A week later, an exciting news was posted on the bulletin boards in the common rooms of the four colleges—the school will start a duel club. It seems that the rumors in recent days made Dumbledore also feel that he should train the students' skills. In terms of actual combat ability, Malfoy has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and he has his own plan in this event.
At eight o'clock in the evening, almost all the students came to the auditorium. They were crowded together, and everyone held their own wands, with excited faces.
The long dining table disappeared, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, lit by hundreds of candles floating overhead. The ceiling was once again as black as velvet.
They were discussing excitedly, and Hermione was wondering if it would be Professor Flitwick who would teach them. It is said that he used to be the dueling champion, but when Harry and Ron saw Lockhart wearing a fuchsia robe, walking on the stage radiantly When, they all sighed.
Snape followed closely beside him.
"The previous ones were just some small mistakes, and today we will see his true strength." Hermione said confidently.
"Come on, he lost all of Harry's bones. I hope his mistake can be used on Snape, and he will lose two bones." Ron said sarcastically.
"Stop arguing, let's take a closer look." The sufferer spoke, and Hermione and Ron stopped arguing.
Lockhart waved for silence, then shouted: "Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!" Well, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start This little dueling club, training everyone well in case you ever need to defend yourself, defends yourself in the same way that I have used countless times - see my published work for details on this.
"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Lockhart said, grinning widely, "he told me he knew a thing or two about duels himself, and he generously Promise, help me with a little demonstration before class. I said, I don't want to worry you little fellows—I'll return your Potions teacher intact when I'm done demonstrating with him, do not be afraid!"
Then they each bowed to each other, flailing their hands a lot, and Snape just shook his head impatiently. They then held their respective wands like arrows to their chests.
"As you can see, we hold our wands in the normal dueling position," Lockhart said to the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we cast the first spell. Of course, none of us would take The man's life." "I wouldn't bet on it," Harry whispered, seeing Snape baring his teeth. "One-two-three-" The two simultaneously raised their wands sharply over their shoulders. Snape shouted, "Disarm you!" Suddenly a blinding red light flashed.
Malfoy felt that his embarrassment was about to explode, he turned his head and couldn't bear to continue watching, and Lockhart would be knocked off the stage in a moment, bounced to the wall and then slid down, and then forced himself to stand up and say no It would be good to save his face with words of pain or not, and then continue to bear the suspicious eyes of the students. Once or twice would be fine, but Malfoy would be amazed at his cheekiness if the number of times increased.
"Armor protection!"
"What?" The expected thing didn't happen, and Malfoy turned his head back again, and he saw the red light bounce off and rush towards the ceiling.
"Disarm you!" Lockhart counterattacked after successfully defending. He spun his wand a few times before slowly casting a spell, which seemed to make him seem to be able to handle it with ease.
"Armor protection!" Snape waved his wand, and did the same, but it seemed that the power of Lockhart's spell was much stronger than he imagined, the spell was bounced off, but Snape himself staggered He took a few steps back and finally sat down on the ground.
"What the hell is this?" Malfoy felt like he couldn't help complaining, and he even began to maliciously speculate whether Lockhart bribed Snape and gave him a few photos of Lily before Snape Pu intentionally released water, which is simply too ruinous. An idiot defeated the Half-Blood Prince in a duel? The Half-Blood Prince who invented the Shadowless God and the Fuchsia? Who would believe it
Deathly silence.
Then all the houses except Slytherin erupted into trembling cheers. This was the first time they saw Snape completely devastated, and they still couldn't get revenge. His skills were inferior to others, so who could blame him? Woolen cloth
"Okay, everyone saw it!" Lockhart waved his wand, attracting everyone's attention, and then slowly walked forward and stretched out his hand, apparently to show off his elegance demeanor.
But Snape didn't accept his favor, brushed the dust off his robes, and stood up by himself.
Lockhart, who was rejected, didn't look embarrassed, and no one thought he was embarrassed. The only ones who were embarrassed were the students of Slytherin. Their dean was defeated, and it seemed that the person who defeated him had been in the usual way in the school before. The performance wasn't great either.
"Oh my God." Ron opened his mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time.
"I believe he made a mistake before." Harry also widened his eyes. Now he thinks that Lockhart is simply the best teacher, and he gave him a bad breath, even if his bones were changed by him before. , it's nothing, who doesn't miss the time
Hermione showed a smug smile, as if to say: "Look, I'm not wrong."
Defeating Snape this time made all the voices that suspected Lockhart disappear, and he gained a huge reputation. Now not only the girls are staring at him, but even many boys are looking at him with admiration.
"Professor Snape and I used the Disarming Curse to attack each other just now." Lockhart cleared his throat and began to talk about his dueling experience, "But you have all seen that even with the same spell, different people The effect is also different." He glanced at Snape, and added: "Professor Snape, don't mind, this is for the students."
Snape's face turned even worse, frighteningly pale.
The Gryffindor students exchanged excitedly, they only hated that they didn't bring their cameras now, to leave a precious photo for this memorable moment.
"Harry, to be honest, it's a shame Neville didn't come today." Ron said as if thinking of something.
"It's really a pity." Harry shook his head regretfully, "If he came today, maybe he wouldn't be afraid of Snape in the future."