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However, this did not happen in Hogwarts.

As the days passed, everyone was afraid of the next attack, after all, no one was sure that the next petrified or death would befall them.

Indeed, the atmosphere at Hogwarts is very oppressive, and the students need some new courage to fill the gap in their hearts about the unknown.

"The fight club is about to start!" said Zhvanos, "the first rally tonight! I don't mind fighting classes, they can ...... at any time."

"What? You think the monsters in Slajerin can fight?" Ron looked at the proclamation with interest.

"It can come in handy," he said to Harry and Hermione during the meal, "Shall we go too?"

"What are you talking about?" Van Lin walked in from outside with a book in his arms, because Hermione needed to make potions, so many club activities, Hermione's job needed Van Lin to complete.

Maybe that's the price of bundling, and in any case, it's supposed to be done by Van Lin, as if it had become a default.

"Fighting clubs!" Harry was a little excited.

"At eight o'clock this evening, the fight club started, inside the auditorium. ”

"Are we going to fight each other?" Van Lin looked at Harry suspiciously, this was not on the schedule.

"To be exact, it's to train our martial arts skills. ”

"Well, it's exciting, you know, there has never been a class like this. Ron said with some excitement, looking like he had completely forgotten the fact that his wand was broken.

"Very good indeed!" Van Lin didn't bother to hit Ron, in fact, this fighting club had dispelled everyone's fears to a certain extent.

"At eight o'clock tonight, let's end the event early and come here, how about it!"

Van Lin set his eyes on Hermione, who was the only one who was pressed for time because she was researching the potion.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all agreed, so they rushed back to the Great Hall at eight o'clock that night.

The long dining table was gone, replaced by a gleaming golden stage against the wall, with thousands of candles lit on it, and the ceiling was dark purple, as if the entire training class was wrapped underneath, all with excitement on their faces and wands.

"I wonder who taught us?" Van Lin looked at the crowd, which was full of students.

"Van Lin, this way!" Neville beckoned to them from the crowd, motioning for them to come over, he had already reserved their seats. I really don't know how Neville did it.

As they approached the chattering crowd, Hermione said, "I was told that Professor Fleet was a martial arts champion when he was younger, and maybe it was him." ”

"It's like ......," Harry cried out in pain as he saw Professor Gilderoy Lockhart walk onto the stage, dressed in his best robes, and next to him was Snape, dressed in his usual black robes.

Rockhardt waved for the people to be quiet, and he shouted, "Gather, gather, gather, can each of you see me, can you all hear me? Wonderful!"

He walked to the center of the stage, still holding his wand in his hand, and raised his arm, and with the lifting of his cloak, he revealed the waistcoat-type fighting suit inside.

"Now, Professor Dumbledore has given me permission to open a fighting club to train you in case you need to defend yourself, as I have done countless times - the details can be seen in my writings. ”

As he spoke, he showed his well-known charming smile, and his eight white teeth could be seen clearly from that angle.

This made Van Lin admire him so much that he even considered whether to bow his head or simply turn his back when talking to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart in the future.

Well, he just had an unusual headache with Gilderoy Lockhart's behavior.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape,"

Gilderoy Lockhart said, smiling widely, "He told me he knows a lot about martial arts and promised to give us some temporary help before we start, and now, I don't want to worry you young people - you're still going to have your pharmacy teacher when I penetrate him." - Don't be afraid!"

"I bet Professor Snape only needs a spell to penetrate Professor Gilderoy Lockhart......"

Van Lin swore that Professor Snape usually taught him privately, and for Professor Snape's strength, Van Lin only knew that he could easily defeat himself, even if he was desperate, he couldn't last long.

As for Gilderoy Lockhart.

Oh my god, forget it.

A wizard who could be embarrassed by the elves and had his wand snatched away, Van Lin didn't have much hope for that.

In fact, Gilderoy Lockhart's wand was retrieved by Van Lin.

"Wouldn't it be better if they had finished each other?" Ron muttered to Harry.

"In fact, I agree with Van Lin's words that this is impossible. Harry touched his nose, though he also wanted Snape to die with Gildero.

Snape's upper lip pursed. Van Lin wondered why Rockhardt was still smiling, and if Snape had looked at him like that, he would have been too scared to do anything.

Gilderoy Lockhart and Snape bowed to each other. Then Snape looked up gloomily and looked at the man in front of him who was about to fight him.

Then they held their wands in front of them like swords.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in this fighting position," Gilderoy Lockhart told the silent crowd. "When we count to 'three', we start the first spell, and of course our purpose is not to kill each other. ”

But Van Lin and Harry didn't think so, and he saw a danger in Snape's eyes.

Van Lin was desperate to dissuade Gilderoy Lockhart from doing this, and he wasn't sure if his Defence Against the Dark Arts professor would have the life to teach them tomorrow.

Harry and Ron would have loved to see Gilderoy injured, so that Harry wouldn't have to be teased like a clown by Slyerin in Defence Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow.

Hermione, on the other hand, was silent, she had utterly despaired of Gildero, and she was happy to have Gilderoy debunked now.

"Three,"

"Two,"

"I think the next scene is going to be a lot of fun!" Harry said, looking excitedly at the two on stage.

"One,"

At Gilderoy Lockhart's command, the tips of their wands lit up at the same time.