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Volume 4: A Different Scarlet Bullet Chapter 65: Two or Three Things in the Library

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    Chapter 65: Two or three things in the library As soon as the bell rang, Sephiroth immediately called to the Slytherin snakes and took the lead to run out.  Because he knew that the cunning Lockhart would never clean up the classroom himself, and he would definitely capture the last few to do the work.  Sure enough, Sephiroth, who had not gone far outside the classroom, saw Lockhart rushing out and closing the door with his backhand.  Just like the original situation, the unlucky Gryffindor trio were still caught by him.  However, in fact, this is indeed a small training given to the students by Lockhart.  This incident taught them two things: one is that when things go wrong, they must run as early as possible; the second is to give students more practical experience. For students of this age, besides this  Besides raising elves, what else can we expect them to deal with, like asking them to slay dragons?  As a professor, Lockhart, although the way and process of teaching classes are a bit vulgar, the things he teaches are still very qualified.  [Peschipixi Pesternomi] This mantra is actually the magic spell used to deal with elves in the book. The reason why it did not take effect is probably just because of the bad taste in his heart. I want to take a look.  The students were in a hurry.  It may seem like a trap, but there is no real danger.  The reason why this rather weird method is used is because when Lockhart was at Hogwarts, he was an alternative among Ravenclaws. He was better at being funny than learning, just like Wes now.  Like twins.  ¡°But now that I¡¯m older and have an identity, naturally I can¡¯t be as presumptuous as before.  So, he chose such a naughty teaching method, which could be regarded as a small way to vent the prankster in his heart.  Days passed by, and if you were used to Lockhart's teaching method, then his class would not be so boring.  Although it gives people a headache every time, such practical courses may be more popular with students than taking empty notes.  It is precisely because of this that female students like Hermione have never seen through Lockhart's "true face".  "Ugh! This is the last class." Finally making it to the weekend, Draco rushed to the dormitory with cheers. In the afternoon, it was time for the annual Quidditch team to recruit new players. Draco was looking forward to this.  This day has been long awaited.  He has already prepared the registration and related training. He likes Quidditch and prefers to play Quidditch himself, so he will never miss this opportunity.  "Quidditch~ Forget it, go on your own. I'm not interested in this kind of game. I'd better go to the library and read." The knowledge learned in class can no longer meet Sephiroth's needs. He is eager to learn more.  Brilliant magic.  The pursuit of progress, power and strength is an obsession engraved deep in the soul.  "Okay, if you decide this - but, believe me, as long as you play Quidditch once, you will definitely understand its charm." Draco seemed a little regretful, but he also knew that he was  A friend of mine has never liked Quidditch since he was a child. Perhaps in his opinion, spending a few hours playing Quidditch would be better spent reading one more book.  Although he once tried to persuade Sephiroth to play Quidditch together, he failed unfortunately, and now he has almost given up on doing so.  "No, I'm not interested in those. Okay, Draco, hurry up and sign up, otherwise you will be late. Of course, although I am not interested in Quidditch, during the game I  I'll go cheer for you." After politely declining his friend's invitation, Sephiroth never understood why a wizard would be interested in a game like riding a broom and chasing a few flying balls.  In his opinion, the rules of the game Quidditch are simply unreasonable. Muggle games are much better than wizard games.  Whether it's football, basketball, or any other competition, at least Muggle competition is relatively fair.  But look at Quidditch, the chaser, the beater, and the goalkeeper. The combined effect of the three of them in the game is not even as good as the results of a seeker in a moment.  When I was a child, when I read this fairy tale book, I complained about this terrible competition rule countless times.  It can be said that this game is just a show to see the seeker steal the show, and the whole team shows off how heroic the seeker is.  Perhaps Ms. Rowling originally designed this contest just to give Harry Potter a chance to shine.  How could anyone still like to play a game like this?  Shaking his head, Sephiroth walked alone in the castle in the afternoon, following theThe wide corridor leads to the library on the fifth floor, which is still as quiet as ever.  In the silent library, only the sound of my own footsteps echoed. The other students had gone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the Quidditch players compete.  The library, where few people came, became even more empty.  Suddenly, the moment Sephiroth turned out from behind a bookshelf, a bright purple jumped into his eyes.  There are other people here.  "Senior Patchouli, you are still here." He greeted the other party with familiarity. Those who are still in the library at this time are people who are truly obsessed with knowledge, and Sephiroth knows the people  Among them, the only one with long, bright purple hair is Patchouli Norage from Ravenclaw House.  The long purple hair swayed slightly, and half of her delicate face was exposed between the strands of purple hair.  Patchouli turned around and smiled pleasantly, and waved to Sephiroth.  "Why, today we are recruiting for the Quidditch team. Boys, don't they generally like that game? Even the students from our college came to watch, why don't you go and try?" "Don't make fun of me.  "Yeah, you know I'm not interested in sports. Besides, Quidditch is gender-neutral, so my senior didn't go." Sephiroth sat next to Patchouli and said without interest.  He really didn't have the slightest interest in Quidditch.  "WellSenior Patchouli, in your opinion, how many of our generation are worthy of being called the real elite?" Although he was in the library, Sephiroth did not choose as usual.  I was reading a book with Senior Sister Patchouli, but took the initiative to start a topic with her.  But in fact, his purpose this time was not to read a book, he came entirely for Patchouli.  "Elite? That kind of thing doesn't matter. According to that person, everyone has their own talents. As long as they can make good use of their strengths, everyone is an elite. There is no difference in ability, right?"  Qiuli answered casually while turning the pages of the book in her hand.  "Huh? Do you believe this kind of lie to a child? This is not what the wise senior Patchouli would say. Listen carefully" Patchouli's answer did not satisfy Sephiroth, and he sneered disdainfully.  Then he started talking nonstop.  "In my opinion, among this generation of students, there are only a few outstanding and sincere students. If there are, I think I am one of them, and Senior Sister Patchouli is definitely one of them. Everyone is an elite, but they are just a  It's just a lie to comfort the weak. Don't you want to see the wider world, Senior Sister Patchouli? As long as we elites join forces, there is nothing to fear from other stupid and blind guys." "No, you know.  I haven't even finished reading the books here, and the "broader world" is just a joke to me. And you say there is nothing to be afraid of, even if someone, or some people, are not afraid.  No matter how outstanding he is, without the support of a huge organization, it is impossible to fight against all the wizards on his own." Patchouli finally came back to her senses from the book, and she found that this book friend who had been accompanying her seemed to be.  Finally the sharp claws hidden in the flesh were revealed.  This forced her to brace herself and stay vigilant.  "Isn't it always common sense in the world that elites lead the masses? Slytherin has never always followed this. The number of people is not a problem. How can there be more waste that threatens the ability of geniuses."  His eyes were sharp and sharp, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. Those arrogant words were simply not like what came out of the mouth of the elegant young man Sephiroth in the past.  In the middle of the way, the wind and clouds changed, and he seemed to have changed a person to make Pa Qiu Li strange and afraid.  "How arrogant! You know, even Professor Dumbledore, who is called the number one person in the wizarding world, would not say that he could fight one against a hundred. Otherwise, when he fought against 'that person', he would not  There is no need to create the Order of the Phoenix to help him. ""You can't fight one against a hundred, that's because - he is not, not, strong enough!" With each word, Sephiroth exuded a compelling feeling.  With such momentum, his gaze was like a sharp sword with cold light piercing his heart, causing Patchouli to shiver.  "Isn't he strong enough?" Patchouli chewed the words in her mouth for a moment, and then she smiled, disdain and ridicule flowing out of her smile, "So, you think you are strong enough?" "  Of course! I am very strong! There is no doubt that I have always believed that.¡±?Easy and refreshing, with just the right amount of confidence to never let anyone see his arrogant demeanor, Sephiroth suddenly transformed, his eyes radiated with such fanatical passion, and his unshakable self seemed to be able to turn the world upside down in an instant with just a raise of his hand.  The extreme pride that had been hidden deep in his bones for many years was finally revealed in front of Patchouli at this moment.  "In the name of the stars and wisdom, we only pursue eternal truth. Have you ever heard of this sentence, senior sister?" "Truth astronomy? This is not like what you would say. I thought you were that  A king who pursues supreme rights and supreme power." Patchouli reacted instantly. Didn't the other person's words refer to the mysterious organization that had just appeared in the wizarding world recently?  "I didn't expect that even junior fellow student you have joined that organization. From this point of view, that organization is really capable. Could it be that junior fellow student is here to lobby for talents for the organization? No! Wait, could it be that  , the founder of that organization is - you!" Patchouli began to sigh. After a moment, she suddenly widened her glasses and pointed her finger straight at Sephiroth.  She didn't want to get involved in any power struggle, so she had no intention of joining any organization.  She wanted to refuse the other party's invitation, but before the words came out, she reacted instantly.  Sephiroth is essentially an extremely proud guy. How could Sephiroth join someone else's organization if he is so arrogant?  Maybe it¡¯s not joining, but building.  Merlin!  He is only about eleven years old. A mere second-year student at Hogwarts has actually established his own power.  And it wasn't just a small fight. Although she didn't know much about it, Patchouli accidentally heard from others how terrifying that association was.  Should I really say, is it really¡ª¡ªSlytherin?
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