Seeing Malfoy's disheveled state, Lockhart couldn't stop laughing and kept trying to talk to Snape.
"Oh dear, Professor Snape, it seems your students aren't very good."
"I haven't put in much effort to teach Mr. Longbottom, and he's made such great progress. It seems like the outcome of the match is pretty much decided."
Lockhart proudly tossed her long, wavy hair.
Snape merely glanced at him coldly, without uttering a word.
Lockhart became even more smug, as if he had already won.
Lee Jordan excitedly stood up from the stands, rapidly describing the situation on the scene.
Malfoy struggled to reach for his wand, but it was too late!
"Longbottom is sprinting! So fast, Longbottom is sprinting too fast!"
"But Malfoy didn't give up; he was still struggling and trying to escape!"
He fled, he chased, but he couldn't escape even if he had wings!
Malfoy's legs were tightly locked together, making it impossible for him to stand up. He had no choice but to wriggle forward using both his hands and feet.
The wand is right in front of me!
If I could get my hands on the wand, I could break the Leg-Locker Curse in an instant.
Damn Longbottom!
Malfoy no longer cared about aristocratic manners and frantically tried to grab his wand.
Unfortunately, Neville had already caught up with him.
Neville raised his wand toward Malfoy, his brow furrowed, as if pondering which Spells to use.
After thinking it over, he realized that he didn't seem to have any particularly good attack methods, so he stood there dumbfounded.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Malfoy quickly spoke.
"You can't do this to me. I haven't gotten my wand yet!"
"What you're doing is against wizarding etiquette," Malfoy said, panting. "You can't bully someone who doesn't have a wand!"
Neville seemed to think what he said made sense, and after frowning and thinking for a while, he put away his wand.
You're right.
Lee Jordan was somewhat surprised to see Neville put away his wand, but his commentary remained passionate.
"The two players appear to have engaged in verbal negotiations and reached some kind of agreement."
"Mr. Longbottom put away his wand. He picked up Malfoy's wand; was he going to return it to him?"
Lee Jordan exclaimed, tears streaming down his face, "How gentlemanly, how noble, how..."
As they were talking, Lee Jordan suddenly noticed that Neville had also put away Malfoy's wand.
"Longbottom also put away Malfoy's wand."
"He even broke Malfoy's Leg-Locker Curse... What is he trying to do?"
The answer was soon revealed.
Lee Jordan stared wide-eyed at Neville in disbelief, his voice stammering, "Longbottom... he rolled up his sleeves?"
The students and professors in the stands exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what Neville was up to.
Only George and Fred's expressions turned strange.
They had both experienced Neville's strength before.
Wow... Is he going to have a close-quarters fight with Malfoy?
George and Fred exchanged a glance, both finding it somewhat absurd, but then smiled with interest.
Let's fight! Let's fight!
I want to see rivers of blood!
Those two were really enjoying the drama, and Malfoy was in for a world of trouble.
He hunched over weakly, one hand supporting himself on the ground, staring wide-eyed at Neville had rolled up his sleeves.
What... what are you trying to do?
Neville reached out and yanked him up, the force so great that Malfoy felt as if his hand was about to dislocate.
"If you don't use a wand, and I don't use a wand, isn't that fair?" Neville said.
"What?"
Before Malfoy could react, Neville's fist was already upon him.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three punches landed on Malfoy in quick succession, knocking him to the ground.
The pain was delayed for a moment, then swept over Malfoy's entire body with even greater force.
Malfoy's face turned bright red, and he tried to gag but couldn't vomit anything.
"How can he be so strong?!"
Neville's three punches brought tears to Malfoy's eyes, rendering him unable to rise again.
Seeing Neville walking towards him, Malfoy quickly rolled in the opposite direction and stretched out a hand, pleading, "Wait! Mr. Longbottom, wait!"
"I surrender, I surrender!"
"We are both Pure-blood families wizards, and we were relatives hundreds of years ago. I'm one of our own!"
The students and professors in the stands were stunned by what they saw.
Whether it was Malfoy's pathetic surrender or Neville's decisive punches that shattered Malfoy's championship dream, it was all hard for them to accept.
Lockhart became even more smug, looking down on Snape with utter disdain.
"Professor Snape, as I've said before, a professor's personal abilities and achievements aren't that important." He tapped his large head with his finger. "The key is knowing how to teach students."
"Look at Mr. Longbottom, haven't I taught him very well? He's good with Spells and in great physical condition. Don't you think so, Professor Flitwick?"
Professor Flitwick, whom Lockhart had mentioned, grimaced and said in a low, quick voice, "I think... this can no longer be considered a duel between wizards..."
Snape remained expressionless, reaching out to grip the railing of the stands.
He gripped the wooden railing tightly, making a creaking sound.
After regaining his composure, Lee Jordan summarized the battle between Neville and Malfoy.
"It seems Malfoy has lost his fighting ability."
"Now let's look at the other side... it's Potter and Weasley. Their match is going to be very exciting!" Lee Jordan put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun and squinted at Harry and Ron.
We all know they are very good friends.
"But fate is always unpredictable; it seems this will be a fated battle where friends turn against each other and brothers kill one another."
"How pathetic and lamentable!"
At this point, Lee Jordan sighed repeatedly, seemingly deeply moved by this epic battle.
Harry and Ron stood facing each other in silence.
It was nearing evening, and the setting sun cast a huge shadow over Hogwarts Castle, which enveloped Harry.
Ron stood opposite him, surrounded by the last rays of sunlight.
The two men, one in the light and one in the shadows, stood in silent confrontation.
A clump of grass rolled past Ron, leaving a long shadow.
This fateful duel scene captivated everyone's attention.
The crowd fell silent, staring intently at the two of them.
After a moment of silence, the two finally moved.