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Chapter 173: Chapter 173 Experience the Soul Snatching Curse

"Ping!"

Dracula snapped his fingers.

"Music! Lights!"

The thousands of candles floating over the auditorium dimmed at the same time, a converging beam of light enveloping Riddle.

At the same time, the sound of Conjugal Excitement's music resounded in the auditorium.

It was the full set of instruments from one of the bands at the Christmas dinner, which had reappeared at the front of the auditorium at an unknown time, and played on its own without being plucked.

Riddle danced himself to the rousing music.

Swinging his head, arms, waist and hips, and legs; flinging the scarf around his neck, the wizard's robe draped behind him; dancing with his light and swift steps, his four-fold passion, accompanied by a strong rhythm!

Riddle danced in the street in full view of the crowd! He showed revelry and freedom all over his body, which was the soul of street dance!

"Cool!"

Fred and George stared enviously as they watched Assistant Coach Riddle's passionate dance steps, and believable moves on the dueling stage.

There were also a number of guttural squeals from the little witches -

Assistant Coach Riddle's handsome face, matched with the handsome and dashing dance moves, as well as the expression of deep love and devotion on his face, all of them pulled the young schoolgirls' excited emotions.

There were also some young wizards who watched the fun and yelled for Professor Dracula to join Assistant Professor Riddle's street dance, and two men who were so handsome that they had no friends dancing together would make this dance completely perfect!

Dracula stood at the edge of the dueling stage away from the spotlight, paying no attention to those little wizards.

Joke, how can a noble and cold professor perform a dance for you guys? Do I still want to lose face?

"You guys don't just enjoy Assistant Professor Riddle's dance." Dracula glanced at the young wizards' engaged expressions and opened his mouth to interrupt amidst the music, "Remember, this isn't a dance class, this is an open class on black magic defense!"

"Now all use your brains to think about what you would do if someone cast a soul snatching spell on you."

Dracula's voice did not seem the least bit abrupt over the music, nor was it masked by the congenial and stirring music, and it was very clearly delivered to the ears of each and every young wizard.

A portion of the little wizards present showed thoughtful expressions.

Of course, a larger portion of them were still mesmerized by Riddle's dance, and most of them were young female witches.

Riddle, who was illuminated by the spotlight, was still dancing obliviously.

His movements were like a rising sun on the sea, like a deer in the deep forest, wantonly using flexible limbs and even the five senses, skillfully and freely dancing himself, waving his youth in flight!

Suddenly, the whole body trembles, like an electric shock; suddenly, it squirms, like a dragon and snake; suddenly, it rotates upside down, like a gyroscope; suddenly, it stands upright, like a cedar!

After a long time, the music came to an end.

As a heavy drum beat finally fell, the music and dance steps came to an abrupt end at the same time, and Riddle used a sharp kick to make a perfect ending for his street dance.

The converging beams of light slowly dissipated, and the thousands of candles over the auditorium once again glowed brightly, illuminating the entire auditorium.

Thunderous applause erupted from the stage!

The little wizards clapped their hands excitedly, jumping up and down to cheer for this wonderful performance, even if their hands were red.

Dracula stopped the effects of the soul-stealing spell and walked towards the center of the dueling stage with a smirk.

"How does it feel?" He asked smilingly.

Riddle's body finally returned to his control, and in that instant, the aches and pains all over his body came like a tidal wave.

He had never learned a dance like street dance, nor did he have the physical quality to make these kinds of difficult movements for a long period of time, and under the manipulation of the Soul Snatching Curse, dancing a perfect street dance like this was simply killing half of his old life.

"Professor Dracula, it's true that it's my problem that I didn't tell you about the secret of the Forbidden Forest after hiding it from you some time ago, but it's not that much of a blow to retaliate against me, is it?" Riddle was drenched in sweat and panting as he laughed bitterly at to Dracula.

"I don't mean to retaliate." Dracula's face was unchanged, looking like he had no idea what he was talking about, "It's just that I want you to cooperate with me in teaching an open class on black magic defense techniques."

Riddle looked at Dracula's innocent expression with a somewhat numb expression, and secretly suppressed a whole bunch of expletives that almost came out of his mouth.

'Fine, I can't beat you, whatever you say!' He thought through gritted teeth.

Dracula ignored whatever resentment Riddle had and took two steps forward, turning to look around at the young wizards.

"Did Professor Riddle dance well?" He asked cheerfully.

"Yes!"

"Assistant Professor Riddle danced fantastic!"

The young wizards on stage laughed and let out a burst of applause.

"You guys think he danced well, don't you?" Dracula turned his words around and gave a contemptuous laugh, "But I have a different opinion."

"Before coming to my open class on Black Magic Defense, Assistant Professor Riddle had never learned any moves that had anything to do with street dancing."

"These wonderful dance steps, the frequency of arm swings, and even the expressions on his face are all just products of my manipulation. It would be extremely taxing on his body."

Dracula's eyes swept idly over all the young wizards around him and asked softly, "Would you like it if I cast this soul-stealing spell on you?"

