on the stage. "It looks like you're ready." Professor Gale glanced at the little wizards below, and everyone had their wands in their hands. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the crowd, as if he was giving a great speech. "Two months ago, your principal approached me, hoping to open a course that could fully train your dueling skills." Gale said to the young wizards, "After all, you all know that perhaps in the near future, you will have to face a change in the wizarding world, or even a war. "By then, you should at least have some ability to protect yourself." He spoke without reservation and mentioned the war in front of the students without any hesitation. The little wizards looked at each other, with uneasiness on their faces. "Dumbledore's original plan was for me to teach you some defensive methods, but I don't think that's possible." Gale pulled out his wand, and it was obvious that it was a very new wand. "I always believe that the best defense is offense. Instead of constantly using defensive spells, it is better to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible! "Next, I will teach you a spell that is suitable for your current age. "The inventor of this spell was a great magical genius. He once started a war and became the nightmare of countless people." As soon as these words were spoken, fear immediately showed on the faces of the little wizards. With this description, could it be that person? ! "It seems you have already guessed who it is." Gale's lips curled up into a smile, "Now, who can tell me the name of this genius?" brush-- Hermione raised her hand immediately. "Miss Granger, you go ahead." With Gale's encouraging eyes, Hermione plucked up her courage and said loudly, "It's the You-Know-Who, sir!" "Very creative answer." Gale smiled, "Ten points deducted from Gryffindor." Hermione was completely confused, she even suspected that she had heard it wrongly. Was Professor Gale sure he meant to deduct points, not add points? "Hermione." Harry, who was standing on the other side, suddenly reminded in a low voice, "Professor Gale asked for a name, and you were talking about the mysterious man." It was then that Hermione realized what was happening. So that's what the professor meant for her to overcome her fear and bravely say Voldemort's name? It seems that I didn't understand the meaning, so it's not unfair that I was deducted points.
Gale stood on the stage, glancing at the young wizards. "Is there anyone who can answer this? I'll remind you again that you should think about the word genius." He said, "Think about it, besides Dumbledore, who else can deserve the title of genius wizard!" Harry looked around. No one raised their hand. Everyone seemed to be hesitating. It was still too difficult for them to say the name Voldemort. "It looks like it has to be me." Dumbledore, Harry thought, had once told him to always use the correct name for things. Fear of a name intensifies the fear of the thing itself. Now is the time to lead by example yourself. Harry looked determined and raised his hand bravely. Professor Gale was very satisfied when he saw Harry raise his hand. "Harry Potter, I'm waiting for you. Tell me that name! The genius who is as famous as Dumbledore!" "It's Voldemort!" Harry said loudly, his eyes determined to be a role model for everyone. After the name came out, the scene became quiet instantly. Including Professor Gale, all the subsequent words he had prepared were held back by this name. Harry sensed something was wrong with the professor and asked tentatively, "Professor, did I answer wrong?" "No, you are right, absolutely right!" Gale said expressionlessly, "Potter, please come to the stage." Under the gaze of all his classmates, Harry walked to the other end of the duel stage and faced the professor. He looked a little bewildered, totally unaware of what was going on. "Don't be nervous, Potter, it's just a demonstration, you can attack me with your strongest spell now." Gale said coldly. Harry heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out to be just a duel demonstration. He then tightly gripped his wand, his mind racing as he wondered what kind of lethal magic he had learned. But the harder he thought, the more his mind became a mess and he couldn't think of anything. "If only Seamus had come." He thought of his roommate, Seamus Finnigan, who had a talent for turning all spells into explosive spells.
"What are you still hesitating about, Potter!" Gale said unhappily, "If you were to hesitate like this, you would have been dead on the battlefield!" There is no other way, just give it a try! Harry gritted his teeth and chanted the spell loudly. "Except you——" Gale suddenly took the lead and swung his wand. A bright red flash flew out from his wand and struck Harry. Harry suddenly lost his balance, his body flew into the air and spun several times before falling heavily onto the dueling stage. "Stand up, Potter." Gale's tone was still cold, "Our demonstration is not over yet." The little wizards were silent. Over Bruce's shoulder, Katum made some sarcastic remarks. "It seems that Gale Green is still a little bit short of his potential. He was angered by just one sentence. In my opinion, he is not as good as Voldemort." Owl commented sharply: "Voldemort will not be led by the nose." (End of this chapter)