To some students, Vincent was practically confirming a rumor.
If he could beat Snape, kick Lockhart, and then take down Dumbledore, he could reach the top of Hogwarts and dominate this prestigious thousand-year-old school.
James below was so convinced of this.
"No!" Lockhart looked very nervous. "No, I mean this is just too unfair."
"That's perfectly fair." Snape reached out and placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. "I'm badly injured, Wayne can make up for that."
The students in the Great Hall all instinctively gasped.
The Old Bat is still the same Old Bat.
You think you can just walk away after taking advantage of me?
If you spit it out, you'll get a beating!
"Professor Snape— " Vincent brushed his large hand away, "Do you want me to go with you to deal with Professor Lockhart?"
Snape gave them a particularly displeased look.
This little rascal is not easy to fool.
"Professors—" Vincent braced himself on the edge of the stage with one hand and stood up with a little effort, "I don't think there's anything unfair about the melee."
Lockhart managed to maintain a forced smile. "Professor Snape and I are, after all, better than you—"
"Very good." Snape eagerly climbed onto the stage.
His gritted teeth and furious expression seemed to foreshadow what was about to happen.
"This is a fair duel!" Lockhart walked along the edge of the stage to the steps. "This is a duel like no other!"
His eyes swept down. "You are very lucky to witness this high-level wizarding duel."
The students recalled last year's no-rules tournament.
They all couldn't help but agree with this statement.
Two professors and one student.
Vincent, standing in the middle, regretted it.
Snape on the left, Lockhart on the right.
He raised the Alder Wand to his chest with a blank expression.
He had a grudge against Snape and a grudge against Lockhart.
Snape and Lockhart have just become enemies, and neither of them will let him go unscathed.
Therefore, there is only one solution.
"One—" This time it was Snape who was counting.
They're pretty fast! "Two, three!"
"Expelliarmus!"
Vincent had vanished before the incantation was even uttered.
A beam of red light passed through the spot where he had just been standing and struck Lockhart on the shoulder.
He collapsed at the edge of the stage, as if he had fainted.
Snape guessed that Vincent would disappear, and he also guessed that he would hit Lockhart.
Whether it's Felix Felicis or Merlin's blessing, no one can stay lucky forever.
He sneered, looking at the air in front of him.
The combination of the Disillusionment Charm and the Nonverbal spells can indeed be used to achieve surprise.
But he had already seen through it and recited the incantation for the Revealing Charm.
Vincent was indeed approaching.
The Alder Wand was pointed at him, and it glowed red without any incantation.
Snape raised his wand and neutralized the Disarming Spell.
However, this is only the beginning.
Vincent quickly withdrew his wand and pointed it at him again.
Two, three, four...
The red specks of light in the air exploded like fireworks.
The students closest to them unconsciously held their breath, afraid that the two's curse might accidentally hit them.
Draco stared wide-eyed, without even blinking.
Even if you lose to two professors, you've still won.
Judging from Snape's extremely gloomy expression, he certainly didn't expect Vincent to use the Disarming Spell as a basic attack.
But he was a professor after all, and after a brief moment of surprise, he had already taken the initiative and seized a very good opportunity.
"Expecto Patronum— "
The Suanni Patronus opened its mouth and swallowed the entire Disarming Spell.
Snape squinted, completely surprised that it had grown into a physical form.
A ball of light is one thing, an animal form is another, and a physical entity is yet another.
Its most primitive form was used to ward off dark creatures and assist in defense.
Vincent seized the opportunity, flicking his wand twice slightly and pointing it at him.
As if he had anticipated this, Snape flicked his wand to neutralize the slightly more powerful Disarming Spell.
Just as the two were about to make their next move, Lockhart suddenly opened his eyes.
"Stupefy— "
The seemingly dazed Suanni Patronus opened its mouth again and swallowed the entire Stunning Spell completely.
It let out a burp, and its size swelled up.
"Quickly dispel your Patronus!" As soon as Snape finished speaking, the entire body of the Suanni emitted golden light.
There is a limit to the number of spells that Patronus can defend against.
For a beginner, two is already a remarkable achievement.
Vincent quickly released the Suanni and cooperated with him to use the Finite Incantatem.
"That's enough of the demonstration." Lockhart stood up, clutching his shoulder, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat.
"A surprise attack is quite useful in a melee."
"Hmph—" Snape stared at him coldly.
The sneak attack failed, and the excuse was utterly lame.
Lockhart, completely oblivious to the fact that he had put away his wand, jumped off the stage.
"Did everyone understand? This is a great duel that will go down in history!"
They've got such thick skin, yet they're still trying to gild it.
He always has an endless stream of excuses to slip away, even if each one is more clumsy than the last.
Vincent pursed his lips and put the wand away.
The area below was full of students, and the space was too cramped.
Since the problem has already been solved, it would be unwise to continue.
Snape chuckled and lightly shook the black robes he was wearing.
How frustrating!
Not only was he brought to the same level Lockhart, but Vincent also got all the benefits.
His face was dark, and his eyes swept back and forth between the two of them.
"I'll divide the groups now." Lockhart met Harry's excited little eyes. "We've already had the drama, how about something more traditional?"
Let me think—
Harry's expression instantly fell.
"Harry Potter —the famous the Chosen One!"
Lockhart's gaze passed over Vincent and settled on Hermione's small face. "I've heard that there's more than one outstanding student, there's also—"
"Your information is outdated." Snape pushed Draco forward. "Potter's fame is just a thing of the past; he's actually a complete mess."
Harry died, died again.
"Malfoy, go up there and let us see if you can draw out the potential of the Chosen One."
Everyone else has to be second to Harry.
"As for Miss Granger, you and—" Snape stopped at Pansy and Daphne as he glanced at the tall and strong Boarst.
His face was grim, as if he had remembered something.
"Granger, you're paired with Greengrass!"
Under Vincent's suspicious gaze, he turned his head to look at the stage with a mocking smile.
Intentional?
Dumbledore, that big mouth!
If Hermione didn't know her own strength and gave Daphne a good whack...
Even if they were to reluctantly join, it would be of no help to the Owl Court.
The students gradually dispersed, making room for the groups that had already been formed.
The most eye-catching figures in the entire Great Hall were, of course, Harry and Draco, who occupied the stage.
But Vincent paid no attention to them, instead moving closer to Hermione and Daphne.
Both of them had proper dueling etiquette, unlike Draco above, who suddenly attacked Harry after counting to two.