"Remember, Edge. In martial arts, in addition to influencing the opponent, otherwise, talk less nonsense. ”

"Understood, Professor, I'm not going to take my eyes off my opponent." Aitch nodded, promising Professor Flitwick beside him. Originally, Aitch didn't want to come, but Professor Flitwick felt that working behind closed doors would not allow him to continue to improve, so he brought him to see and learn.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two entered the door, they heard Lockhart fiddling with its wings like a big peacock in heat, and he didn't pay Snape to heart at all. "As you can see, we're holding our wands in this fighting stance," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "When we count to 'three', we start our first magic. Of course, our purpose is not to kill each other. ”

On the fighting ring, Lockhart and Snape were waving their wands at the same time, don't look at Lockhart's mouth talking non-stop in front of people, but it was Snape who shouted first: "Except for your weapon!" ”

A dizzying flash of red light flashed, and Lockhart's stomach was magical: he was knocked headfirst into the wall from the center of the stage. The wall was knocked out of a man's mold, and Lockhart couldn't straighten up for a while, and his steps were unsteady. His hat fell off, and his curly hair stood on end.

Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin students cheered, applauding their head of the house. Hermione screamed in frustration and stamped her feet. "Do you think he's okay?" Her fingers crunched.

"Who cares about him?" Harry and Ron said in unison.

"Oh, you won!" He said, staggering to the front of the stage. "It's disarming magic—as you can see, I lost my wand—ah, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, it's a good idea to demonstrate, Professor Snape. But if you don't mind, I'd like to say I know what you want to do. It's easy for me to stop you. However, I think it would be more instructive to let them take a look......"

Snape looked grim. Lockhart probably noticed it too, because he said, "Alright! I'm going to divide you into teams of two now. Professor Snape, if you're willing to help me......"

They split their way through the crowd and split into groups, with Lockhart separating Neville and Justin together, while Snape came to Harry and Ron first.

"It's time to part with this dream pair, I think." He scoffed. "Weasley, you're a better match for Malfoy, and as for you, Potter—" Harry automatically moved towards Hermione.

"I don't agree," Snape smiled coldly, beckoning to the door, "Mr. Edge. Come here. Let's see what you and the famous Porter can do together. And you, Miss Granger—you're in a group with Miss Millicent. ”

Malfoy walked over with a gleeful smile on his face. Behind him was a Slytherin girl who looked like an ugly witch from an oil painting. She was tall and strong, with a thick chin raised aggressively. Hermione gave her a modest smile, but she ignored it. Aitch bowed slightly to Professor Flitwick and smiled as he stepped onto the stage.

"Face your opponent!" Lockhart shouted and returned to the stage, "Bow! ”

In the face of Edge, Harry was indescribably nervous, and for a moment he just stared at Edge, forgetting to even bow. The man in front of him can't be judged by his peers - he once defeated an adult troll in his first year, and he also fought Quirrell head-to-head, and even Hagrid's unstoppable death curse can be resolved.

"Get your wand ready!" Lockhart shouted, "When I count to 'three', start practicing the spell to disarm the other party's wand—yes, just remove the wand — we don't want anything unexpected." One...... Two...... Three ......"

As Lockhart counted, Aitch began to wave his wand, and by the time Harry reacted, Lockhart had counted all threes.

At this half-beat, Aitch had finished chanting the incantation, "Except for your weapon!" His shouting was just in time to fill in the gap for Lockhart's announcement.

The red light from the end of Harry's wand had barely come out of the tip when it was suppressed by Edge's magic. He only felt the wand in his hand poke against a wall, and a strong force was pressing against it.

——, Harry felt a pain in his hand, and the force of his wand shook his hand behind him. At the same time, he could no longer hold his wand. With a click, the wand flew into the crowd, and Harry seemed to have been pushed hard, falling to the ground and rolling twice before he could get up from the ground.

Lockhart took the lead, and almost the entire hall began to burst into applause, and the students wearing the Ravenclaw logo were even more excited - he, Edge, the heir of Ravenclaw, had defeated the immortal Harry Potter! What could be more proud of them? At least not again tonight!

Aitch bowed to Harry with due respect, and the two stepped off the stage and began to look away. Hermione and Mirillin were still moving, the two scuffling together like Muggles, their wands forgotten on the ground. "That's not going to work." Aitch quickly ran up and pushed the chubby girl out of the way and helped Hermione up.

Malfoy and Neville were tweaked by Aitch and performed much better. Neville's side ended the fight in an instant, dodging Justin's attack with a dodge and then counterattacking in a timely manner, quickly subduing his opponent.

Malfoy was simply teasing Ron, but he never got rid of Ron's wand and hung him. Malfoy applied a shield in front of him, then cast a teasing spell on Ron, "Tarantella Dance!" "Incisors Stick! "Grinning hula! ”…… Ron's front teeth kept growing wildly, his feet were tap-dancing, and his armpits were itching, and he looked terrible.

"That's enough, Malfoy," Harry didn't want to see his friend suffer and be humiliated again, "you've won, stop." ”

"Don't be so upset, Potter, it's early. I think everyone will want to keep watching! Malfoy encouraged the Slytherin to support him loudly.

"I think I'd better teach you how to lock up unfriendly spells." Lockhart came on stage to relieve Ron's pain, standing in the middle of the stage and said in a panic. He stared at Snape, his dark eyes glinting, and spun around quickly. "Would you like to have your willing partners, Aitch and Neville, perform?"

