Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed. At least Lockhart bowed and made many tricks with his hands, while Snape just looked on coldly.
Then they held their wands to their chests like arrows.
"As you can see, we hold our wands in a normal dueling position,"
Lockhart pretended to be calm and said to the quiet crowd,
"On the count of three, we will cast the first spell. Of course, neither of us will take the other's life."
"Really?"
Sean heard the sound of Ron swallowing saliva.
"One--two--three--"
They both jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.
Snape shouted:
"Expelliarmus!"
Suddenly a dazzling red light flashed, and Lockhart was struck unsteadily.
He flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall, then slid down and curled up on the floor.
Malfoy and several other Slytherin students applauded.
Sean is already sighing, Professor Snape, it seems that he really has no intention of letting Lockhart go.
"Look, he's fine."
Hermione seemed relieved.
"I always thought it wouldn't be that simple."
Justin frowned.
Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat fell off and his wavy curly hair stood on end.
"Okay, everyone has seen it!"
He staggered back onto the stage and said,
"This is a Disarming Charm--as you can see, I lost my wand--ah, thank you, Miss Brown.
Yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show them this move. However, don't mind what I say. Your intention to do this was too obvious just now.
If I want to stop you, there is no need to try hard. I think that in order to increase their knowledge, I might as well let them see..."
Snape's face had lost his murderous look, and he didn't even look at Lockhart.
So, after a while, Lockhart fell down, and the little wizards exclaimed one after another, thinking that it was Disarming Charm who broke his head just now.
But Sean knew that Professor Snape actually released more than one curse at the same time.
"He won't be killed by the curse, right?"
Ron looked at Lockhart and said with a smile.
"I hope so."
Harry always thinks the same as Ron.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Hermione replied angrily.
She is not worried about Lockhart, but as long as the little wizard who has watched Green's Notes and takes the class seriously will know how high the level of Potions is from Professor Snape.
Losing their Potions Professor because of a scammer is not a good deal at all.
Lockhart entered Hospital Wing, and no one knows how long it will take for him to come back.
Off the stage, Sean was thinking whether Voldemort's curse was too powerful.
Being in this situation, Sean found it hard to believe that all of this happened by coincidence.
He coincidentally caused the anger of Professor Snape, Lockhart coincidentally hosted Dueling Club, Professor Snape coincidentally was provoked by Lockhart during the Dueling Club demonstration...
Magic is indeed too vast, Sean can't even trace the principle of this curse.
He looked at Professor Snape, who was still smiling, but the pressure was much better than before.
"This is the end of the demonstration. Work in pairs."
Professor Snape said.
He divided them into groups neatly.
Sean saw Harry and Malfoy assigned together, Ron assigned next to Goyle, and Hermione faced Pansy.
I have to say that the professor's grouping is very sophisticated.
Everyone has their own complaints.
The only ones that are better are probably Justin and Neville.
A large open space has been left next to Sean. Even if the little wizards are very passionate about dueling, no one wants to face an invincible opponent.
Flint only lasted for one minute, and he didn't even know what magic spell his opponent had released.
"Follow me--"
At this time, Professor Snape walked up to Sean. He stared at Sean and strode away. He always cherished his words like gold.
Because he walked too fast, Sean could only follow him by walking quickly.
"Strange,"
Hermione looked at this scene and asked Justin,
"Why do I feel that Professor Snape and Sean are a bit..."
Next, the duel between the little wizards was full of strange things.
A puff of green smoke filled the sky over the entire venue.
Ron tried to use Transfiguration to trip Goyle who was running towards him. He didn't expect that this guy didn't even use magic spells;
Hermione and Pansy cast spells on each other, and finally Hermione and Stupefy solved her;
If Justin and Neville are the most entertaining among the junior students - they are very proficient in magic spells, and they can attack and protect both, and they fight back and forth - then Harry and Malfoy are the most brutal.
At first, Harry suddenly raised the wand over his shoulder, but Malfoy took action when the two of them had just counted "two":
His wand hit Harry so hard that Harry felt as if he had been hit in the head with a frying pan.
He staggered, but fortunately, everything seemed to be still running, so Harry seized the opportunity, pointed the wand directly at Malfoy, and shouted:
"Rictusempra!(Rictusempra!)"
A ray of silver light hit Malfoy's stomach, and Malfoy fell to his knees. He was so paralyzed with laughter that he could hardly move.
Harry hesitated, vaguely feeling that he shouldn't cast magic on Malfoy while he was lying on the ground. This was against the ethics of the game, but he was wrong.
I saw Malfoy panting desperately, pointing the wand at Harry's knees, and said with a gasp:
"Tarantallegra!(Tarantella Dance!)"
Immediately, Harry's legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if they were dancing a quick step.
Not far away from them, Sean was originally following Professor Snape, listening to him accurately point out the mistakes of the little wizards.
Along the way, he saw all kinds of strange spells from senior wizards, and the wizards also showed different ways to deal with these spells.
With the attitude of never having too much knowledge, Sean carefully observed the wizards' duel and listened to Professor Snape's explanation of how to solve the problem in the simplest and least labor-intensive way.
Professor Snape glanced at him from time to time, his gloomy face improved a little, and they also walked up to Harry and Malfoy.
Malfoy lay on the ground, raised his wand again, and shouted:
"Serpent's Tail!"
The head of his wand exploded. Harry watched in horror as a long black snake suddenly jumped out from it and landed heavily on the floor between the two of them. Then it raised its head and prepared to attack. The crowd screamed and quickly backed away to make way for the open space.
"Don't move, Potter."
Professor Snape said slowly, obviously, he felt better when he saw Harry standing there motionless, staring at the angry snake with big eyes and small eyes.