"Oh, look at you, Potter, what a mess."

Malfoy scoffed.

Harry felt dizzy and his brain couldn't function properly, he grabbed the wand that rolled to the ground from his memory, and then pointed it at Malfoy indiscriminately, shouting, "Grin!"

But Harry made a hasty move, and the spell was a little off target, not hitting Malfoy, but instead of hitting Lockhart on the other side of the stage.

Lockhart bent over, gasping for air, and he was so limp with laughter that he could barely move.

"Potter, your Arm Charm worked well, but it didn't hit me."

Malfoy laughed maniacally, "Looks like you're not that great, are you?" Can you still dance? Tarangtala!"

A flash of silver light struck Harry's knee, and his legs twitched uncontrollably, as if he were doing a quick step.

Luo Cheng squinted at Draco Malfoy, and the way he laughed wildly made Luo Cheng feel a little familiar.

But now they can't let them make any more trouble, Luo Cheng must control the situation on the field.

"Stop!"

Harry's feet stopped dancing, Lockhart stopped laughing, and they both looked up.

"Hey, boys, I wonder if you didn't hear Professor Lockhart clearly and only allowed the Disarming Charm."

Luo Cheng said lazily.

"Why don't you let them do it again?"

Snape smiled viciously, clearly pleased with Malfoy's repair of Harry, "What do you think, Professor Lockhart?" ”

"Phew, Harry, your Arm Charm is really good, so beautiful that I don't even want to dodge it, if I want to, there are 100 ways to get around it, hahaha!"

Lockhart laughed to himself and said, "What? Let them do it again? Absolutely, but I think we'd better leave the choice to these two young people. Harry, do you want to continue? ”

Harry was furious, suffering Malfoy's loss, and he desperately wanted to get his hands on the field.

"Continue, Professor, of course."

"What about you, Draco?" Snape asked.

"No problem, Dean."

So the two of them put on a starting posture again.

One-two-three-one-go!" Lockhart shouted.

Malfoy quickly raised his wand and roared, "Oolong out of the hole!" The head of his wand exploded. Harry watched in horror as a long black snake burst out of it and landed heavily on the floor between them, then raised its head and prepared to attack. The crowd screamed, quickly dodging backwards, making way for the clearing.

"Don't move, Potter."

Snape said lazily, "Malfoy, you too, didn't you tell you to use the Disarming Charm?" Why do you use other magic again, don't worry, I'll get it gone. ”

"Let me come!"

Lockhart shouted, and in his eagerness to save face, he raised his wand and waved it menacingly at the snake, and suddenly, with a loud bang, the snake not only did not disappear, but jumped up more than a foot and fell heavily back to the floor. Furious, it hissed and swam straight towards Justin Finch, one of the onlookers, and then, with its head raised and its fangs bared, it took an offensive stance.

Harry didn't understand why he did it, he didn't even realize he had decided to do it. All he knew was that his legs were moving forward on their own, as if they were on small casters, and then he stupidly shouted at the snake, "Let him go!"

Miracles had happened—unbelievable—and the snake had collapsed on the floor, supple as a pile of thick, black watering hoses, its eyes fixed on Harry.