I don't know who will teach us today," Hermione guessed curiously, squeezing all the way to the front. "I've heard people say that Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was younger, maybe he was the one who taught us how to due..."

Harry thought it was possible that Professor McGonagall was teaching...

"I thought you could guess who it was when you saw this gilded stage..."Ivan mercilessly struck them in the head, tearing apart their illusions...

"Do you mean—" Looking at the gilded stage, a figure appeared in Harry's mind, swallowing, and asking with a hint of luck.

"No," Ron was also a little desperate, he felt that he should not come.

"That's right, it's Lockhart!" Ivan nodded, then pointed to the door of the large exhibition hall.

The three of them turned their gazes, and sure enough, they saw Gilderoy Lockhart.

It's just that today's Lockhart seems to be a little different from the past, in addition to the fuchsia robe, there is also a large golden-red cloak hanging on his back, and there is also a rectangular magic tape on the side of his face.

"Hello everyone!" Lockhart enthusiastically walked up to the stage and waved to the young wizards around him.

At the same time as he raised his hand, the gold ring inlaid with sapphires on Lockhart's finger was revealed in front of everyone, but because of Lockhart's usual temperament, it was not suspicious.

As Lockhart came on, there was a chorus of boos from the audience.

Lockhart didn't care, just pretended not to hear, cleared his throat, and said loudly to himself.

"Come around, everyone get closer! Listen to me! ”

"That's right, your Headmaster, Dumbledore, has allowed me, your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, to open this dueling club!

The purpose is to train you so that you can use what I have taught you when you need to defend yourself one day..."

As Lockhart was talking on stage, Slytherin's Marcus interrupted impatiently.

"Professor, may I leave now? I guess I might as well stay in my dorm room and play wizard chess. ”

There were not a few young wizards who had the same idea as Marcus, and after learning that the dueling club was run by Lockhart, everyone had little hope for it.

"No, it can't! I must tell you that it is a great shame to run away from duels in the wizarding world! Lockhart shook his head.

Then Lockhart pointed to the gate and said in a loud voice.

"So in order to prevent anyone from leaving a mark of shame, I have locked the door of the hall, and no one wants to leave until the class is over!"

The young wizards turned their heads to look at the closed door of the exhibition hall, and were speechless for a while...

"How could he do that?" Ron said dissatisfied.

Ivan understood that Lockhart was already desperate and ready to use the opportunity of this dueling club to save his reputation at Hogwarts.

In order to have a larger audience for this grand performance, Lockhart certainly won't let anyone go.

Shout~

While everyone was making a noise, a blinding red light rushed into the sky from the top of Lockhart's wand.

The light of the spell exploded when it touched the ceiling, bursting with brilliant sparks that immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing this, Lockhart nodded in satisfaction.

Although it wasn't the spell he wanted to unleash just now, it was fortunate that it had the same effect, didn't it?

"Ahem.. Now I'm going to teach you dueling techniques, and I'm going to pick someone to be my assistant and show you how..."

Lockhart's eyes swept over the audience, pondering who to choose for his debut...

This goal can't be too weak, so it can't be a first-year freshman, but it can't be too strong, otherwise he can't beat it...

Lockhart's gaze lingered on Ivan's body for a short time, vaguely remembering the scene of his near death yesterday, and couldn't help but shudder. Finally, he turned to look at a Slytherin cadet and confirmed his goal.

"You! That's right, don't look at anyone else... That's you, Marcus! Lockhart pointed to Marcus, who had spoken to him earlier.

"Me?" Marcus was confused, but when he thought that Lockhart was a straw bale professor, he stepped onto the stage generously.

Ivan was surprised that Lockhart didn't invite Snape to do the demonstration, could it be that this guy was obedient?

"Quick.. Look, the cloak behind Lockhart is torn! Ron sneered.

Lockhart turned around, and Ivan noticed this, and there was a big gap in the golden-red cloak.

Ivan thought about it for a while, and realized that this should be a protective cloak, and after he hard-caught a strengthened version of his Divine Edge in the activated state, it caused some damage.

This does not prevent the normal use of the protective cloak, but the protective effect may be weaker...

"Good! Let's get started! Lockhart, who was on the stage, raised his wand and gestured loudly.

"Now take a bow!" Lockhart made a bow with bells and whistles, and motioned to Marcus on the other side to do the same as himself.

Marcus's movements were very perfunctory, but he lowered his head slightly, and then clenched his wand eagerly.

Marcus felt that he would soon be able to knock out a professor in the limelight, enough for him to brag about for years.

And Lockhart is still educating everyone about how to hold the wand in a duel, and reassures everyone that this is not a real duel, and he will not take Marcus's life!

Even if he could have done it easily!

"Professor, can you start?" Hearing Lockhart belittle himself in front of everyone, Marcus's face suddenly darkened.

"Of course," Lockhart raised an eyebrow as he looked at the impatient Marcus, made a duel gesture, and counted the numbers.

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

"Tarangtella Dance!" Marcus was there the moment Lockhart said the last word!

The galloping spell swept through the air like a red lightning bolt,

Lockhart on the other side didn't seem to have time to react, a smile appeared on the corner of Marcus's mouth, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

Marcus seems to have seen Lockhart dancing in horror on stage, which is why he chose this spell.

The next moment the spell came, Lockhart's face was still calm, he pretended to point his wand at himself, and the close spell was immediately bounced back.

The red light hit Marcus's body faster than when he came, and Marcus's body danced uncontrollably...

Except for Marcus's frightened shouts, there was silence on the field...