Hermione's Disarming Spell hit without a doubt, just as Daphne was missing the last note.
It didn't knock it away, it just bounced the wand off.
"You can do it faster," Hermione said, handing Daphne's wand back. "Just mutter the spell before you begin."
She didn't raise her small face, but looked at the other person straight in the eye.
Daphne relaxed her furrowed brow.
"Mmm." Her voice was very soft.
Vincent was relieved.
Hermione did not choose to completely shatter Daphne's pride as a Pure-blood, but instead spoke to her in a more peaceful manner.
He turned and gave Snape a disdainful look at his retreating figure.
Despicable! Insidious!
Humans are complex beings, and it is very difficult to manipulate their emotions.
"I said, it can only be the Disarming Spell!" Lockhart's loud shouts had no effect.
Draco collapsed to the ground, laughing hysterically, while Harry's legs moved uncontrollably in a quickstep.
"Stop! Stop now!"
Vincent glanced back.
Hermione was sharing her tips, and Daphne was no longer as reserved as she had been at the beginning.
He walked onto the stage without any hesitation.
Snape, as if he'd had enough of Lockhart's loud shouting, raised his wand and dispelled the magic from Harry and Draco.
With a "bang," a cloud of green smoke appeared in front of Vincent.
Seamus was covered in dust and dirt after being blasted by Ron's wand.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Ron, you're the Blasting Genius!"
Vincent waved his wand, dispelling the smoke.
Alfred ran past him, followed by Crabbe, who had a full beard.
Neville was pinned to the ground by Blaise Zabini, while Fred and George set off several fireworks towards the ceiling.
Wood and Marcus were wrestling in the audience below the stage, their wands nowhere to be found.
The whole thing descended into chaos, Lockhart simply jumped down and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Oh my god—stop it!" He wandered through the crowd, looking at the duel results that had been assigned to his group.
Most students used magic other than the Disarming Spell, and almost all of them sustained some kind of injury.
The lighter ones, like Draco and Harry.
If Snape hadn't been watching, they definitely would have dared to throw away their wands and do something more traditional.
Not everyone is as harmonious as Hermione and Daphne, or Ginny and Luna.
Not everyone is like Vincent and Snape, watching the whole thing from the sidelines.
"Stand up, Macmillan ... Watch out, Miss Fawcett ... Squeeze hard, the bleeding will stop immediately, Butt..."
Lockhart circled around for a while before rushing to the center of the Great Hall.
"I think we need to teach you how to stop unfriendly magic first."
He glanced at Snape furtively, his eyes meeting those cold, gleaming black eyes.
"Please come up as a pair of volunteers—" He quickly looked away, glancing at Neville and Justin, who were uninjured.
"Longbottom, Finch-Fletchley, how are you two?"
Snape slid like a shadow from the other side of the stage to the center.
"That's not a good idea, Professor Lockhart."
His cold eyes swept over Neville. "Longbottom is the simplest spell, yet it can cause extraordinary destruction."
The gaze shifted towards Justin.
"If you insist on doing it this way, we'll have no choice but to put Finch-Fletchley's remains into a matchbox and send it to the Hospital Wing on the second floor."
Neville shrank his neck, his little face flushed red.
"Then, Cedric— "
"How are Malfoy and Potter doing?" Snape grinned maliciously. "They're still locked in a battle."
"Great idea, Professor Snape!" Lockhart envisioned a wonderful scene.
The Chosen One of the Wizarding World and the heir of the Malfoy Family, under his guidance, finally reach a decisive battle.
Regardless of who wins or loses, the title of a good professor is undeniable.
Having narrowly escaped death, Cedric quickly patted his heart, which was pounding in his throat.
The "social dead group" only needs three people; there's no need to add him.
"Alright, Harry— "
Lockhart came over and said, "When Draco points his wand at you, you should do what I do."
The extremely precious Cherry Wand danced in her hand, making all sorts of complicated and fancy little movements.
"Thud—" He quickly bent down and picked it up. "Oh dear—it seems quite excited."
The entire Great Hall was trying not to laugh, even Snape was not immune.
He whispered something in Draco's ear, and then the two of them burst into laughter.
Lockhart hugged Harry's shoulder affectionately. "Harry, you just need to do what I just did."
"What? You dropped your wand?"
He pretended not to hear, "Since everything is ready, let's begin!"
Harry turned his gaze to the audience below the stage, where both Vincent and Hermione were making the same mouth shape.
"One, two, three, go!"
Harry turned his head and saw Draco already raising his wand.
He disregarded dueling etiquette and hastily chanted a spell, "Shield Charm!"
"The Serpensortia!" Draco shouted almost simultaneously.
The barrier that could only cover the front of the chest faced a long, black snake.
It raised its head, preparing to attack Harry.
The students who were closest screamed and quickly moved back to keep their distance.
"Hiss—" The black snake flicked its tongue, cautiously moving forward little by little.
"The Shield Charm won't help you, Potter." Snape lazily raised his wand. "I'll handle it—"
"Let me do it!" Lockhart waved his wand wildly at the black snake.
With a loud thud, the snake leaped more than ten feet into the air before crashing back down.
As if provoked, it bared its fangs and assumed an attack stance towards Justin, who was closest to it.
"Hiss—" Harry suddenly made a snake-like sound.
He met the black snake's eyes, and it looked as if they were having a conversation.
Parseltongue!?
Vincent was slightly surprised.
Although the Potter Family is no longer one of the Pure-blood Sacred Twenty-Eight, they are, after all, descendants of Peverell, the maker of the Deathly Hallows.
Thinking about it, he also remembered the first movie he had ever seen in his previous life.
Before Harry enrolled in school, he once chatted with a python at the zoo.
At the time, he thought it was meant to highlight the protagonist's uniqueness, but he never expected it to be a foreshadowing.
Chamber of Secrets – Basilisk – Parseltongue – Voldemort – Harry Potter
Vincent stepped past Neville and stood in front of Justin.
Having already died twice from speaking nonsense, Harry will likely die from speaking nonsense again after demonstrating his talent for Parseltongue.
The person possessed by Voldemort will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to shift blame and attack more Muggle-born students.
The black snake was clearly frightened and turned its head to reveal its fangs again.
The moment Vincent's eyes met itss, he quickly stretched out his right hand.
He seized a very dangerous spot, a spot where a little force would be enough to break the spine.
The black snake's jaw opened 180 degrees, and its body twisted and struggled forward with all its might.
Once you pinch the part right next to the head, even the most agile snake won't be able to turn its body.
Forget about wrapping its tail around it, even its fangs are no longer a threat.