"Do you think he's okay?" She asked with her fingers over her mouth and screaming.

"Whatever!" Harry and Ron said at the same time.

Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat falling off, his wavy curls standing on end.

"Okay, you can see it!" He staggered back onto the stage and said, "It's a disarming spell—as you can see, I've lost my wand." Yes, Professor Snape, it's a brilliant idea to show them this trick, but don't mind me when I say that, your intention is obvious. If I want to stop you, I don't have to do anything. I think it would be better to let them see ...... in order to increase their knowledge."

Snape looked murderous. Lockhart probably noticed it too, only to hear him say, "This is the end of the demonstration!" Now I will come among you and divide you all into groups of two. Professor Snape, if you're willing to help me......"

They weave their way through the crowd and pair everyone up. Lockhart asked Neville and Justin Finchrie to pair up, but Snape walked in front of Harry and Ron first.

"The Dream Team should break up, I think," he sneered, "Weasley, you can pair up with Finigan. Potter—"

Harry subconsciously looked at Charon. He was confident and stood there with a calm face.

"I don't think so." Snape said, smiling coldly, "Malfoy, come up here." Let's see what kind of person you can make the famous Potter become. As for you, Mr. Charon - you can be paired with Miss Granger. ”

Malfoy walked over with a smug smile on his face. Charon smiled apologetically. He played against Hermione, Snape would really arrange it, which made him win or lose!

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

Harry and Malfoy barely nodded, staring at each other intently.

"Raise your wand and get ready!" Lockhart exclaimed, "When I count to three, I'll cast a spell and disarm the other party's weapons — just disarm them — we don't want accidents." One-two-three-"

Harry jerked his wand over his shoulder, but Malfoy did it just as he counted to two: his wand struck Harry so hard that he felt as if he had been hit in the head by a saucepan. He stumbled a little, but fortunately, everything seemed to be still working, so Harry seized the moment and pointed his wand at Malfoy, exclaiming, "Grin, hula!"

A silver light struck Malfoy's stomach, and he bent over, gasping for air.

"I said it, just disarm!" Lockhart shouted in horror at the crowd from above.

Malfoy fell to his knees, and Harbour struck him with his armpit magic, and he was so slumped with laughter that he could barely move. Harry hesitated, vaguely feeling that he shouldn't have cast magic on Malfoy while he was on the ground, it would be against the ethics of the game, but he was wrong.

Malfoy gasped desperately as he put his wand at Harry's knees, and said with a smile, "Tarantella!"

Immediately, Holi's legs twitched uncontrollably, as if he were doing a kind of brisk dance.

"Stop! Stop!" Loha screamed, but Snape took the reins.

"Stop!" He shouted.

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

A puff of green smoke filled the entire venue. Neville and Justin both lay on the floor, panting; Ron grabbed a grim-faced Seamus and apologized for the havoc he had caused with his broken wand.

And Hermione and Charon are still in action, Hermione is attacking with all her might, and Charon is easily dodging and defusing it with his hands, and there is no intention of counterattacking at all. It wasn't until Hermione was exhausted that she stopped, she put away her wand in anger, and rushed up to Charon to kick Charon in the shin, kicking Charon with her leg and jumping around.

"Oh my God," Lockhart said, jumping around the crowd and watching the consequences of the duel, "you stand up, Ernie...... Watch out, Miss Fawcett...... Pinch it hard and the bleeding will stop immediately, Bout ......"

"I think I'd better teach you how to stop unfriendly magic." Lockhart said as he stood in the middle of the auditorium with a panicked expression.

He glanced at Snape, who saw a cold glint in his dark eyes, and immediately looked away. "How are you, please volunteer to come up - Longbottom and Fenriry?"

"That's not a good idea, Professor Lockhart." Snape said, while gliding briskly across the stage like a vicious, large bat. "Longbottom can wreak havoc with even the simplest of spells. We will put Finlieri's remains in a matchbox and send them to the hospital room. ”

Neville's round pink face flushed even more.

"How's Malfoy and Potter going?" Snape said with a sinister smile.

"Wonderful!" Lockhart said he motioned for Harry and Malfoy to walk to the center of the auditorium, and the people stepped back to make room for them.

"Alright, Harry," Lockhart said, "you do it when Draco points his wand at you. ”

He raised his wand and swung it from side to side, trying to conjure up a complicated pattern, but accidentally dropped it on the ground. Snape sneered, and Lockhart hurriedly picked up his wand and said, "Ugh—my wand is a little overexcited. ”

Snape approached Malfoy and whispered to him for a few moments. Malfoy sneered.

Harry looked up at Lockhart nervously and said, "Professor, can you show me another way to stop the spell?"

"Scared?" Malfoy lowered his voice to keep Lockhart from hearing. "You dream." Harry came and went through the words from the corners of his mouth.

Lockhart happily patted Harry on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, Harry!"

"What to do, drop your wand on the ground like you did?"

But Lockhart didn't listen to him.

"One-two-two-one-start!" He shouted.

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

A cloud of sparks erupted from the tip of his wand. 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, apparently relieved to see Harry standing motionless and staring at the angry serpent.

"I'm going to get him away...... Let me come!" Lockhart shouted. 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 sprang up more than a foot and fell heavily to the floor. It was furious, hissing and spitting out letters and swimming straight towards Justin Finchrie, then raising its head and baring its fangs in 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. Harry felt his fear vanish little by little. He knew that the snake would not attack anyone again, and he could not tell how he knew.

He looked up at Justin and grinned. He expected to see a relaxed, confused, or grateful look on Justin's face—but not anger and horror.

"What do you think you're up to?" He shouted, and before Harry could speak, Justin turned and rushed out of the Great Hall.

Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake turned into a puff of black smoke and vanished. Snape looked at him with a look that surprised him: a cunning, calculating gaze that Harry didn't like. He was also vaguely aware of the ominous whispers of the crowd around him. At that moment, he felt someone tug at the back of his clothes.

"Let's go," Ron said in his ear, "let's go—let's go......"

Ron led him out of the Great Hall, Hermione and Charon hurried behind them. When they went out, the people backed off to both sides, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble.

Harry didn't understand what was going on, Charon was confused, and Ron and Hermione didn't explain anything, just dragging him all the way to the empty Gryffindor common room. Then, Ron pushed Harry into an armchair and said, "You're a parseltongue. Why don't you tell us?"

"What am I?" Harry asked.

"Parseltongue!" Ron said, "You're going to talk to snakes!"

"I see," Harry said, "I mean, this is the second time I've done this. Once at the zoo, I accidentally released a python, and the python pounced on my cousin Dudley – a long story, when the python told me that it had never been to Brazil, and I unknowingly released it, and I didn't mean to. I didn't know I was a wizard at the time......"

"A python told you it had never been to Brazil?" Ron asked in a weak voice.

"What's wrong?" "I bet a lot of people here can do that. ”

"Oh, they can't do it," Ron said, "it's not an ordinary skill. Harry, this sucks. ”

"What's bad?" Harry asked, starting to feel anger in his heart. "What's wrong with all the people? Listen, if I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin-".

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

"What do you mean by that? You were there, and you heard me. ”