novelcrest Chapter 124 Don't underestimate a young man's potential
Chapter 124 Don't underestimate a young man's potential
Chapter 124 Don't underestimate a young man's potential
"Mr. Malfoy, I would like you to repeat the words you just said in front of me."
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Upon hearing that familiar voice, everyone present turned their gaze toward the stands.
A handsome wizard dressed in a dark black wizard's robe was standing next to Colin, staring coldly at Malfoy.
His icy gaze was enough to send chills down your spine.
Even though the people outside of Malfoy were not his primary targets, and even though they were hundreds of feet away, they could still feel the chill emanating from the wizard.
Who else could this male wizard be but Sean?
Sean naturally remembered this part of the story, but he didn't expect it to happen today.
He was there because the Quidditch tournament was about to begin.
He had originally planned to come to the Quidditch stadium to see if any teams were training there.
He also observed their training methods and tactical coordination, and then passed on this knowledge and experience to Qiu Zhang.
Provide relevant education (or rather, persuasion) to Cho Chang to help her improve her skills and understanding of Quidditch.
However, the moment he stepped into the Quidditch arena, he happened to see Colin intently adjusting his camera.
He was about to step forward and borrow (steal/trick/deceive/fool) Colin's camera to examine it closely when he unexpectedly heard Malfoy utter those infuriating words.
The target of his attack was none other than his cutest little witch.
It's worth noting that the last time he heard the term "Mudblood" was during the troll incident last year, when he said it himself in the women's restroom.
The female protagonist in both incidents was his unfortunate little witch.
It's unbearable!
He usually treats Hermione like a precious gem, afraid of her falling or melting away.
How dare he?!
At that moment, Malfoy, who was in the center of Sean's field of vision, turned deathly pale. He seemed frozen by Sean's gaze and dared not move.
Sean's steps were steady and powerful as he slowly walked down from the stands, each step like a heavy drumbeat, striking the hearts of everyone present.
As he approached, an invisible pressure seemed to accumulate, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
When Sean finally reached Malfoy, Malfoy's body was already swaying precariously, his legs trembling slightly, as if he might collapse at any moment.
However, the aristocratic etiquette he had received since childhood forced him to maintain his composure and not embarrass himself in front of others. He tried his best to keep his composure on the surface, but the fear and panic in his eyes were already obvious.
"Mr. Malfoy," Sean's voice was cold and authoritative, "please repeat what you just said."
Malfoy swallowed hard, trying to speak, but found himself unable to utter a sound.
He struggled, finally managing to squeeze out a few words: "I...I..."
"I'm a Muggle-born wizard too." Sean paused. "Can I take that as you referring to me as well?"
Upon hearing this, Malfoy trembled even more violently.
Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare utter that word in front of Professor Sean, who was also a Muggle; even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare use that word to describe Professor Sean.
He knew that if others found out about this, he would face unimaginable consequences—the gossip from his classmates alone would be enough to overwhelm him.
So he shook his head frantically, trying to deny his mistake with body language.
Looking at Professor Sean, who had no expression, Malfoy lowered his head, feeling a mix of emotions, including fear and regret.
He felt as if he had been thrown into a giant whirlpool, and everything around him became blurry.
Those few seconds felt like an eternity to him.
Sean looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He was well aware of the Malfoy family's arrogance and prejudice, but he also saw Malfoy's fear and unease at this moment.
He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Mr. Malfoy, you should know that I don't care about your words, but you must understand that the prejudice and discrimination behind those words are the real problem."
"And you must understand, a person's origins do not determine their worth." Sean paused, his voice calm yet firm. "Wizard and Muggle are just labels. What truly matters are our actions and choices..."
Just as Sean was speaking, an untimely, sinister voice came from behind.
"What are you doing?"
Sean turned around and saw Snape, wearing his signature black robe, slowly walking out of the Quidditch stadium entrance.
"Your student said something he shouldn't have, and I'm just disciplining him for you," Sean said calmly, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Oh?" Snape walked up to Sean expressionlessly, his unfathomable black eyes fixed on him. "My student, I will discipline him myself, I don't need your help."
Sean smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Some people don't even know how to respect and be humble. That's when they need help from others."