The laughter and cheers from the stage died down almost immediately, leaving only certain mischief-makers who were watching to see what was going on to maintain their joyful expressions.

"Oh? I see there are others who don't seem to care too much." Dracula's eyes went to the two little fiery red-haired wizards and smiled with interest.

"In that case, would any of you like to come up and experience it?" He asked.

Fred and George immediately raised their hands high in the air.

They thought it was a very interesting thing to be able to dance a dance they hadn't learned.

This experience of being controlled by the Soul Snatching Curse was probably just a novelty for these two heartless mischievous people.

Looking down at the twins on stage, Dracula slowly quirked the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, then, let's have Fred Weiss come up here and volunteer for everyone for once." He related.

One of the young red-haired wizards jumped up in surprise and was ready to run towards the dueling stage.

Before he could reach the dueling platform, however, he realized that his twin brother had scurried up to the stage ahead of him.

"George, what are you doing? It was my name that Professor Dracula was shouting!" Fred became enraged and shouted at George.

"I was going to ask you, George, why are you impersonating me?" George had the cheek to turn Fred back on him, "I'm the one who's Fred, Professor Dracula clearly called out for me!"

Fred was exasperated and laughed, crossing his arms at George on the stage, "So let me ask you, how are you going to prove you're Fred?"

"You leave me alone, how are you going to prove you're Fred?" George, not in the least bit flustered, threw the question back.

"Oh, I'm afraid you've missed the mark this time, George." Fred gave a winning smile.

He unbuttoned his wizard's robe, revealing a thick sweater inside, hand-sewn by Mrs. Weasley, with a large letter "F" stitched on it.

This is Mrs. Weasley's Christmas gift to all the Weasley children, every year, each of them will receive a piece of brightly colored wool sewn on the top of the initials of each child's name.

It is worth noting that this year Harry had one, too, with a large letter "H" sewn into the sweater.

Seeing the letter on Fred's chest, George silently tightened the front of his wizarding robe to block the letter "G" on his own chest.

"George, you despicable bastard, stealing my sweater!" With a twinkle in his eye, he immediately came up with another idea and exclaimed, "I'll be sure to write and tell mom when I get back!"

Dracula couldn't help but look just as dark as he looked at the twins who were condemning each other.

"So eager to experience what it's like to be controlled by a soul snatching spell?" He sneered, silently marking these two Weasleys in his heart, "Fine, I promise you, come up here both together."

Fred and George, not having the slightest idea of what raging storm they were about to face, cheerfully stopped their bickering and walked up to the dueling stage in high spirits.

"Professor, do we need to do anything?" Standing on the dueling stage, Fred looked at Dracula with expectant eyes.

"Assistant Professor Riddle, what does it feel like to be controlled by the Soul Snatching Curse, can you reveal a little bit first?" George, on the other hand, looked at Riddle with an expectant face.

These two living treasures simply didn't look like they were coming to experience the Unforgivable Spell, instead they looked like they were traveling to the dueling stage.

"Cut the crap, you guys will know in a moment." Dracula interrupted them unceremoniously, then lightly snapped his fingers.

"Soul Out of Body (Imperio)."

As the incantation for the Soul Snatching Spell came out of Dracula's mouth, the candlelight in the auditorium quietly became soft.

The unmanned band at the front of the auditorium also strummed on its own, playing soft, spring-like music.

At the same time, the expressions of Fred and George changed, and the exuberant look of excitement was put away and turned somewhat ... flirtatious?

The two of them tiptoed lightly to the soft music, their bodies leaping up and kicking their toes behind them, their necks tilting up to close to their calves underneath their red hair, and their soft waists taking on a reverse bow, full of tension.

The long sleeves of the Hogwarts school robes flew like snow haunting the wind, swinging gently at the low echoes of the music and flinging them swiftly at the high points!

Scarves swayed, lapels fluttered, and Fred and George seemed to be riding the wind the next second. The lightness and the grace of the dance are so perfected that they are in a state of perfection!

This beautiful dance, if it was performed by a gentle dancer, might have brought the audience an experience of extreme beauty.

However, this dance was favorably performed by the two men, Fred and George, and the flirtatious and touching expressions on their faces and the soft and delicate dance moves on their bodies made the little wizards under the stage call out for hot eyes.

Percy, Ron and Ginny covered their eyes at the same time.

If it wasn't for the overly obvious color of their hair, they would have inevitably lost their tongues and denied that these two goods on stage were their brothers.

"Don't just dance, have you forgotten what I'm trying to teach you guys to do in this class?"

Dracula's voice rang out from the edge of the stage.

"Use your will to resist my control, to break free of the spirit!" He shouted, "Do you want to be humiliated in front of your classmates until the music ends?"

He stared at Fred and George's movements, reducing the magic applied to the soul-stealing spell to only about a tenth of what Riddle had just endured, feeling the resistance coming from the twins' spirits.

After a few moments, Dracula's face completely darkened.

