Ron was worried, but he was also looking forward to it a little.
He had been sick of Lockhart for ages.
If Lockhart got beaten half to death, he might feel a little sad for a while, then spend the next few days feeling delighted.
A lot of the boys felt much the same way, for one simple reason: Lockhart was far too popular with the girls. Even after his reputation had crashed straight into the gutter last year, quite a few girls still cared only about his looks.
Tris no longer had time to worry about Harry meeting his first love for the first time. His gaze settled on the platform in the middle of the classroom.
Although Lockhart tried hard to force a smile, it was nowhere near as dazzling as usual. With a wizard on either side of him, he was clearly panicking like mad.
"Well, you're both ready, aren't you?" Lockhart did his best to look calm.
"Yes, ready." Osgilia smiled and nodded.
"Just worry about yourself. We won't warn you before we attack," Snape said coldly.
Lockhart swallowed. That was clearly what frightened him most.
"Go, Professor Osgilia!"
"Go, Professor Lockhart!"
The students around them cheered for the professors they supported and liked. Yet not a single cheer seemed to be for Snape. Perhaps there were a few, but the cheers for the other two drowned them out.
Even among the Slytherin students, not many liked Snape.
Lockhart took a deep breath and seemed about to say something. Snape, apparently unhappy that nobody was cheering for him, raised his hand and fired a Disarming Charm.
Almost simultaneously, Osgilia seized on Lockhart's opening from the other side and fired a Stunning Spell.
Harry's and Ron's eyes lit up, eager to see Lockhart embarrass himself.
Yet, whether