Chapter 33 Duel Club (Please Read On)

At eight o'clock in the evening, Cyrus and Harry returned to the auditorium together.

The appearance of the auditorium had completely changed at this moment. The long dining table disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating in the sky. The ceiling became as dark as velvet again, and almost all the students from the school were here, crowded together, everyone holding their own wands, their faces full of excitement.

The four people squeezed into the crowd relying on their small size. Hermione said with difficulty: "I don't know who will teach us. I heard that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young. Maybe it was him."

"No matter who it is, as long as it's not -" Before Harry could finish his words, he saw two people he least wanted to see walking onto the stage. One of them was the dazzling Lockhart in a purple robe, and the other It was Snape with a gloomy face. It looked like a stark contrast to Lockhart, who wore black robes that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Harry's unfinished words turned into a sad moan.

Hermione is very happy, she still thinks that Lockhart is as great as what is written in his books!

As for his stupid behavior, they were all ignored under Lockhart's shining face.

It's hard to imagine that Hermione could be so irrational. Lockhart alone made her fascinated. Sure enough, even in the wizarding world, appearance is a thing comparable to magic potion. Otherwise Tom Riddle wouldn't be so successful.

He's just a scumbag who goes around deceiving young girls, rich women, and married men just because he's good-looking.

He even deceived female ghosts!

condemn!

Must be condemned!

What? Is this what I look like now?

That's okay.

"Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!" Lockhart felt the enthusiastic support of hundreds of female students, and suddenly became more excited, sparing no effort The performance started.

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to open this small dueling club to fully train everyone in case you need to defend yourself one day. Protect yourself in the same way that I have used countless times - for details on this, Please see my published work.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Lockhart said, grinning broadly. "He told me that he himself knew a thing or two about dueling, and he generously Promise to help me with a small demonstration before class. I said, I don't want you little guys to worry - after I finish the demonstration with him, I will return your potions teacher to you intact. Don’t be afraid, people!”

"Wouldn't it be great if they fought it out and both sides would lose?" Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

"Come on, I'm afraid Lockhart can't even catch one of Snape's moves." Cyrus shook his head and said, "I heard that Snape is the most powerful among the four deans."

If he could freely use black magic, then Snape would indeed be stronger than the other three deans. His talent was also appreciated by Voldemort. After all, he was a genius who developed several types of magic during his school days.

And according to Sirius, at the age of eleven, Snape knew more curses and curses than most seventh-grade students.

Harry agreed very much with Cyrus's words, because he saw Snape's upper lip curled up, showing a very scary look - like a cat playfully playing with a mouse - he didn't understand that Harry Why was Hart still smiling? If Snape had looked at him like that, he would have spread his legs and run in the opposite direction.

"There are always people who even deceive themselves in lies. It's really sad, don't you think?" Cyrus whispered in Harry's ear.

Ron looked at him in surprise.

"Are you not shy now?"

Cyrus ignored him.

At this point, Lockhart and Snape turned to each other and bowed. Lockhart did many tricks with his hands, but Snape just shook his head impatiently. Then they held their wands to their chests like arrows.

The students all fell silent and watched this scene nervously. It was like a group of people watching the duel between two masters at the top of the Forbidden City, fearing that the slightest noise would affect the two masters.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in the normal dueling posture," Lockhart told the hushed crowd. "On the count of three, we cast the first spell. Of course, none of us can do it. The other person’s life.”

"I don't dare to bet." In response, Snape showed his teeth and smiled lowly.

They both jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

"one two three--"

Snape uttered the curse at lightning speed:

"Expelliarmus!"

Suddenly a dazzling red light flashed, and Lockhart was struck unsteadily. He flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall, then slid off and curled up on the floor. He was almost fooled.

Didn't you agree that you are just a magic potion refining person?

Why is it so strong?

Malfoy and several other Slytherin students applauded.

Hermione jumped up and down on tiptoe. "Do you think he's okay?" she screamed, covering her mouth with her fingers.

"Whatever!" Harry and Ron said at the same time.

Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat falling off and his wavy curls standing on end.

Looking at the suspicious eyes of the little wizards, Lockhart realized that he had to regain control of the situation and cover up his embarrassment. So he rushed back to the stage, the residual power of the spell made him dizzy and walked crookedly.

"Well, everyone sees it! This is a disarming spell - as you can see, I lost my wand - ah, thank you, Miss Brown."

He turned to Snape: "Yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show them this trick, but don't mind me saying this, your intention to do this just now was too obvious. If I want to stop you, it's effortless. I think, in order to increase their knowledge, let them see..."

"He is so shameless." Cyrus' mouth twitched. He dared to say that even though he was not as skilled as others. I guess Snape must be regretting that he used "Disarmament" instead of "God of War".

Sure enough, Snape had a murderous look on his face. Lockhart probably noticed it, so he said quickly:

"The demonstration ends here! Now I'll come to you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, if you're willing to help me..."

They walked through the crowd and paired everyone up. Lockhart asked Neville to pair up with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape walked up to Harry and the others first.

"I think the dream team should be broken up," he said with a sneer, "Weasley, you can pair up with Finnigan. Potter--"

Harry subconsciously moved closer to Hermione.

"I don't think so." Snape said, with a cold smile on his face, "Malfoy, come here. Let's see what kind of person you can make of the famous Potter. Miss Granger--you can pair up with Miss Bulstrode. As for you--Ginny Weasley--"

The corners of his mouth rose to reveal an evil smile.