Chapter 145 Dueling Club

Harry desperately tried to put a puzzled look on his face, Snape's vicious gaze was fixed on him, whether he did it or not, Snape wanted to fire him a long time ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thankfully, a few minutes later, the bell rang.

"He found out it was me. Harry looked panicked, "He's going to fire me." ”

The three of them hurried to the bathroom where the weeping myrtle was staying.

"It can be seen that whether you do it or not, he has long wanted to fire you. Hermione tossed the stolen ingredients into the cauldron and stirred excitedly, "It will take two weeks to get ready." She said happily, "It's finally done, and now we'll soon know who the murderer is from Malfoy." ”

"Snape has no proof. Ron encouraged Harry, "He hates you, and you don't have to worry about what he thinks, just like he never minded embarrassing you." ”

"He's not going to just leave it at that, he's going to find out. Harry was still scared for a while, he wasn't afraid of monsters, he wasn't afraid of threats, he wasn't even afraid of death, none of that scared him.

But he was afraid of being expelled, afraid of leaving Hogwarts, afraid of leaving his friends, afraid of leaving his current life. He would rather face the basilisk than dare to imagine the consequences of his expulsion, which would completely destroy him.

But things don't seem to have happened that way, and as Ron said, Snape has no proof.

As long as he has no evidence, let him die. He hated Harry not for a day or two, but for decades to be exact. His hatred began before Harry was even born, and it was a hatred that had been carried over from James Potter, from Harry's father.

As far as Harry was concerned, as long as he wasn't expelled, Snape would hate as much as he could.

A week passed, and it was safe and sound.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking through a foyer when they saw a group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading a bulletin that had just been tapped.

Dean Thomas and Simo Finigan beckoned them over with excitement on their faces.

"They started a dueling club. Seamus said excitedly, "Starting tonight, I am very much in favor of the school organizing some dueling lessons, which will be very useful. ”

"That's pretty good. Ron said, reading the bulletin board with interest. "We can go too, this year George must have forgotten and said that he was going to prepare a duel match for us. ”

"Plans can't keep up with changes, there are too many things this year, and everyone is not in the mood. Harry said helplessly.

As soon as school started, he was busy training for Quidditch matches, and they were too reluctant to lose to the Slytherin broomsticks. Later, he encountered the basilisk again, and after that, George himself was too busy, and he saw them less.

"We could go and see it in the evening. Hermione also thinks this kind of activity is good, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class can't be counted on, and George has been very busy lately, so they can only practice more on their own.

At eight o'clock in the evening, they rushed to the auditorium. The long dining table vanished, freeing up a huge space. In the middle is a gilded ornate stage with hundreds of candles floating above it, and the ceiling is as black as velvet.

Almost all of the students came, rubbing shoulders and clutching their wands with excitement and eagerness to try.

"I didn't see George, he looks like he's really busy. Hermione looked around, but found no sign of George.

"I don't know who taught us, hopefully not Lockhart. Ron doesn't quite believe in Lockhart's prowess, and the novel grunts.

"Not Snape. Harry only wished the teacher wasn't Snape, he didn't want another Snape lesson, and he would rather practice it himself.

"Oh!" Harry groaned, and Gilderoy Lockhart stepped onto the stage, his fuchsia robes and glowing, and to make matters worse, the gloomy and terrible man beside him. Snape was dressed in his usual black attire, his face expressionless.

Lockhart waved everyone quietly. He shouted, "Come here, come closer, can you see me? Can you hear me? That's great, listen to me." ”

"Headmaster Dumbledore allowed me to set up this little dueling club in order to fully train everyone. So that in the face of danger, you can not only protect yourself, but also fight the darkness and help others, just like me. These details are all in my book. ”

"Let me introduce you to my assistant, Professor Snape, whom you know. Lockhart grinned and smiled, "He told me that he also has some knowledge of duels. He generously promised me that he would help me give a demonstration before the class. Don't worry, don't be afraid, I'll give you back your Potions teacher intact after the demonstration. ”

"It would be great if they could manage to lose both. Ron whispered to Harry.

Harry looked at the two on stage expectantly.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled, and there was an inexplicable look in his eyes. Harry didn't understand why Lockhart could still be so relaxed, if Snape had looked at him like that, he would have run away, and he would have been as far away from him as possible.

Lockhart and Snape faced each other, and Lockhart bowed, like a gentleman, his hands changing fancy movements, and he looked good. But Snape just tilted his head impatiently, dismissing it. Then they held their weapons to their chests.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in a regular dueling position, and I actually know dozens of unconventional methods. Lockhart explained, "We count to three, and we cast magic at the same time, of course, we are only demonstrating, and we don't use very strong spells, although I know a lot." ”

"That's not for sure. Harry saw that Snape had a malicious smile on his face.

"One, two, three!" Lockhart and Snape raised their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

"Except for your weapons. ”

Before everyone could react, Snape's wand was already shooting a dazzling red light.

Before Lockhart could utter his spell, he was struck. He flew off the stage, stuck to the wall, and slowly slid down, curled up on the ground.

The Malfoy and Slytherin students immediately clapped and shouted.

Hermione tiptoed and looked in Lockhart's direction, "He's okay." She covered her mouth with her hand, a little worried, "This is not light. ”

"Who knows, it's a pity he didn't get Snape to do the same. Harry and Ron said with some disappointment.

(To be continued.) )