The next morning, the bones in Harry's arm had grown. Madam Pomfrey came to check it out and found that she looked good, so she told Harry that he could leave.

Naturally, Harry couldn't wait.

He dressed as quickly as he could, and hurried to Gryffindor Tower to hug, eager to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin and Dobby, but they weren't there.

Harry went out again, wondering where they could go. He felt a little aggrieved, they didn't even care if his bones had grown well.

But when he searched and came to Myrtle's bathroom, he found that Hermione was the only one brewing medicine here.

"Harry!" She said, "You scared the hell out of me. Come on in - how's your arm? ”

"Very good." Harry said, squeezing into the small room.

There was a crucible on the toilet bowl, and Harry heard a crackling sound coming from underneath the toilet bowl and knew they had a fire underneath. Using magic to conjure a carryable, waterproof fire was Hermione's forte.

"Where's Ron? Isn't he here? Harry asked curiously.

"Yes," said Hermione, "well, I mean, I haven't seen him since this morning. ”

As they were talking, they saw Ron push the door straight in, and his face was very ugly.

"What's wrong, Ron? Where have you been? Harry said in surprise.

Ron was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm going to find Maca." ”

"Looking for Maca?" Hermione stood up suddenly.

"Well, didn't find ......"

Ron muttered a muffled remark and left, leaving Harry and Hermione staring at each other.

"Shall we go and ask what happened?" Harry glanced at Hermione.

"I guess it's better not." Hermione shook her head, not knowing what to answer, but just shirked.

For a moment, Harry was in a state of confusion, but he forgot what he had meant to say. It's just that they didn't expect that at the most unexpected time, Maca suddenly appeared in front of them.

……

On Monday morning, news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying in his hospital room like a dead man spread all over the school.

In an instant, rumors spread in the school, and everyone was suspicious.

First-year students are now always in groups of three or five huddled together, as if they were afraid that they would be attacked if they acted alone.

Ginny was at the same table with Colin Creevey in the Charms class, and she was very upset.

Fred and George took turns to amuse her by jumping out from behind the statue to tease her, either with feathers or scabies, which Harry thought was clearly a disservice.

Later, Percy became so angry that he told them that he was going to write to their mother, Mrs. Weasley, telling her that Ginny had nightmares at night, and they stopped messing around.

One day after that, Harry was walking through the foyer.

Suddenly, they saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading the text on a piece of parchment that had just been nailed.

Seamus Finigan and Dean Thomas looked excited and beckoned them over.

"They're going to start a dueling club!" Seamus said. "First meeting tonight. I'm not averse to taking some dueling lessons, which might come in handy one day......"

At eight o'clock that night, the hall of Hogwarts changed.

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

Almost all the students from the school came, but fortunately, the hall was wide enough, and although it still seemed crowded, at least there was some room to move around.

Each of them was holding their wands with an excited look on their faces.

But not long after, in everyone's disappointed expressions, Gilderoy Lockhart made his debut.

He was dressed in a fuchsia robe, his hair was combed neatly, and his appearance was good-looking, and at first glance, he was indeed very radiant—as long as he didn't move.

But it is obviously impossible for this new professor to not move or speak.

Lockhart waved everyone to be quiet, and then shouted, "Come around, come around!" Can everyone see me? Can you hear me...... That's great! ”

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club and train you enough to defend yourself in the way I have used countless times in case you need to defend yourself one day—see my published work for more on this."

As he spoke, he waved his hand again and made a "please" gesture.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape!" He turned to Snape at the bottom of the stage, "He told me that he knew a thing or two about duels himself, and he generously agreed to help me give me a little demonstration before class. ”

"I mean, I don't want you little ones to worry - I'll give you back your Potions teacher intact when I'm done demonstrating to him, don't be afraid—"

"I say," Snape interrupted suddenly, "I do know a thing or two about dueling, but I'm not the one who will be demonstrating to you today—"

He took a step to the side, revealing the person behind him, and said with a sneer.

