I don't know if you can understand what it's like to be more stuffy indoors than outdoors, summer is very difficult for fat people, especially when the computer is not in an air-conditioned room.

If last month was May sick, now it's June Orz.

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Neville had never understood why wizards had to duel with wands and spells, and the rule that whoever had their wand out first would lose.

If you can knock out your opponent with your fists, why stick to a wand?

Thinking about the dueling club that would take place in the evening, Neville felt a little headache, and hopefully no one would choose him as an opponent by then, otherwise it would be really difficult.

People like Neville were in the minority, and at eight o'clock in the evening, a crowd of excited students gathered in the auditorium to wait. Almost all the students from the whole school came, crowded one after another, everyone holding their wands and their faces full of excitement.

The long dining table vanished, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above, and the ceiling once again became as black as velvet.

The crowd was cut open like cheese by Neville's dinner knife, and he led his friends to the front, which was a good position.

"I don't know who is going to teach us. Hermione said, "I've been told that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was younger, and maybe he taught us." ”

"As long as it's not—"

Harry's words turned into a moan. I saw Lockhart walk up to the stage, wearing a fuchsia robe, shining brightly, and the person beside him was none other than Snape, and he was still wearing his usual black clothes.

Lockhart waved everyone to silence, and then shouted, "Come around, come around, can everyone see me? Can you hear me?"

"Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club to train you in case you need to defend yourself one day, in the way I have used so many times - for more information on this, see my published work. ”

Ron opened his mouth, as was customary for him to start broadcasting how to black Lockhart, but Neville noticed Hermione's wand pointing at him, and then he couldn't say a word.

Ron was naturally very upset to find out that he had been banned, but when he noticed that Hermione's wand was still pointing at him vaguely, he was honest.

“…… I don't want you little ones to worry - I'll give you back your potions teacher intact when I'm done showing him, don't be afraid!"

It should be said that Lockhart is still quite fat, and if he were someone else, Neville might think that this was called a master of art, after all, not everyone dared to joke about Snape, but in Lockhart, Neville felt that this might be the legendary [death].

Snape's upper lip curled, a student like Harry who had seen Snape couldn't understand why Lockhart was still smiling, if Snape looked at them like that, they would have spread their legs and run desperately in the opposite direction.

Snape was more of a wild man than a decent Lockhart, he didn't bow to Lockhart or flip a lot of tricks with his two hands, and the movements still looked quite stylish.

Snape shook his head impatiently, if there was still a little bit of interest at first, he just wanted to get back to studying potions now.

They held their wands to their chests like swords, and Lockhart explained, "As you can see, we hold our wands in a normal duel position, count to three, and we will cast the first magic. Of course, neither of us will take the other's life. ”

Neville jotted down these points in his notebook, and as he drew with his pen, he didn't forget to think about how to use his fists to flip the other side within the rules.

You can't use all spells, so just put a spell on it.

Thinking back on the spell he had learned, Neville found that the Flash Charm seemed to be a good fit, at least it wasn't harmful, and even if it failed, it would be no light.

"One, two, three—"

The two of them raised their wands above their shoulders at the same time, and it could be seen that Snape was much stronger than Lockhart, and his downward swing of his wand was more like a sword slash, clean.

"Except for your weapons!"

A dazzling flash of red light flashed, and Lockhart was slammed off the stage as he slammed backwards, slammed into the wall, and then slid down, curled up on the floor.

So far, Lockhart's performance cannot be said to be a complete failure, because in terms of failure alone, there is no more successful than him.

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

Adhering to the principle of pretending to be forced by himself, even if he is kneeling, Lockhart fell crookedly and re-entered the stage, explaining his own failure as intentional and setting an example.

There was sporadic applause from the audience, but even those who didn't like Snape were reluctant to give it to Lockhart, who wanted to see Lockhart beat Snape in a fancy way.

“…… Don't mind if I say that, your intention to do so is obvious. If I want to stop you, I don't have to do anything. I think it would be better to let them see ...... in order to increase their knowledge."

Maybe it was too energetic, and if he didn't pay attention, Lockhart went too far again, and Snape stared at Lockhart coldly with a murderous face.

It's still cold in December, but you can still feel the chill in the crowded auditorium, and it's not just the weather.

Lockhart probably noticed it too, and heard him say, "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I'll come among you and divide you all into groups of two." Professor Snape, if you're willing to help me......"

They weave their way through the crowd and pair everyone up. The results were mixed, such as Justin Finchrie, who became Neville's opponent, had a painful face because he saw that Neville was still holding the iron lump in his hand, with dense finger prints on it.

The wisest decision at this point was to abstain, and Justin did exactly that, and no one laughed at him for it, and no one wanted to be Neville's opponent.

Snape grouped Harry and Malfoy, apparently on purpose, and Malfoy was smug and smug.

What happened afterwards proved that Malfoy was relied upon, and most likely from Snape.

"Oolong out of the hole!"

The tip of Malfoy's wand exploded into a cloud of black mist, and then a long black snake burst out of it and landed heavily on the floor between them, raising its head and preparing to attack.

The crowd screamed, quickly dodging backwards, making way for the clearing.

"Don't move, Potter, I'll get him away......" Snape said nonchalantly.

"Let me come!"

Lockhart shouted, raising his wand and waving it menacingly at the snake. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the snake not only did not disappear, but jumped up more than a foot high and fell heavily back to the floor. It raged, hissing and spitting out letters that snawled straight towards Justin Finchri, and then it raised its head, bared its fangs, and took an offensive stance.

Harry didn't understand why he did it, he didn't even realize he had decided to do it. All he knew was that his legs moved forward on their own, as if he were stepping on tiny casters, and then he stupidly shouted at the snake, "Let go—"

A miracle was almost on the verge of happening, if Harry could have said it sooner.

"Smack!"

Neville tossed the iron lump from his hand, and although he didn't push too hard, the unlucky snake's head had been flattened.

Although he did a good deed, the faces of everyone present were not very good.

Neville was because he had noticed circles of cracks on the smooth marble floor, and he was sure that he would have been deducted points this time, and he knew that he might as well go over and pinch the snake and strangle it.

Others, some were frightened by the unexpected turn of events, while others had spotted the problem in Harry's previous voice.

The creepy, uncomfortable sound sounded similar to the hissing sound made by the black snake before.

This is snake language.

Students who have recently looked up a lot of information about the Chamber of Secrets and Salazar Slytherin will be familiar with this, as this is one of the skills of the master of the Chamber of Secrets.

The students still believed that Neville wasn't lying, but they didn't trust Harry as much as they used to.

This is not a good thing.