The students who had expected to learn some real skills were disappointed to find that the Dueling Club had become a joke.
Lockhart had originally planned to show everyone how to duel, but he picked the wrong opponent. Snape was definitely not a little wizard to be manipulated by him in class.
After Lockhart counted down three times, Snape only waved his wand lightly, and a dazzling red light flashed in front of everyone. Lockhart was knocked off his feet and flew backwards off the stage, hitting the wall before sliding back down, curled up on the floor.
Ai Wen took a breath, this fall was not light.
Amidst the girls' screams, Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat off, his wavy curls standing on end.
He staggered back onto the stage, seemingly only realizing what had happened.
"I think you all see, it's a disarming spell, and as you can see, I lost my wand."
"And flew out!" There was a burst of boos from the audience.
But everyone underestimated Lockhart's thick skin, and he waved down, taking the boos as a compliment.
"Yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show the students this trick, but don't mind me saying that, your intention to do this just now is obvious. If I want to stop you, It's a no-brainer. I think it would be a good idea for them to see, for the sake of their knowledge. . . . ”
Noticing the murderous look on Snape's face, Lockhart said hastily, "Okay, okay, the demonstration is over. Now I'll come among you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help I... ... "
They walk through the crowd and make pairs for everyone.
Lockhart paired Neville and Justin, and Snape walked up to Harry and Ron.
"The dream team should break up, I think!" he sneered. "Weasley, you could pair up with Mason; as for you, Potter... "
Hearing his words, Harry subconsciously moved closer to Hermione.
"I don't think so," said Snape, with a cold smile on his face. "Malfoy, come here. Let's see what you can make of the famous Potter. Granger Miss, you can pair up with Miss Millison."
Malfoy walked over arrogantly, with a smug smile on his face.
Behind him was a tall, strong, stocky Slytherin girl with a fat chin protruding menacingly. Hermione smiled at her reluctantly, but she ignored her.
The ensuing duel was a nightmare. Just after Lockhart shouted three two one, a puff of green smoke filled the entire venue.
Harry and Malfoy were jinxed at each other until Snape went to help them untie them; Neville and Justin were both lying on the floor, panting; Hermione and Millicent were still on the move, Mirri Sen clamped Hermione's head, and Hermione cried out in pain. Both of their wands were forgotten on the floor.
Harry jumped forward hastily and pulled Millicent away.
The worst part is the group of Ivan and Ron. Before the duel started, Ivan asked Ron to use a weapon against himself. It was to let his wand fly out, not as exaggerated as Snape knocking Lockhart into the air.
In the next second, Ivan realized that he was wrong.
A dark blue light flew out of Ron's wand. Ivan had never seen a spell with such a light. It looked like evil black magic. This is definitely not the Avada Kedavra, but Ivan feels the danger of death from it.
Knowing that he couldn't take it hard, he shouted that there were many obstacles, and turned around and fell to the side.
The obstacle spell seemed to have worked, and the dark blue light slowed down and landed on the position where Ivan was standing just now.
As if contaminated by strong sulfuric acid, Aiwen saw that the marble floor was corroded rapidly and sunk deeply, and the little wizard around him let out an exclamation.
"Oh my god, Ron, what did you use?" Ivan shouted in shock.
"I don't know!" Ron seemed to have just woken up, "You know, I just used the weapon to kill you, I didn't know it would be like this..."
Snape hurried over and looked at the traces on the ground with a gloomy face. After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at Ron with a strange expression.
"Weasley, did you go to peek at the books in the restricted section?!" His tone was not so much questioning, but questioning.
"No, no!" Ron remembered the book "Powerful Potion", he stuttered and answered, looking very suspicious.
"Needless to say, there must be something wrong with your broken wand." Seeing Ron's appearance, Ivan knew that he would suffer, and he couldn't let Snape find out that they were making Polyjuice Potion, so he hurriedly changed the subject Said, "Ron, until you get a new wand, I will never practice duels with you again."
"But, what is this spell..."
"Enough!" Snape yelled sharply. "If you keep practicing with empty heads like you, I can collect your corpses tomorrow."
"That's right, Professor Snape." Lockhart followed up. "I think it's best to teach them how to stop unfriendly magic. Is there a couple who volunteered to come up and demonstrate, Longbottom and Fenryry, How are you?"
"That's a bad idea, Professor Lockhart." Snape slid across the stage like a large, vicious bat. "Like Weasley with an empty head, Longbottom can't even use the simplest spell." Can cause damage. We will put the remains of Finlay in a matchbox and send them to the hospital ward."
Neville's round pink face blushed even more, and Snape said with a smirk, "How are Malfoy and Potter?"
"Fantastic!" Lockhart motioned Harry and Malfoy into the middle of the Great Hall, and the people stepped back to make room for them.
Harry and Malfoy stood on both sides of the stage, and Lockhart and Snape whispered to each other, imparting some fighting skills. Not knowing what to say to Harry, Lockhart swung his wand a few times, dropping it to the ground.
Next, it was the same as Ivan remembered.
The long black snake suddenly shot out of Malfoy's wand, landed heavily in the center of the stage, and raised its head, ready to attack.
The crowd screamed and dodged back quickly to make way for the clearing.
Snape was going to scare Harry, but Lockhart made things worse by waving his wand and sending the black snake flying high into the middle of the crowd.
It was furious, spit out the letter, and swam straight to Justin Fletcher, who was closest to it, raised its head, bared its fangs, and assumed an attacking posture.
Then everyone heard Harry start talking to the black snake with a hissing voice, as if performing an ancient and mysterious ritual, everyone held their breath and remained motionless, the auditorium was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard Be clear.
The snake stopped, and Harry looked up at Justin, grinning.
Seeing his gaze, everyone took a step back in unison, and Justin's face was full of anger and horror.
"What kind of trick do you think you're playing?" He yelled, and because he was afraid of tears rolling in his eyes, he turned and rushed out of the auditorium.
Seeing Harry standing on the stage with a confused face, Ivan hurried up with Ron and dragged him down.