Dudley mourned for Lockhart in his heart, and the gloomy Snape actually smiled, although it was not obvious, but it also meant that he was angry, and Lockhart was going to suffer.

Lockhart and Snape stood on either side of the ring, and they bowed to each other.

At least Lockhart bowed, and the hand holding the wand flipped in a lot of bells and whistles. Snape just shook his head impatiently, and he thought the duel was a farce.

The two of them each held their wands to their chests like swords.

Lockhart didn't forget to pretend to the little wizards at this time.

"As you can see now, this is exactly how the wands are held during the duel,"

He smiled at the crowd on the left, then at the crowd on the right, and finally he looked at Snape and said, "When I count to three, we'll cast the first spell on each other." Of course, you don't have to worry, I won't hurt you. ”

Snape grinned at Lockhart.

"I dare say, Lockhart is going to be miserable. Harry whispered, arguably best knowing what Snape's face would look like when he was angry.

He expressed despair about learning about Snape, he didn't want to know about Snape at all, but Snape just didn't want to let him go.

"One...... Two...... Three ......"

Both of them jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

Snape shouted, "Get rid of your weapons!"

"Damn!" Dudley exclaimed, he couldn't believe what he saw.

He pinched Hermione beside him hard, causing Hermione to scream in pain, and then he believed that everything in front of him was not a dream.

"Snape, the old driver, overturned!" Dudley said to himself.

Snape had indeed recited the incantation first, but as soon as the words fell, a dazzling red light struck him directly.

It was Lockhart's spell, and it was a silent spell, much faster than Snape's.

Snape was knocked to his feet, and he slammed behind him, his wand out of his hand and flew towards Lockhart. He flew off the stage and hit the wall, then slid down and curled up on the floor.

The entire auditorium was silent.

Most of the young wizards didn't believe that Lockhart had defeated Snape.

Dudley came to his senses and thought about it in horror......

Lockhart is so good in his own right, he has been acting since the beginning of school, or maybe Lockhart's strength has improved rapidly recently.

Regarding these two conjectures, Dudley agrees with the second conjecture.

Because the first guess is not in line with Lockhart's vital interests, he agrees to be a professor for nothing more than fame and selling books, but his recent performance has been damaging his reputation.

So Lockhart must have been promoted recently, and it was after the stadium incident.

It's intriguing when you think about it this way......

"Everyone, everyone!" Lockhart clapped his palms to wake up the young wizards who were still in a sluggish state, "you can see, Professor Snape is using a disarming charm. ”

Snape staggered to his feet, his long greasy hair disheveled, and he shook his head to the stage.

"It's great that you're showing them this trick, but I tell you the truth, your intentions are so obvious," Lockhart said with a big smile as he handed his wand back to Snape, "you see, my silent spell stopped you with little effort." Students, let us thank Professor Snape for his example, and he has given you more knowledge. ”

Snape glanced at Lockhart very meaningfully, he was too careless this time, he didn't expect Lockhart's ability to be so strong, and he didn't react until the moment the spell hit him.

But if you lose, you lose, and he has nothing to say, he originally came to smash the field, but he was embarrassed and thrown to his grandmother's house.

Snape turned around and walked away without a moment's pause, and if he didn't leave, he would be treated as a joke here.

Harry Potter, in particular, was excited like a baboon when he saw him lose, which made him grit his teeth in anger.

Lockhart looked at Snape's back, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he smiled at the little wizards, "Originally, I still had a lot of spells to show you, and since Professor Snape is gone, this is the end of the demonstration." ”

"Next, we're looking for two of you to practice with," his gaze swept over the many young wizards in the audience, past Dudley, past Harry, and finally his gaze returned to Harry, "Harry Potter!"

Lockhart couldn't help but speak, and walked quickly to Harry, pulling Harry, who was still in a daze, directly onto the stage.

"So who should I choose next......" he looked back into the audience.

"Professor!" a voice rang out from the Slytherin side, it was Draco Malfoy, who leapt onto the stage with one hand, "let me play against Potter." ”

Harry frantically gave Dudley a frantic look.

"Professor, let me fight Harry. Dudley shouted.

Lockhart pretended to think for a moment, and he refused: "This can't be done, your strength is too strong, if you go up, you won't be able to have the effect of sparring, then this dueling club will be meaningless." ”

Dudley frowned, this reason to coax the child, it was completely a matter, and no one in the entire academy knew about the relationship between Malfoy and Harry.

He took a deep breath and nudged Ron, who was standing aside.

Luckily, Ron is clever enough.

"Professor, then let me go up and fight Harry, we're about the same strength. ”

Lockhart shook his head, "You can't do it, your strength is too poor!"

Ron blushed and glared at Lockhart, which made him gasp for breath.

Harry was also anxious at this time, he knew that Malfoy's strength was much stronger than him, and if he really had to train, he would definitely be abused.

"Now face your partner!" Lockhart shouted from the center of the stage, "Bow!"

Harry and Malfoy barely nodded, staring at each other intently.

"Raise your wand and get ready!" Lockhart said loudly as he stepped aside, "and when I count to three, you can cast a spell and disarm each other's weapons." Listen, only the Disarming Charm is allowed, and I don't want an accident in sparring. ”

"One ......"

Harry flicked his wand hard, and he didn't wait to finish counting.

Dudley nodded in satisfaction, it seemed that Harry had listened to what he said last time, and used it shamelessly in the duel.

But the result was not satisfactory, Malfoy, who shot later, was not much slower than Harry at all, and he easily dodged Harry's spell, but his spell hit Harry directly.

It was as if Harry had been hit in the head by a frying pan, which made him stagger a bit.