Chapter 112: Bad Words Huh!
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Harry's eyes widened as he stepped to the side, barely missing her fist. She was too damn fast.
And it was all because she was level 110 while he was currently only level 15. It was good that he had turned on his [Predict] skill which showed him her next move a second before.
It wasn't anything flashy as if he had some future vision or anything. The skill just made him 'feel' where and when the next attack would come.
It was all up to him if he decided to follow the hunch or not.
He jumped back and turned on his [Brawler] skill too. And suddenly he knew how to fight.
Iris wasn't smiling anymore. She stepped forward and tried to execute a high kick, aiming for his head. Harry simply leaned away.
He had to admit that his sister's fighting skills were almost pathetic. She was monstrously powerful and quick, but her technique was abysmal.
With [Brawler] and [Predict] working simultaneously, Harry was able to easily dodge her kicks and punches. His constant evasions angered her, further fueling her power.
She swiftly leaped towards him with her fist cocked back. Harry wasn't quick enough to avoid her this time and her punch landed on his face, comically throwing him over a few metres away where he fell down on his back with a cry of pain.
He quickly jumped to his feet, anger burning in his eyes. There was a bruise on his face which magically went away a second later due to his healing factor.
"Uh-oh." Iris mumbled as he approached her with a blank expression. She easily ducked under his punch and tried to swing a back-kick at him.
That was her mistake.
Harry caught her leg with his hands and answered with his own kick. His leg slammed onto her arse, before he swept her off her feet, making her yelp in alarm and fall on her stomach.
Harry didn't give her a chance to fight back. He immediately took advantage of the situation and sat down on her back with her hands held behind her.
"Do you yield?" Harry asked, twisting her hands.
"Never!" She yelled. Harry simply slapped her butt, making her scowl in annoyance. "Fine, you pervert! I yield. Stop abusing my butt. Your kick already left a lasting sting."
[QUEST:
— Defeat Iris in a hand to hand combat.
Success!]
[REWARD: Gained
— 1000 XP for Harry Potter
— 1000 XP for Iris Potter]
Harry got off her and helped her up on her feet. She shoved him away and rubbed her arse, glaring at him all the while.
"Please don't call me the P-word. I am a good English gentleman. The only reason why I targeted your butt is because it is least prone to injury from a blunt impact. If my kick had landed somewhere else, you might have been in more pain." Harry revealed his perfectly thought out reason.
"Right. That was the only reason." She retorted sarcastically.
"Fine. It is also fun to slap your bum. I don't know why." Harry laughed shamelessly, causing her to pull out her wand.
"Oi, cool down. I was kidding."
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"This school is stupid." Astoria announced as she stomped towards them with Ginny in tow.
The Gryffindor house was full of chatter and buzz at the moment. Most of the students were gathered together with their friends in the early evening.
Harry and his friends had occupied a corner of the Gryffindor common room, where they were sitting and talking among themselves.
"And how did you reach that conclusion, Tori?" Harry asked her as she and Ginny dragged two empty armchairs across him and plopped down.
The other redhead girl strangely didn't seem to be nervous being around them. She didn't appear skittish being in the presence of strangers and older students.
She shot them confident smiles whenever they glanced at her. It looks like Astoria had found herself a friend. A bold one at that.
"Because of Lockhart. That's it. You should know the rest just from that name." grumbled Astoria.
"I see. So you have finally met the new incompetent DADA teacher. It's so bad that Dumbledore didn't choose to continue teaching us. Last year's DADA classes were great under his tutelage. Understandably, he is too busy with his other official posts to spend his time teaching us." Harry replied thoughtfully.
"I say we should still give Professor Lockhart a second chance before declaring him incompetent. Maybe his antics in the first class were just to make us less nervous and lighten the atmosphere. I am sure that he will surprise us with his competency in the next class." Hermione defended weakly, not absolutely sure of her own claim.
Iris rolled her eyes. "We are not having this debate again. We have already wasted a couple of hours on it."
"Yes, Hermione. Say what you want. But from what we have seen, Professor Lockhart is a very poor teacher. As bad as Professor Snape." Neville shrugged unapologetically.
Harry nodded in agreement. Although Snape at least knew his subject well enough, unlike the idiot who was their new teacher.
Still, Neville's comparison wasn't totally untrue. Both Snape and Lockhart didn't have a single teaching bone in their bodies. One was an antisocial bat while the other was a glorified clown.
"What? Hermione really thinks that the narcissistic blond mirror-fucker is a good professor?" Astoria couldn't help blurting out incredulously.
Neville winced seeing how various pairs of eyes fell on them, how their group became the centre of attention. He wished Astoria wasn't always so loud.
"5 points from Gryffindor, Miss Greengrass, for using bad words." Percy said as he passed by them on his way to the exit, shooting them a mild glare.
He would have given them a lengthy lecture if he wasn't in a hurry to meet his girlfriend.
Astoria blinked owlishly before showing him her middle fingers. She was absolutely unrepentant and unashamed as she scoffed in derision, "Bad words, you say? Go suck a dick, ginger."
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