“…… It's him. ”

This time everyone was taken aback, because it was none other than Marca - Marca McKellen standing behind Snape!

"Oh-haha," Lockhart said with a smile, "I think you must be joking, as a teacher, how can I duel with my students?" How dangerous is this—"

"No, I think that's just right." Snape smiled faintly, "That way, it will be easier for everyone to see the dangers of the spell......

He paused, and simply squeezed Lockhart's words: "I think that under the huge disparity, controlling the danger should be nothing to you, a 'dueling expert', right?" ”

Sure enough, Lockhart immediately jumped into the pit.

"Oh, of course! I think you're a good idea...... Yes. Lockhart smiled kindly, "Come on, Marka." ”

To say that Maca didn't want to get involved in this matter in the first place, but for some reason, Snape threw it to himself. He thought about it, and finally agreed.

"Don't worry, kid - don't be afraid, you won't get hurt because of this, I'm very experienced in duel coaching." Lockhart maintained a charming smile, "Maybe I could write a book on duels, it would be fun." ”

"Maybe......" Maca said casually as she drew her wand.

Offstage, many students looked at Maca curiously.

Although many people have heard about some of the events at the end of last semester, the specifics have been obscured by Dumbledore. In fact, most of the students were looking forward to this sudden duel.

At this moment, the eyes of Harry, Ron and Hermione were also focused on Maca, but their minds were obviously completely different. Among them, the least psychologically burdensome is probably Harry.

"Come on, Maka!" Harry shouted happily.

His implication, of course, was to see Maca teach Lockhart a lesson and stop being so annoying.

Lockhart and Maca were separated from each other on the stage and bowed to each other.

Compared to Makana's unremarkable movements, Lockhart is obviously much more fancy. He flipped his hands in a lot of tricks, skillfully made a very gentlemanly appearance, and took the time to make an elegant gesture towards Maca.

Then, they held their respective wands to their chests like arrows.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in a normal duel position. Maca did a good job of this, and apparently he had a pre-knowledge of duels," Lockhart said to the silent crowd, "count to three, and we'll cast the first spell." Of course, I won't let Maca get hurt. ”

Suddenly, the attention of all the students in the audience was focused.

"One, two...... Three! ”

Maca raised her hand and shook it slightly, and the tip of the staff quickly outlined the path of the spell in the trembling, and the speed was shocking.

"Except for your weapons!"

A slender red glow suddenly appeared from the tip of the wand, heading straight for Lockhart on the other side. The lightning-fast red light didn't seem very dazzling, but the solidity of the pillar of light made a look of surprise flash across Snape's face.

Lockhart didn't even have time to react before he was hit by the red light, and he flew backwards off the stage, slammed into the wall, and then slid down and curled up on the floor.

"If Snape were to do it, it would be about the same ......"

Although I don't know why Snape threw this matter to him, once Snape brought it up, Maca really had some difficulty getting rid of it.

To put it bluntly, Maca's research in potions still needs Snape's help from time to time. It is rare that when the other party makes a request, it is obviously not in the interest to refuse lightly. In desperation, Maca had no choice but to do so.

Even he knew in his own heart that this minimum ridiculous imitation was probably just self-deception.

"Anyway, I need time...... More time. Maca said to herself, "Now that I can't make a reasonable judgment, it will be terrible." ”

Let's not mention the expressionless Maca, and Lockhart, who was getting up in embarrassment. Just look at the students in the hall who are watching from the audience, almost all of them are speechless in surprise.

After a moment of silence, there was a boil.

Maca looked at the situation under the stage, and she had already expected this. Either way, it didn't meet his immediate needs, even if it would certainly be beneficial to his popularity at Hogwarts.

"Professor Lockhart, that's rude." Maca said softly, and without waiting for Lockhart to say anything, she jumped straight off the stage.

Offstage, Snape looked at Lockhart's slightly embarrassed expression, and his face was full of sneers.