"What did you say?" Snape's voice was deep and dangerous, his eyes revealing a clear threat.
Sean, however, remained unfazed. He looked Snape straight in the eye and said, "I say, some people should perhaps learn how to be cultured before they can teach students."
Snape's face instantly darkened, as if a storm was about to break.
He gripped his wand tightly, his tone icy: "You seem to have forgotten who you are, Phillips."
Sean sneered, retorting defiantly, "Identity? Are we both Mudbloods? You seem to have forgotten your responsibilities as a professor."
Upon hearing this word, Snape laughed in fury, "My actions are none of your business to judge."
As soon as he finished speaking, Snape suddenly waved his wand, and a beam of light shot straight toward Sean.
Sean was prepared; he swiftly dodged while simultaneously swinging his staff to block. The two spells collided fiercely in mid-air, erupting in a dazzling light.
The two deliberately pulled the battlefield back slowly to avoid accidentally injuring the Slytherin and Gryffindor wizards nearby.
To be honest, Sean deliberately provoked this fight.
He wanted to see if he could defeat Snape after six months of hard work.
This completely ignited the flames of war between the two.
Snape launched a series of attacks, but Sean fearlessly deflected them one by one and attempted to retaliate.
They moved swiftly across the Quidditch pitch, each exchange of spells accompanied by a roar and a flash of light, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
The students around them were stunned by the sudden battle and scrambled for cover, fearing they might be hit by stray bullets.
As the battle progressed, each clash of spells became more intense than the last.
The two men, their anger ignited by this sudden battle, were now resorting to any means necessary.
Their only remaining rational thought was to avoid accidentally harming others.
So the young wizards, who had already retreated far behind the stands, could only hear familiar spells echoing through the Quidditch arena.
"They'll all be petrified!"
"Disarm you!"
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
"Forget everything, and all is emptiness!"
As the battle reached its climax, they even heard:
"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"
"Crushed to pieces!"
"Wow! Professor Sean used the Petrify Charm first." Lee Jordan appeared beside them at some point and began to commentate on this rare duel. "It seems that Professor Sean intends to gain the upper hand by restricting Professor Snape's movements."
"It's worth mentioning that Sean looked incredibly cool when he cast the spell."
"Professor Snape was not to be outdone; he quickly responded with an 'Expelliarmus' spell, attempting to snatch Professor Sean's wand!" Jordan continued his commentary, his voice rising and falling with the intensity of the battle.
As the battle intensified, the chants grew more frequent, and each exchange of spells made the young wizards' hearts race.
When incantations like "Divine Sharpness Without Shadow" and "Shattered Bones" were uttered, the young wizards' expressions all changed.
They knew that both spells were extremely dangerous, and that the slightest carelessness could lead to serious consequences. Lee Jordan obediently shut his mouth at that moment.
Please forgive him for his poor eyesight; he is unable to explain the following content.
Hermione stood in the crowd, her hands clenched tightly, her eyes revealing deep anxiety and panic.
She knew the power of "Shadowless Strike" and "Shattered Bones," so she couldn't imagine what would happen to her beloved Professor Sean if either of these spells went out of control...
If Professor Sean were to suffer any harm because of standing up for her, she would never be able to forgive herself.
"Go find Dumbledore quickly." Her voice trembled slightly as she nudged Harry, who was standing to the side holding a flying broomstick. "Go now, on your flying broomstick."
Now, perhaps only Professor Dumbledore has the potential to control this battle, which is now on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Cool!
This is a reflection of Sean's state of mind at this moment.
Watching Snape retreat under his fierce onslaught, he felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure.
Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people into poverty!
In stark contrast to Sean's relaxed state of mind, Snape's expression grew increasingly grim.
But he showed no sign of panic.
Although he didn't understand why Sean's strength was improving so quickly, it had nothing to do with the battle. What he needed to do now was to stay calm and find his opponent's weaknesses.
However, Sean's offensive was as overwhelming as a tidal wave, seemingly giving Snape no chance to catch his breath. He waved his wand, and powerful spells flew towards Snape one after another, each one almost hitting its target.
This can't go on any longer, Snape thought.
Just then...