Cyrus saw Malfoy walking over with his toes high, followed by a girl with a big waist and a round waist, apparently Miss Paste that Snape was talking about.

At the same time, he also saw Fred and George not far away hiding in the crowd and waving at him, and Fred tried to make a mouth shape so that he would not forget to teach the Slytherin students.

"As for you, Ginny Weasley - I think someone would be willing to partner with you." Snape sneered, "Flint, here's your chance. ”

He stepped out of the way, and a man stronger than a chimpanzee walked out with a cruel smile. The voices in the hall were quiet, and Fred and George could no longer wave their arms, as if they had been petrified by the basilisk.

"He's finally gone crazy!" Ron couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately spoke out loud what was in his heart.

Snape immediately glared back with a fierce gaze, but this time Ron didn't back down at all. Isn't it crazy to have a first-grader go against a sixth-grader? Not to mention that Marcus Flint had been attacked by Ginny before, and this time he was obviously prepared!

"Professor, I think that's unreasonable!" Percy also walked out with a frown and stopped in front of Cyrus, "I can be a couple with Flint." ”

It is true that he is a good student, but that does not mean that he is willing to obey all the unreasonable demands of a professor.

"The students are right......" Lockhart rubbed his palms and said cautiously, he didn't dare to contradict Snape's opinion now, but Snape's assignment was just too outrageous, "We set up a club to teach young wizards to have a certain ability to resist in the face of danger, and not—"

"I think Flint has the ability to play a 'danger,' what do you think?" Snape sneered, "Or is Miss Weasley, who is good at sneak attacks, look down on this defeated man?" ”

The others tried to say something, but were interrupted by Cyrus.

"Just him." Cyrus nodded, "I think Professor Snape is right about one thing, at least he looks like a very dangerous, brainless troll. It turns out that Slytherin House now admits such students. It's a shame. ”

This immediately offended a large group of Slytherins, and Malfoy, who was supposed to deal with Harry, was eager to cast a spell on Cyrus right now.

The most annoyed was of course Marcus Flint himself.

"Just wait and see!" He cruelly walked to the side, pulling a proper distance.

The rest of the students were scattered, and even the little wizard who had already divided his opponent did not start a duel on his own at this moment, but watched this competition with a huge disparity in strength. The Slytherins were even more folded in their hands, intending to see the joke.

Snape looked at Sellers expectantly, he wanted to see "Ginny Weasley" in real form.

Last year, Dumbledore asked him to keep an eye on Quirrell, and as a result, Quirrell became Voldemort's puppet. It's not sure what Ginny Weasley is in front of you! How could a young wizard in the first year resist his dementorship?

"You shouldn't have agreed!" Hermione tugged at Cyrus' sleeve, and Ron and Harry were reluctant to leave. They each held their wands and watched vigilantly at Marcus Flint to prevent him from sneaking up on him.

"Otherwise, let's go, and there's no requirement that you have to join the club." Hermione suggested.

"It's okay, what's there to be afraid of?" Sellers said unconcernedly.

"We're with you!" Ron took a deep breath as he gripped the broken wand with magic tape attached to it.

"Don't make any trouble, but Harry can stay." Cyrus pushed Ron away, turned to Harry, and said, "You can do that trick that Lockhart taught you—"

"What?" Harry was blindsided all of a sudden, when did Lockhart teach him the secrets?

"Remove your bones!"

With that, Cyrus pushed Harry out of the way, drew his wand and stood in front of Flint.

Harry and the others tried to follow, but Snape flicked his sleeves and stopped them all, "I think—your opponents are on the other side!" ”

A few people turned their heads to look, and Malfoy smiled evilly: "I've made a few moves!" ”

"Alright, alright—" Lockhart's tangled features were about to twist together, and Hermione looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could stop the farce, but how could he dare to rebel against Snape now?

"Face your partner!" Lockhart returned to the stage and shouted, "Bow! ”

Cyrus immediately stretched out his right hand to the side and bent down gracefully. But Flint doesn't seem to have any intention of bowing.

This made Sellers not very happy.

"You should bow!"

"I'm not going to bow to a little furry kid like you!" Marcus said contemptuously.

The Slytherins burst out laughing, apparently they were so proud of what Marcus had done, they probably thought it was insulting Gryffindor.

"You're disappointing me, Slytherin is so decent—bow—etiquette is necessary!" Cyrus said as he raised the arm holding the wand above his head, his wrist pointing down, the tip of the wand pressed down from top to bottom.

Marcuston, who was still laughing, felt a bend in his spine, as if someone was pressing his shoulder. Those who laughed immediately closed their mouths and looked at Cyrus with palpitations. Even Harry and the others felt a little frightened, they had probably never seen such a scary "Ginny Weasley".

"Enough!"

Cyrus almost bent Marcus's waist to ninety degrees, and if Snape hadn't interrupted it, I'm afraid Marcus's face would have been on the ground.

Lockhart, fearing that something would happen again, hurriedly shouted before the annoyed Marcus burst out:

"Raise your wand and get ready! When I count to three, I cast a spell and disarm the other person's weapon - just disarm - we don't want an accident. One-two-three-"

But Marcus made a move just as he counted to "two".

He cast a fierce curse, but Cyrus didn't even look at it before he picked it off.

He didn't give Marcus time to react, and cast a spell without mercy.

Marcuston felt a force pull his ankle, and then his body flipped over, and he was suspended from the ornate black velvet ceiling. The entire auditorium was stunned, and Snape was awakened with some not-so-good memories.

"Admiralty has landed!"

He pointed his wand, and Marcus fell down with a snap.

"Ginny Weasley—how did you know about this spell?"