At eight o'clock in the evening, Sellers and Harry returned to the auditorium together.

The Great Hall had changed its appearance completely, the long dining table had disappeared, and along one wall a gilded stage had appeared, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above. Once again, the ceiling was dark like velvet, and almost all the students in the school came, crowded one after another, each with their own wands and their faces full of excitement.

The four of them squeezed into the crowd with their small size, and Hermione said with difficulty, "I don't know who will teach us, I heard that Professor Flitwick was a duel champion when he was younger, maybe he was him." ”

"Whoever it is, as long as it's not—" Before Harry could finish speaking, he saw two people he least wanted to see on the stage, one of them was the radiant Lockhart in a fuchsia robe, and the other was a gloomy Snape. It was a stark contrast to Lockhart, who wore a black robe that had not changed for thousands of years.

Harry's unfinished words turned into a mournful moan.

Hermione was pleased, she still thought Lockhart was as great as he was in his books!

As for his straw bale behavior, it was all ignored by Lockhart's shining face.

It was hard to imagine Hermione being so irrational, Lockhart alone had smitten her. Sure enough, even in the wizarding world, appearance is an existence comparable to potions. Otherwise, Tom Riddle wouldn't have been so successful.

Relying on his good looks, he deceived little girls, rich women, and married men everywhere...... 's scumbag.

He even lied to a female ghost!

Reprimand!

Must be condemned!

What? Now that's what I look like?

That's fine.

"Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can you hear me? That's great! Lockhart felt the enthusiastic support of hundreds of female students, and suddenly became more excited, and spared no effort to perform.

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club and train you enough to defend yourself in the way I have used countless times in case you need to defend yourself one day—see my published work for more on this.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, grinning widely, "and he told me that he knew a thing or two about dueling, and he generously agreed to assist me in a little demonstration before class. I said, I don't want you little ones to worry - I'll give you back your Potions teacher intact when I'm done demonstrating to him, don't be afraid! ”

"Wouldn't it be great if they fought to defeat both?" Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

"Come on, Lockhart won't even be able to catch Snape's move." Sellers shook his head and said, "I've heard that Snape is the best of the four Deans. ”

If he could use the dark arts to his heart's content, then Snape would indeed be stronger than the other three Deans. His talent was something that Voldemort could also admire, after all, he was a genius who developed several kinds of magic when he was still in school.

And according to Sirius, by the time he was eleven years old, Snape knew more about curses and curses than most seventh-graders.

Harry agreed with Cyrus's words, for he saw Snape's upper lip curled up in a very horrible expression—like a cat playfully playing with mice—and he couldn't understand why Lockhart was still smiling; If Snape had looked at him like that, he would have spread his legs and run in the opposite direction.

"It's sad that there are always people who lie and even get themselves lied, don't you think?" Sellers whispered in Harry's ear.

Ron looked at him in surprise.

"You're not shy now?"

Sellers ignored him.

At this point, Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed. Lockhart's hands flipped in a lot of tricks, and Snape just shook his head impatiently. Then, they held their respective wands to their chests like arrows.

The students fell silent and watched nervously. is like a group of melon-eating crowds watching the two masters fight the top of the Forbidden City, for fear that the slightest noise will affect the two masters.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in our normal dueling stance," Lockhart said to the quiet crowd, "and we'll do the first magic on the count of three." Of course, neither of us will take the other's life. ”

"I don't bet." Snape bared his teeth and chuckled.

Both of them jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

"One-two-three-"

Snape pronounced the spell with lightning speed:

"Except for your weapons!"

Suddenly, a dazzling red light flashed, and Lockhart was knocked unsteady on his feet. He jerked backwards off the stage, slammed into the wall, and then slid down, curled up on the floor. He almost died.

Didn't you say that you were just a potion refiner?

Why is it so strong?

Malfoy and a few other Slytherin students applauded.

Hermione jumped up and down on tiptoe. "You think he's okay, do you?" 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.

Looking at the skeptical gazes of the little wizards, Lockhart realized that he had to regain control of the big picture and put his ugliness in check. So he hurriedly rushed back to the stage, the remnants of the spell making him dizzy and walking crookedly.

"Okay, you can see it! It's a disarming charm—as you can see, I've lost my wand—ah, thank you, Miss Brown. ”

He turned to Snape, "Yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show them this trick, but don't mind if I say that, your intention to do so is too 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."

"He's shameless." The corners of Cyrus's mouth twitched, he dared to say that he was not as good as others, and he must have regretted that he had just used "Except You Weapon" instead of "Bladeless".

Sure enough, Snape looked murderous. Lockhart probably noticed it too, so he hurriedly said:

"That's the end of the demonstration! Now I will come among you and divide you 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 first.

"I suppose the Dream Team should break up," he said with a sneer, "Weasley, you can pair up with Finigan. Potter—"

Harry subconsciously moved closer to Hermione.

"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. Miss Granger – You can be paired with Miss Birdside. As for you—Ginny Weasley—"

The corners of his mouth rose into an evil smile.