Snape poured a potion into his mouth, and before he could take it, he took it in his mouth.

He raised his wand, watchful of his surroundings, not in a hurry to cast the spell.

The essence of the cloud spell is not clouds, but magic.

The Whirlwind Spell and the Hurricane Spell can't dispel it.

Spells can be stopped.

The spell can be cast immediately, and it is necessary to continue the magic for a period of time, and in the case of losing vision, this behavior is a bit risky.

Snape waited patiently.

and so on for the poison to take effect.

Wait for Harry to be exposed.

People who can't hide their intentions tend to fall into greater passivity, and he has suffered many times because of this.

"Professor!" Harry's voice suddenly came from behind him, and the sword light slashed through the poisonous mist and slashed towards his head, "This little trick didn't work for me. ”

In an instant.

Bang!

An explosion sounded, and the air swept through, pushing him backwards, and he could dodge it—

Boom - Harry's robes shifted, two rolls of cloth twisted and nailed out, binding Snape's hands and waist, pulling him back.

The sword in his hand was just holding it, motionless.

Seeing that Snape was about to knock down the sword.

He swallowed the potion, and the whole person fell to the ground with a thud, grunting to the side, before returning to human form.

"I suspect now that you're really not a piece of dung." Snape flipped over and pulled out a few more potions, slamming them on the ground, an even more foul-smelling smell spreading.

Teacher's seat.

Dumbledore immediately got up and waved his wand, only then did he undo the spell on Lockhart, throw him into the crowd, and make a circle, gassing the two of them in the arena.

Harry sniffed.

The toxicity has increased a lot, to the extent that I can only drink seven or eight cups, which is still within the tolerance range.

The strips of cloth that the robe had transformed into continued to stretch.

Harry stepped on the potion, splashing water, the slag of the potion bottle on the ground clicked, and the transparent ants rushed towards Snape in groups.

Poison is useless?

Snape's face sank, and he waved his wand, casting the spell again.

The magic puts an end to everything.

Harry froze for another moment, and uttered "mist-filling", and the thick mist flooded the space again.

Snape snorted.

Annoying guy, will it only be this one?

He drank a bottle of potion, his mana boiling slightly, and raised his wand aloft.

"Hurricane swept."

Harry paused, looking in surprise.

Perceived, Snape seemed to burn.

This was not the first time he had encountered this spell, but it could be cast from Snape's hands, but it was very different from the others, it was not just magic, like the magic seal, which attracted the elements.

The effect of the potion?

Or is it his own ability?

Professor Flitwick had never done anything like that before his eyes.

Magic attracts the elements, and the elements attract magic.

The clouds were torn and twisted, and the stars melted like dots, mingling with the hurricane, and overwhelming the sky.

The air currents were entangled, and in Snape's eyes, the figure on the other side was a little blurry, and Potter became like Potter. He waved his wand, but without a sound, another spell struck.

Harry dodged nimbly.

In the crowd, a young wizard was cursed and hung upside down, and Dumbledore immediately unleashed the spell for him.

Knowing that at least some poison didn't work for Harry, Snape cast only spells.

Purely in terms of dueling skills in terms of spells.

Snape was a little worse than Flitvier, and the lack of poison means made him more imprisoned, and in just a dozen rounds, Harry did not take advantage of the disadvantage, and even broke through to Snape's side twice.

He dodged them all by taking potions.

The last time it was dangerous, Ignefa wrapped around his robes, and Arden's seal imprisoned the fluid, and he was almost stabbed by Harry's sword.

"Potter!" Snape gritted his teeth, there was only a figure in his eyes, and with a flip of his hand, he pulled out a sharp-bottomed medicine bottle from his robe, which contained a golden potion that shone with the color of happiness.

He unscrewed the cork, and he was about to take it.

Dumbledore struck with a spell and restrained his hands, "Severus, you and Harry have done a good job. ”

Snape was stunned.

Looking back, the man with the sword was Harry Potter.

He snorted coldly and recorked the bottle back on.

Harry withdrew his sword as well, looking at Flitwick.

The professor, who was on the table and shaking his head at McGonagall, noticed his gaze and gave him a thumbs up with a smile of joy on his face.

Lockhart stood in the crowd, looking at Harry, not knowing what he was thinking.

Snape looked at him and reminded, "Professor Lockhart, my duel with Potter is over. ”

Lockhart was in a trance, nodded, and walked out of the crowd: "Oh, yes! ”

"Let's thank Professor Snape and Harry for bringing us such a great battle, and wizarding duels aren't just spells."

"Potions, swords, as long as they can deal damage to the enemy, that's the best way."

Professor McGonagall buried her head.

She thought of something bad.

"Now, let me divide the two of you into groups and start duel training." Lockhart's voice perked up, "I'll give you the best advice." ”

"It's going to make you as good as Mr. Potter in no time."

Harry walked back into the crowd.

The eyes of the people around him looked at him strangely and hot.

"I kind of know why you're not afraid of Professor Snape." Seamus's tone fluttered, and he looked a little unresponsive.

The second-year wizard and a professor have a back and forth.

"You can beat Professor Snape!" Ron clenched his fists, excited.

Harry looked at him strangely, "What nonsense are you talking about. ”

"Harry just didn't fall behind." Hermione corrected Ron's words.

Harry shook his head and corrected them both, "I shouldn't be able to beat Professor Snape right now. ”

"He didn't do it, and when he tried to do it, he was stopped by Professor Dumbledore."

Ron was a little confused.

"Professor Snape didn't pull out more poisonous potions, and even Hermione could handle the two waves of poison that even Hermione could handle." Harry explained simply.

Hermione was stunned and raised her hand to herself, a little surprised.

She didn't know she had the ability.

"On parchment, Hermione can handle it." Harry thought of Hermione's dueling skills and honestly added.

Hermione gritted her teeth and raised her hand to gently pound Harry's back, the hard texture of the leather armor made her fingers hurt a little.

"Professor Snape is a potions master, and the last potion he wants to use is a magic potion." Harry continued, "After drinking that potion, his magical abilities will be even higher. ”

"He's just fighting me with spells, and his best abilities are not being used."

As he spoke, he looked at Dumbledore and sighed, "It's a pity, Dumbledore stopped me. ”

Snape walked over: "You should be glad he stopped me, otherwise you would not be able to hold up a few of my spells with your small size." ”

"Tsk, I've got to give the professor a new robe." Harry shook his head and looked at him, "Black is too heavy, how about green?" The color of Slytherin. ”

Snape's face darkened, and he took out a green potion from his robes: "Maybe I should have poisoned you dumb, Mr. Potter, who doesn't speak, is much more popular than Mr. Potter, who can talk." ”