It was not until the evening that Albert slowly returned to Hogwarts Castle.
He walked in an unsteady manner, as dancing practice was really tiring for his feet. Isobel didn't know what was going on, so she dragged him to practice dancing the entire afternoon.
"Maybe, because you don't have to worry about getting your feet stepped on?"
Albert thought maliciously on the way back to the Gryffindor common room.
After he spent experience to upgrade his dancing skills, Isobel probably found joy in dancing.
Of course, after practicing for a whole afternoon, their dancing finally no longer had the stiff feeling of being manipulated, although their dancing was still far from elegant.
"What's wrong with him?"
In the common room, Albert spotted the injured George at a glance. The unfortunate guy's arm seemed to be broken and was wrapped in a large circle of white bandage.
George reached out and gently hit Fred, who was laughing, and said unhappily: "It's broken."
"Did you provoke the Whomping Willow?" Albert raised his eyebrows. "Didn't I warn you..."
"We didn't mess with the tree," George protested. "We just came out of it and were attacked."
"Actually, you're pretty lucky. There was an unlucky guy who lost an eye after provoking the Whomping Willow." Albert sat next to Fred and asked, "What did Madam Pomfrey say?"
"Madam Pomfrey has reconnected George's bones and said it's best not to exert too much force in the next two days." Lee Jordan did not gloat over his misfortune. He regretted a little that he did not listen to Albert.
At that time, the three of them had just passed through the long secret passage and when they came out, they found that things were just as Albert said. The entrance to the secret passage was just below the Whomping Willow on the edge of Hogwarts. In other words, this was the seventh secret passage to leave Hogwarts.
Maybe it was because their hands touched the trunk of the Whomping Willow that the three of them got into bad luck as soon as they came out, making them look particularly embarrassed.
"Why did you come back just now?" Lee Jordan asked, changing the subject.
"I'm learning to dance." Albert said casually, "As you know, I'm going to France to attend a wedding during the Christmas holiday. An old friend reminded me that it's best to learn to dance, so I've been practicing dancing this afternoon."
"very nice!"
"That's great. I want to learn it too."
"You should have called us. I can't dance either."
"Shut up, can't you see my leg is almost lame?"
Albert glared at the three people who were making a fuss, took out his pocket watch, checked the time and said, "I have to go to the school hospital before the duel club starts. I hope Madam Pomfrey can help me relieve the pain."
Being stepped on once or twice would only hurt for a moment. But after being stepped on for an entire afternoon, Albert even wondered if his foot bones were broken.
By the time Albert came out from Madam Pomfrey, the pain in his feet had eased somewhat.
Madam Pomfrey gave him an ointment to apply to ease the pain.
Of course, Albert did not miss the opportunity. While applying the ointment to his feet, he took the opportunity to discuss the manufacturing method of the ointment with Madam Pomfrey.
When I returned to the auditorium, I found that it was already packed with people.
There was no way. The Dueling Club was so famous that almost all the students in the school came. The entrance became very crowded. The students were excited and holding their wands, ready to attend the party.
The long dining table in the auditorium also disappeared, replaced by a dueling stage with hundreds of candles floating in the sky.
“So slow!”
Fred and George walked towards Albert, patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "We thought you weren't coming!"
"I wonder who will teach us." Shanna also came over and greeted the three people with a smile. She was obviously very interested in the duel between wizards.
"Everyone is saying it's Professor Flitwick." Angelina took Arya's hand and waved at them. After noticing Shanna's puzzled look, she smiled and explained, "Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young. I think there is no one more suitable than him."
"No, it's Lockhart!"
Albert motioned for everyone to look at the stage. Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had already come on stage to preside over this dueling club.
At this moment, Gilderoy Lockhart was wearing a purple robe and looked absolutely radiant. However, what everyone was most concerned about was not him, but the assistant next to him.
Snape was still wearing his usual black robes, with a gloomy face, as he followed Lockhart onto the stage.
"Look at Snape's expression. I wouldn't be surprised if he gave Lockhart an Avada Kedavra later." George's depressed mood caused by his injured arm quickly disappeared, and he looked at the two people on the stage with interest.
In fact, everyone is curious about what will happen next.
Lockhart waved for everyone to be quiet and asked the students to gather around the edge of the stage to listen to him. After he finished his speech, he introduced his assistant, Professor Snape, to everyone.
After hearing Lockhart say, "... I will return your Potions teacher to you intact!", Albert finally came back to his senses from the long speech.
Snape's lips curled up maliciously, obviously wanting to take the opportunity to teach Lockhart a lesson.
"Someone is going to be in trouble!"
Lee Jordan looked excited. His expectations had come true. The two men on the stage were showing everyone how wizards duel.
They bowed to each other, then held their wands in front of their chests like arrows, counted to three together, and used magic at their opponents.
Everything happened too fast. There was a flash of dazzling red light before his eyes, and then Lockhart was hit by the spell, and his whole body flew backwards.
The Slytherin students were cheering for their head of house, while the others looked in silence at Lockhart, who had hit the wall and slid down, curling up in a ball on the floor.
"The disarming spell is very powerful. Can you do it to this extent?"
Fred, George and Lee Jordan all looked at Albert. They had all learned the Disarming Spell and knew its power.
"I haven't tried it. Snape is obviously quite resentful." Albert raised the corners of his mouth in pleasure and commented: "He used too much force!"
As he spoke, Lockhart finally got up from the ground in a mess, and then shamelessly excused his failure: "Well, everyone can see that this is a disarming spell - as you can see, I lost my wand."
His tone was light, as if he had let Snape defeat him on purpose.
"Of course, if I want to stop it, it's easy, but in order to let everyone learn a little..."
"Professor, how can we stop the disarming spell?" Lee Jordan raised his hand and asked immediately after receiving Albert's gaze. "Can you show us again?"
At this moment, the murderous look on Snape's face suddenly disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if saying to Lockhart: Let's do it again.