Silan had been closely monitoring Lockhart's actions ever since Lockhart ambushed Snape.
Seeing Harry about to confront the Killing Curse with his wand, Silan quickly stopped him.
That kid is too reckless.
No wonder he was a ruthless person who dared to defy the Killing Curse with his head even as an infant...
With a flick of her wand, Silan transformed three Parchment into three thick stone walls, blocking her and Harry's path.
With two loud bangs, the Killing Curse shattered the two stone walls, but lost its power in front of the third stone wall and gradually disappeared.
Harry even had time to throw Disarming Charm at Lockhart.
Unfortunately, it didn't work.
Snape was still in shock.
If it weren't for Prewett's intervention, that idiot Potter would be dead!
"Potter!"
Snape roared at Harry, "You slug-headed idiot!"
"Get out of here right now with that red-haired Gnome next to you!"
Ron, caught in the crossfire, pointed innocently at himself.
"A red-haired Gnome? Me?"
"You guys hurry up and get out of here," Silan pulled Harry back, urging him in a low voice, "Get outside the Great Hall!"
And what about you?
"Don't worry about me," Silan said.
Harry and Ron hesitated for a moment, then said "Be careful" before turning and walking towards the entrance of the Great Hall.
Hermione, George, and Fred were over there helping the Prefect evacuate the students.
Tom glared angrily at Silan.
It's that guy again!
This guy ruined my plans again!
Tom had his eye on Snape ever since Silan reminded Snape.
He never expected that his two crucial attacks would be thwarted.
Damn it!
Who exactly is this guy?
How could a second-grade student be so amazing?
A second-grade student not only accurately predicted my attack, but also used the Transfiguration Spell so skillfully?
Tom controlled Lockhart's body, squinting as he stared intently at Silan.
He admired Silan's talent and keen insight, but felt even more extreme disgust for him.
He wouldn't allow anyone to be stronger than him.
He cannot tolerate anyone climbing up from below to stand in the same spot as him, not even if it's just a possibility.
"Lockhart! Lay down your weapons and surrender now, and we might spare your life!"
Professor Sprout, wand in hand, stood in front of the students. "You can still reflect on your mistakes in Azkaban!"
Lockhart snorted coldly, his eyes searching the walls of the Great Hall with a probing gaze, as if looking for something.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick rushed to the Great Hall entrance.
The entrance to the Great Hall was chaotic.
Some students rushed out of the Great Hall, while others were pushed out by the crowd, and some who liked to watch the excitement lagged behind, looking back every few steps.
"What exactly happened?" Professor McGonagall asked, her lips pressed tightly together and her face grim.
The students started chattering away.
"Professor Lockhart has gone mad, claiming to be the King of the World..."
"He's attacking us!"
"He's already fighting with Professor Snape!"
"They even used the Killing Curse!"
Professor McGonagall's heart skipped a beat when she heard the last sentence, and she instinctively gripped her robes tightly.
Killing Curse!
Having heard just that one word, Professor McGonagall no longer needed to inquire about anything else.
Lockhart has undoubtedly gone mad.
Whatever he did, once he used the Killing Curse, he would have to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.
But with the students all at the entrance, Professor McGonagall couldn't go in, so she had to organize the students to evacuate first.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! I only needed to correct a few assignments..."
Professor Flitwick shouted as he darted through the students, dodging their footsteps.
He was so short that almost no one noticed him, and he nearly got stepped on by the little wizard several times.
"Professor Flitwick, could you please go in and take a look?" Professor McGonagall said as she organized the students to evacuate.
The old man, half a head taller than himself, turned to look at the young wizards crowded at the doorway, all of whom were taller than him, and nodded with some difficulty.
"Okay, I'll give it a try!"
Professor Flitwick took a deep breath, looking somewhat embarrassed, and plunged into the crowd.
All he could see were legs, like moving pillars, jostling him around.
Professor Flitwick had to dart around, looking for opportunities to squeeze between those legs.
After he finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd, he looked up and saw George and Fred talking to Silan.
"Lockhart has gone mad! He even used the Killing Curse just now!"
"Silan, let's go!" George and Fred urged from either side.
"Let the students go first." Silan was still staring at Lockhart.
Lockhart now has a severed arm and looks disheveled, but his expression remains calm.
He was completely different from his previous crazy and arrogant self.
Silan glanced at his waist; the Diary was still tucked there.
"Is Tom taking over?" Silan thought to herself.
Tom probably thought Lockhart was doomed, so he didn't bother to put the arm back in and just gave it a simple bandage.
Blood was still flowing, staining his robe red.
George and Fred were in a real hurry.
What time is it? Silan, are you still thinking about other people?
George turned and shouted, "Hermione! Come and talk to him!"
Hermione glanced this way, quickly walked over, exchanged a look with Silan, and without saying a word, reached out and pulled George and Fred away.
"It's not us, it's Silan!" Fred exclaimed anxiously.
"Take Silan with you!" George added.
"Don't make things worse. Silan knows what she's doing." Hermione glanced at Silan worriedly, but showed no intention of letting go.
She understood Silan and knew he was sensible and knew how to conduct himself.
All I need to do is support him and offer appropriate assistance.
Silan nodded at her with some gratitude.
He was actually having a bit of a headache about how to persuade George and Fred to leave, but Hermione has solved that for him.
Their eyes met across the crowd.
They looked at each other in silence, yet their hearts were in perfect harmony.
They've done many things like this, working together as a team.
Hermione pulled the two back to the vicinity of the Great Hall entrance, where they met up with the Prefect from various houses.
They all drew their wands to guard against Lockhart.
Lockhart looks utterly disheveled.
His hair was a mess, stained with blood, his left arm was severed, the cut surface was a bloody mess, and even his flamboyant robe was tattered.
Yet his expression remained calm and composed, his almost bloodshot eyes coldly sweeping over the crowd.
He wore a meaningful smile, his gaze lingering on Snape and Silan for a moment, his wand twirling in his hand as if preparing to attack.
Snape raised his wand, ready to strike at any moment.
Lockhart looked at Silan and suddenly raised his wand.
Is the target Prewett?
Snape was startled and waved his wand to cast a Shield Charm on Silan.
But Lockhart's wand suddenly spun in mid-air and pointed at Professor Sprout.
A strange, Spells light shot out from the tip of Lockhart's wand.
"Watch out!" Snape warned.
Professor Sprout pulled out a vine from somewhere and wrapped it around his arm, making an arm guard.
Lockhart's Spells struck Professor Sprout's arm, Elephant-Eating Vine, but it seemed to be absorbed by the vines, causing no ripple whatsoever.
This is Elephant-Eating Vine, which originates from Africa. It has extremely strong magical resistance, and its effect is even better than that of ordinary Shield Charm.
Professor Sprout isn't very good at fighting, but he's skilled at using herbs.
Lockhart wasn't bothered by his failed attack; instead, he smiled easily.
He stared intently at a wall in the Great Hall, waved his wand, and used Dark Magic to blast a large hole in the wall.
He also smashed the several amulets that were originally hanging on the wall.
Smoke and dust billowed up.
Everyone heard a strange sound, as if something was wriggling inside the pipe.
And then there was a terrifying hissing sound...