These two shameless guys actually had absolutely no shame about this behavior of dancing the female folk dance in front of their classmates!

Dracula could not feel any hint of resistance at all from the control of the soul snatching spell, and could even vaguely feel that these two people seemed to ... enjoy themselves in it?

He inexorably stopped controlling the twins' Soul Snatching Spell, and then somewhat grumpily kicked the two off the dueling stage.

"You two, double all your homework for the semester!" Dracula shouted viciously at Fred and George.

After the pair of living treasures were kicked off the dueling stage, they were oblivious to the disgusted gazes of the surrounding crowd, patted their asses and stood up, and started discussing to themselves how they felt about the dance they had just done under the control of the Soul Snatching Curse.

"Wow, I never thought I'd be able to dance like that one day." Fred said excitedly.

"Wow, it's so soothing, it feels like all the ligaments in my body have been stretched." George moved his knees, every now and then sucking in a cool breath, "Hiss - I didn't feel it just now, but it really hurts to feel it now!"

"..."

Dracula's mouth twitched at the corners of his mouth as he watched these two living treasures act with a complete lack of shame, in a very upset mood.

"Leave those two alone, up comes one with a face!" He gritted his teeth and said, "I let you guys come up here to exercise your ability to resist the Soul Snatching Curse, not to come up here to enjoy yourselves!"

However, the little wizards under the stage were all resistant to the matter of coming up to the stage to demonstrate after seeing Fred and George's shameful fame scene.

No one was willing to dance in full view of the public like the people before them.

"No one?" Dracula said with a smirk, "Then I may take a roll call."

"Harry Potter!"

This savior was a young wizard that Dumbledore had focused on, so having him learn how to resist the soul snatching spell should make the old principal quite happy.

Once the old principal was happy, he might not go after himself for using the Unforgivable Spell.

Dracula secretly made a calculation.

Harry on the stage was completely surprised that he would be called, and his eyes widened incredulously.

"That's you Potter, come on up." Dracula repeated, "Don't keep the others waiting."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder to cheer him up, but the corners of his mouth that couldn't stop rising clearly reflected his delight at the fact that Harry was about to dance on stage.

Hermione glared at Ron and looked concerned as she comforted Harry.

Filled with sadness, Harry said goodbye to his two youngest friends, took a step or three onto the dueling stage, and then closed his eyes in resignation.

"Relax, of the three Unforgivable Curses, only the Soul Snatching Curse is completely defensible, I'll show you how to do it." Dracula explained, "It takes true courage and a strong spirit, not everyone can do it."

"Therefore, if a dark wizard tries to control you with a soul snatching spell, it is best to avoid being hit by it."

Dracula raised his wand and recited the incantation for the Soul Snatching Spell once again.

Harry felt nothing but lightness under the control of the Soul Snatching Spell, his mind swept away with thoughts and worries, leaving only a fuzzy, unseen and untouchable joy.

He stood there, feeling particularly relaxed and carefree, only modally aware of his classmates watching him from the stage.

Then he heard Professor Dracula's voice, echoing in some distant corner of his empty head:

Run ... run on the dueling stage ... turn a heel ... turn a heel at the edge of the stage ...

Harry ran around the perimeter of the dueling stage, occasionally flipping a front flip over the edge of the stage.

After the farce of the Weasley twins, Dracula wasn't in the mood to pick any dances for Harry to go to, but it still wasn't an easy move to get him to do, and the flips were considerably more than he was physically capable of doing on his own.

"Listen Potter, do your best to use your will to resist the grip of the soul snatching spell." Dracula said softly as he stood in the center of the dueling platform, "Don't worry about what you're doing, don't look at what's around you, put all your energy into it, all you need to do is get rid of the soul snatching spell!"

Harry heard Dracula's voice, but Professor Dracula's outward voice overlapped with the distant voice in his head, so dreamlike and vague that it was impossible to tell the difference.

The words Dracula uttered on the dueling platform soon faded, replaced by a louder and louder urging:

Go turn a heel ... turn a heel ...

'But why?'

Another voice awoke in Harry's head.

'It's stupid to do it.' The voice said.

... Turn over a heel.

'No, I don't want to do a heel turn, thanks.' The other voice said, in a somewhat firmer tone, 'No, I really don't want to flip ...'

Let you flip just flip! Quick flip!

The next thing Harry knew, he felt a sharp pain in his butt.

He flipped over, but flipped over while trying not to flip over-

The result was that he landed on his butt, the hard dueling platform making a 'winter' sound, and a sharp pain in his tailbone, as if the bone had been shattered.

"Huh?" Dracula gave Harry a surprised look.

He hadn't even expected that just a little second year wizard would be so visibly resistant to the Soul Snatcher spell the first time he was manipulated that it even affected his body's ability to manipulate his movements.

Even if Dracula had only used a tenth of the magic power he had used when controlling Riddle, that was still quite a rare thing.

So, this savior really does have something special about him?

Dracula quirked the corner of his mouth with interest.