Hogwarts i am snape

"Everyone must go in order!" Professor Flitwick stood on his high stool, firmly rejecting James's request. "And remember, you are all classmates!" 

James pouted, looking thoroughly displeased, but there was nothing he could do. He had to compete against others first. With each opponent he defeated, the more sullen his expression became. By the time it was Snape's turn to join him on the stage, James's face was practically dripping with anger. Snape, with his chin slightly raised, met his gaze with an expression of pure contempt and challenge. 

"Now, bow to each other," Professor Flitwick called out. 

They barely nodded, their eyes locked intently on each other. 

"Oh... alright, one, two, three, begin!" 

In the blink of an eye, dazzling flashes of light erupted on the stage, and the sounds of colliding spells reverberated through the Great Hall. Professor Slughorn's face changed, and he quickly stepped forward, waving his wand alongside Professor Flitwick to create a protective barrier in front of the audience, deflecting any stray spells that occasionally flew out of control. 

This duel was more intense than any before it. Excited cheers and shouts erupted from the crowd; some even conjured chairs to stand on, straining their necks to watch. Snape's eyes were cold, his face murderous, and his wand moved like a nimble viper, spells raining down on James without mercy. He waved his wand furiously, steadily advancing on James, his black robes rustling loudly in the air currents. 

Finally, Snape cornered James. He simply extended his free hand and slammed it hard into James's startled face. With a sharp crack, James's nose bled, splattering across the stage. 

"Bang!" Professor Flitwick shrieked, waving his wand. A blue light flashed, forcefully separating the two. "No punching!" 

Snape staggered back from the shockwave, complaining to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, I didn't break any rules!" 

"From now on," Professor Flitwick yelled at the top of his lungs, "Rule number five: absolutely no physical contact!" Having said that, he waved his wand, and a golden light flashed, healing the injury on James's face. 

"Oh, fine," Snape said with an impatient twitch of his head. "As you say, Professor." 

They took their positions again, James clenching his teeth, almost grinding them, glaring at Snape with hatred. 

"Stupefy!" Snape launched the first attack, a red light shooting towards James. James quickly dodged sideways, but before he could regain his footing, Snape immediately cast a Severing Charm—"Diffindo!" 

In his panic, James lost his balance and could only watch as the Severing Charm flew towards him. He steeled himself, intending to brace for the spell, as it was merely a basic charm used by younger students to cut various materials. The power and lethality of this spell were quite limited; even if Snape didn't hold back, it wouldn't incapacitate him. 

However, James didn't feel the pain he expected. 

Just then, a collective gasp swept through the audience. James instinctively looked down, his eyes widening—his wizard robes had been cut into strips, fluttering in the air. What was worse, his hairy legs glistened under the candlelight. But from the chilling sensation on his backside and the continuous shrieks from the girls behind him, James suddenly realized that things were not so simple. 

His cheeks flushed instantly, and he frantically raised his wand, intending to retaliate. But it was too late. In a flash of lightning, Snape's Disarming Charm was already upon him. With a whoosh, James's wand flew out of his hand, spinning high into the air. 

Snape, however, made no move to catch it. He had something more important to do. Before Professor Flitwick could announce the victor, he flicked his wand, and James was flung into the air. At the peak of James's ascent, Snape cast another basic spell—"Alohomora!" 

"No!" Professor Flitwick's voice was filled with horror. His face changed dramatically, and he unleashed several spells in quick succession to stop Snape's attack on James. Some of the spells even hit the ceiling, causing ripples across the starry sky of the Great Hall's dome. 

"Stop! The duel is over!" Professor Flitwick shrieked in his high-pitched voice, his words cutting through the rising clamour of gasps. He frantically jumped between Snape and James, casting several more Shield Charms to separate them. "Stop, both of you! Snape wins! From now on, rule number six: absolutely, absolutely no use of the Unlocking Charm! Anyone who uses it again will be disqualified immediately!" 

James slowly descended onto the stage with the help of Professor Slughorn. His wizard robes were now just a few tattered strips of fabric, fluttering pitifully in the draft. The moment he landed, he rolled across the stage, lunged for his wand, picked it up, and attempted to attack Snape. 

Professor Flitwick gently waved his wand, and an invisible force tightly bound James. 

"Potter, go back and change your robes first," Snape said, a mocking smile on his lips, deliberately drawing out his words. 

The Great Hall immediately erupted into uncontrolled laughter, several girls even covering their flushed cheeks with their hands. 

"You foul—" James's neck veins bulged, and he struggled desperately to break free from the spell's束縛, his eyes filled with rage and humiliation. 

After this match, the audience whispered amongst themselves, looking bewildered. They hadn't understood why Professor Flitwick had been so horrified, even casting multiple spells in a panic to stop Snape from using a simple charm. 

A Ravenclaw student in the front row suddenly widened her eyes, as if realizing something, her voice trembling slightly: "Oh my goodness! He just used 'Alohomora'! If that spell had hit Potter..." 

The rest of her sentence was drowned out by a chorus of gasps. The previously noisy Great Hall became terrifyingly quiet, everyone's expressions turning to fear as they looked at Snape with lingering trepidation. People around him, Abbott, and Pandora quickly dispersed, creating a large empty space. 

Snape paid no mind to their reactions, merely watching coldly as Sirius, Lupin, and Wormtail led James away. Sirius's lazy, arrogant swagger had completely vanished. He gripped his wand, eyes burning with fire, and stood silently in the crowd, waiting for his turn to duel. 

In the next few duels, Snape's opponents practically just stepped onto the stage before turning around and jumping off, actively conceding. One Ravenclaw girl even slipped on the steps, frantically refusing to get on stage from below. Therefore, it quickly came to be Sirius's turn to duel Snape. 

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