"Sectumsempra!"
Invisible spatial ripples carved a heart-stopping arc through the darkness.
The whistling of torn air vanished instantly.
A suit of armor at the corridor's edge was sliced in two.
Metal hitting stone echoed through the dark corridor—utterly piercing.
The spell grazed Lee Jordan's hair like Death's scythe brushing past, leaving stabbing cold.
His legs gave out. He collapsed to the ground.
Pupils shaking violently.
His face, excited moments before, now showed only terror and helplessness.
The air seemed frozen.
Only his rapid breathing and heartbeat sounded clear in the silence.
Lightning flashed outside.
Heels clicked against stone. The female prefect's tall figure appeared in the corridor.
Cold light flickered at her wand tip.
She was tired of playing hide-and-seek with these stupid lions. The Weasley twins' harassment annoyed her endlessly. Tonight, she'd teach them a lesson.
"No, no, no..."
"You can't kill me!"
Panic surged in Lee Jordan's heart. He scrambled backward, cold sweat on his forehead.
"I'm already dead!"
"I'm a dead man. You can't attack me—that's against the rules!"
"You're already dead?"
Gemma Farley frowned, walking before him. Her cold eyes looked down.
"Interesting..."
"I thought it was Dumbledore who died." Her harsh tone carried teeth-grinding fury.
Heaven knew how bewildered she'd been, returning from the Forbidden Forest to face a pack of stupid lions. The Weasley twins had even thrown Dungbombs at her!
These filthy, stinking trolls!
"This is just a game..."
Lee Jordan didn't dare meet her eyes.
He frantically tore off his protective badge, holding it overhead, voice trembling:
"My game is over. You won!"
Looking at the darkened badge, Gemma Farley's eyes flickered. Only then did she remember the Lion-Snake competition Tiger had mentioned three days ago...
"Quick, just ahead!"
"Jordan's holding her off!"
Messy footsteps came from the staircase, mixed with excited Gryffindor shouts.
Lightning suddenly split the night sky.
That instant's brilliance illuminated the darkness.
It also revealed Gemma Farley's beautiful face and the disgust buried beneath her pride.
Her rosewood wand spun at her fingertips before disappearing into her robes.
Lee Jordan sighed in relief.
"But dead men don't talk..."
Her lips curved in an ambiguous smile. Her pale finger pointed at his head.
"What?"
Lee Jordan froze.
"Stupefy~"
Red light burst from her fingertip.
Like being punched hard, Lee Jordan spun twice before crashing to the ground.
Tiger clicked his tongue.
This woman's vindictiveness was too heavy.
In the dark corridor, only crisp footsteps echoed...
Gemma Farley stopped beside Lee Jordan, taking a crystal potion bottle from her robes.
Under darkness's shroud.
Her fingers snapped off a hair strand, brushing the bottle mouth. Smoke rose, mixed with faint bitterness.
The noble girl lifted her shoe tip with disgust, pressing down Lee Jordan's jaw to force his lips open.
The Polyjuice Potion became a thin stream, sliding into Lee Jordan's throat...
As the potion's magic permeated his body.
His dark skin seemed caressed by moonlight, losing its tone and taking on pale texture.
His broad nose became prominent, thick lips outlined an elegant curve, revealing nobility and dignity.
Under wrinkled robes, soft curves emerged. Curly short hair transformed into long hair.
"You're getting a bargain." Gemma Farley sneered coldly, lifting her finger.
Slytherin's green robe lining, tie, and silver snake patterns completely covered all Gryffindor symbols on Lee Jordan's body...
Wild wind and rain howled.
Outside, lightning shuttled through clouds like silver dragons, illuminating the corridor like daylight.
"Come quick!"
"I see her!"
"Haha, she's knocked down!"
Dense footsteps swarmed over.
Gryffindors gathered around Gemma Farley, excited cheers echoing through the corridor.
The Weasley twins put away the Marauder's Map, pushing into the crowd. Seeing the figure on the ground, their eyes overflowed with hunting joy.
"Catching her wasn't easy."
Oliver Wood shook his head with mixed emotions.
As Slytherin's female prefect, she was beyond ordinary wizards' reach in every aspect.
She was also the unattainable white moonlight in many Hogwarts boys' hearts.
However, at this moment.
The female prefect lay quietly on the cold ground.
Black hair scattered like a waterfall, hands falling powerlessly at her sides, fingers slightly curved as if still trying to grasp something.
Her pale face retained some panic and confusion. Her lips had lost their color, filled with broken yet delicate beauty...
"G?"
"Where's Jordan?" Fred suddenly remembered something, looking around.
"Crabbe and Goyle were here too."
"Jordan went after them."
From the crowd, Hermione emerged, looking intently at the twins.
"Hermione?"
"How did you get out?"
Ron cried out in surprise. Hermione paused, coldly glancing at Ron. "To prevent you two idiots from finding new ways to kill yourselves."
Ron and Harry's faces turned sheepish. The other Gryffindors laughed out loud.
The atmosphere filled with victorious joy.
"By the way."
Hermione turned toward the Weasley twins, barely perceptible inquiry flashing in her eyes.
However, the twins were just whispering to each other, completely ignoring her.
"I just saw Filch go to the dungeons. We'd better leave quickly..."
"Oh no!"
"Damn, let's go."
"Getting caught by that old bat would be terrible!"
The Gryffindors immediately panicked.
Snape's psychological shadow was like eerie wind in the night, instantly blowing away their excitement.
"What about her?"
Oliver Wood looked at the female prefect on the ground.
"Leave her to us!"
The Weasley twins suddenly put their arms around his shoulders, leaning close to his ear and whispering.
"We can put her..."
"That's... not good..." Oliver Wood's face showed resistance and embarrassment.
"There's nothing wrong with it, Wood!"
George shook his head.
"Don't forget our goal tonight—achieve first victory, strike Slytherin's morale."
"This is for Gryffindor's glory."
As Quidditch captain.
Oliver Wood valued glory above all else. Hearing this, he hesitated.
Seeing this, Fred quickly added:
"Don't worry, we'll cast Warming Charms and Drying Charms properly."
"This is a rare opportunity. Don't you want to see those stupid snakes' faces?"
After a moment.
Oliver Wood reluctantly nodded.
"Alright, fine..."
"Just don't hurt her."
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