Malfoy and Harry were getting along "amicably" enough: one danced, and the other cheered him on!
Everyone else was in even worse chaos!
Green smoke spread through the hall. Neville and Justin lay on the floor, breathing hard. Ron clutched a pale-faced Seamus, apologizing over and over, his heart full of guilt and fear.
Fools like Goyle had even thrown away the Wand in their hands and started trading punches and kicks with their opponents. Blood flew.
"Stop! You idiots, all of you, stop! Finite Incantatem!" Snape shouted.
Harry's feet stopped dancing, and Malfoy stopped laughing. Everyone else lowered their hands and fell silent as they looked at Snape.
"You fools! I could smash the lot of you with a hammer!"
"Didn't you hear what I said at the start? I said Disarming Charms only! Goyle, and you other trolls—where are your Wands?"
Snape stood on the stage and tore into the students below, spittle flying. Jerry leaned against the wall behind the stage, watching Snape's performance with amused interest.
He's lost it! He's really lost it!
"Malfoy, Potter, you two come up here!" Snape said coldly after finishing his tirade.
Malfoy's face lit up. He turned to Harry with a nasty grin.
Harry swallowed and remained where he was.
"Hurry up, Mr. Potter! Unless you're afraid. In that case, just say so!" Snape urged with a sly smile.
Harry had no choice but to climb onto the stage and face Malfoy.
What's there to be afraid of? It's Malfoy, not Jerry! Harry reassured himself.
Once the two were ready, everyone in the Great Hall crowded around. Jerry guided Hermione to the front.
Ron and Neville squeezed up to the stage too, shouting encouragement to Harry.
"Three, two, one! Begin!"
No sooner had Snape spoken than the tip of Malfoy's