"Bad idea, Professor Lockhart." Snape said, sliding over like a big, malevolent bat. "How about someone who won't be too far behind, like Harry and Malfoy?" Snape gave a twisted smile.

"Great idea!" Lockhart said he motioned for the crowd to back off, making room for them, and calling Harry and Malfoy to the center of the stage.

"Now, Harry," Lockhart said to Harry, "and you do that when Malfoy points his wand at you." He raised his wand in an attempt to make a complex quick swing, but it fell, and Snape saw it, smirking.

When Lockhart quickly bent down to pick it up, he said, "Oh, this wand seems to be a little too excited." ”

Snape walked over to Malfoy, leaned over and whispered beside him. Malfoy looked smug. Harry looked nervously at Lockhart and said, "Professor, can you demonstrate the Disarming Charm again?" ”

"Scared?" Malfoy whispered, lest Lockhart hear.

"Just you?" Harry squeezed a sentence out of the corner of his mouth.

Lockhart patted Harry on the shoulder pleasantly, "Just do what I did, Harry!" ”

"What? Let my wand fall? ”

But Lockhart didn't listen. "Three...... Two...... One, get started! He shouted.

Malfoy quickly raised his wand and roared, "Oolong out of the hole!" ”

The end of his wand burst open, and a long cobra shot out of it and landed heavily on the floor, Harry stunned as it stood up and raised its head to attack. The crowd quickly retreated, and from time to time someone screamed.

"Don't move, Potter." Snape said lazily, apparently glad to see Harry staring at the angry serpent, motionless. "I'll get rid of it......"

"Let me come!" Lockhart shouted. He waved his wand at the snake, making a thumping sound. The snake did not disappear, but was thrown 10 feet high, and then fell back to the floor with a loud bang. This time, enraged, it hissed furiously and slid straight towards Justin, lifting itself up, baring its fangs and preparing to attack.

Harry didn't know what had made him do it, he hadn't even thought about it. All he knew was that his feet were carrying him mechanically, as if his feet were loaded with wheels, and then he stupidly shouted at the serpent: "Get out of him!" ”

Miraculously, beyond imagination, the snake fell back to the floor and tamed like a sheep. It looked at Harry. Harry felt like it was overwhelmed by fear. He knew that the snake wouldn't attack anyone anymore, though he couldn't explain why he knew.

He looked at Justin and grinned toothily, hoping to see Justin's expression of relief, bewilderment, or gratitude — not anger and fear, of course.

"What do you think you were doing?" He yelled, and before Harry could say anything, Justin had turned around and rushed out of the hall.

Snape stepped forward and waved his wand a few times, and the snake vanished into a puff of black smoke.

Snape looked at Harry with a surprised expression, a sly one. Harry didn't like it at all. He faintly heard an ominous, dangerous grunt around him.

Then he felt someone tugging at the robe on his back. "Come here," Ron said in his ear, "come, come here—"

Ron pulled him out of the auditorium, and as they passed through the gate, the men on either side made way for fear of getting something. Harry had no idea what was going on, and Ron didn't tell him until he was pulled into Gryffindor's empty dorm room. Ron pushed Harry into his easy chair and said, "You're a parseltongue!" Why didn't you tell me? ”

"What am I?" Harry asked.

"You're a parseltongue!" Ron said, "You can talk to snakes!" ”

"I see," said Harry, "I said, this is only the second time I've done this. Once in the zoo I came across a large python – long story – told me that it had never been to Brazil, and I set it free. That was before I knew I was a wizard. ”

"A big python told you it never made it to Brazil?" Ron repeated incredulously.

"Hmm!" "I bet a lot of people here can do it. ”

"Oh, no, they can't." "It's no ordinary thing," Ron said. Harry, this is too bad. ”

"What's so bad?" Harry started to get angry, "What the hell is wrong with each of you? Listen, if I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin......"

"Oh, that's what you said to it?"

"What do you mean by that? You're there, you heard me. ”

"I heard you speak snake language," Ron replied, "you must have said something." No wonder Justin was freaked out. You sound like you're instigating that snake or something. It's annoying, you know. ”

Harry stared at him dumbfounded. "I speak another language? But – I didn't realize it – how could I be speaking another language and not know it? ”

Ron shook his head, looking like someone had died. Harry couldn't imagine why it was so terrifying.

"Don't you want to tell me what's wrong with stopping a big filthy snake from biting off Justin's head?" He said, "How did I do it, is it as important as Justin doesn't have to be headless Nicol?" ”

"Yes." Ron finally replied in a soothing voice, "Because it's Saladin Slytherin who can talk to snakes." He is best known for his ability to talk to snakes. That's why the Slytherin house logo is a snake. ”

Harry's mouth couldn't close for a long time.

"In fact, now the whole school will think you're a Slytherin great-great-great-grandchild or something......"

"But I'm not." Harry said in a voice of pain that even he couldn't explain.

"You're going to find out how hard it is to prove," Ron said, "that he was a man over 1,000 years ago, and we all know that, and you know it." And what's worse is that you're a parseltongue that makes everyone more convinced that you're the heir of Slytherin! ”

"Oh no." Harry tucked his head into his lap. Suddenly, there was a glint in his eyes, "No, I remembered. Aitch will too. I remember the last time I was sent to the Forbidden Forest, he mentioned it. He said he could speak snake and bird language. Really, Hermione, Neville, and Hagrid can all attest. ”