A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Eight o'clock in the evening, the school auditorium.

The long dining table disappeared, and in the center of the auditorium was a temporary square gilded stage with three wooden steps on the edge.

Hundreds of candles floated in the air, adorning the center of the auditorium beautifully.

Harry and Ron hurried back to the auditorium. Almost all the students in the school came, huddled next to each other, and they were discussing enthusiastically. The two squeezed forward along the gap in the crowd. Harry accidentally knocked off the toad glasses of a first-year witch, and he quickly apologized "sorry".

The witch took the glasses, put them back on her forehead, and hummed something that Harry couldn't catch.

The two came to Gryffindor's little wizarding area, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were all there, "Hey! Harry, this way." They breathed a sigh of relief, "There are so many people here."

Neville Longbottom's round face turned around: "Almost all are here, it seems that everyone is very curious about the duel."

At this time, Hermione came to meet from the other direction, still holding a newspaper in her hand.

"You're a little late, where have you been?" Harry asked, looking out of the corridor with his neck stretched.

"I went to Professor Hepp first and met Professor McGonagall on the way back."

"Is something wrong?" Ron asked casually. Before she could answer, he suddenly let out a heavy sigh. There were many little wizards who were doing the same thing as him. They saw Gilderoy Law in a gorgeous purple robe. Professor Hart strode into the auditorium.

Next to him was the serious-looking Severus Snape, the contrast between the two - the former was warm and the latter was somber; the former was brightly dressed, the latter was dark.

Harry let out a groan that two of his most hated professors were coming to teach him dueling lessons.

Professor Lockhart, who opened the screen with a peacock, gave a personable speech. He first spent ten minutes telling how he "worked hard to persuade Dumbledore, so that everyone had the opportunity to learn how to protect themselves", and the familiar words were inevitably interspersed in the middle. Part of self-promotion and book-buying advice—they've become immune to the rhetoric.

In the last thirty seconds, Lockhart made a rare introduction to the "assistant" Professor Snape.

"Professor Snape himself knew a thing or two about dueling, and he graciously agreed to help me with a small demonstration before class - but don't worry, I'll give you back your Potions Professor intact. ' He gave a wide grin.

Snape curled his upper lip and pulled out a polite smile that made Harry's heart go cold. If Snape smiled at him like that, he would have walked away.

During this time, Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, stood impatiently at the edge of the venue, carrying a white medicine box with her, and Professor Felix Hepp also quietly appeared in a corner of the auditorium.

He was quite interested in this so-called "duel course", and he had some ideas in his heart, so he decided to take a look.

If Professor Lockhart screwed up, maybe he could take over...

From what he knew about the professor, a rollover was a high-probability event.

It was a subconscious test of his dissatisfaction with the banality and chaos of the wizarding world and Hogwarts, but to be cautious, he decided to wait and see.

...

The duel course officially started. In less than three minutes, Felix twitched his eyes and looked at Professor Lockhart, who was knocked away by the Disarming Curse. He stood up in embarrassment, and his gorgeous purple robe tore a long slit.

The food is still yours, but can you be a little self-aware?

Professor Lockhart was supported by a few little wizards, and he staggered back to the center of the stage, "Okay, everyone can see it!" His wavy curly hair stood upright under the effect of the spell, looking quite Funny, but funny is what he said next.

"This is the application of the Disarming Charm, and I hope you will be impressed by what I just demonstrated—" He glanced at Snape, "but don't mind me saying that, your intention was obvious, if I want to It takes no effort to stop you..."

"But the little wizards need to increase their knowledge, so let them see..." Lockhart couldn't continue, and Snape was looking at him with murderous expression.

Lockhart deftly shifted the subject and moved the lesson to the next level. Without any specific teaching, he pulled out a dozen pairs of little wizards and let them stand in small squares on the stage.

"Demo time is over! Let me see what you've learned, Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me..."

What followed was a bad fight, Lockhart wanted to get rid of Snape's face-to-face or specific magic teaching, so he shifted his task to commenting and coaching, but he looked at Hogwart high The spellcasting level and discipline of the little wizards.

In particular, Snape arranged for his own academy to form a team with the little lions, intentionally or unintentionally. It would be strange not to fight.

Although Lockhart has repeatedly emphasized that only disarming spells can be used, the little wizard has never learned it at all - if it is not the "demonstration" that Lockhart just gave. So after the warring parties blush and chanted a few invalid spells, various small evil spells popular among the students appeared.

From Felix's point of view, the group of Harry and Malfoy is barely interesting, but the two basically do not have the concept of a duel, and they use a turn-based system. Rantera Dance", and the rest of the time is just watching.

The remaining little wizards, Neville and Justin both fell to the ground, panting, if he read it right, the two of them didn't cast a single spell from beginning to end;

Ron grabbed the ashen-faced Seamus and apologized again and again, his wand was still spewing green smoke;

As for the group of his assistants...their wands had long been lost, and they were scrambling with each other. The Slytherin girl had the upper hand with her huge size advantage. Her arm caught Hermione's head, but Hermione also One hand grabbed the opposite hair tightly...

"God, gosh!" Lockhart screamed, but he had no effect on the situation on the field, and Felix had to cross the crowd, swiping a dozen spells with his wand, separating the little wizards.

"Professor Hepp..." Lockhart was a little flustered and hesitant, but soon his mind was attracted by the miserable situation of the little wizards. "Miss Fawcett... squeeze hard, the blood stops immediately, Boot, your nose is broken, and Ernie..."

Madam Pomfrey stepped onto the stage and pulled Lockhart away. The outstanding school doctor quickly cast a spell and poured various potions into the mouths of the little wizards. "Dumbledore shouldn't have approved...that's ridiculous, just ridiculous...totally unqualified..."

Seamus took a sip of the green stuff, his face even greener, and finally he burped and exhaled a cloud of green air.

"Let the little wizard engage in dangerous activities and lose the professor's face..." Pomfrey kept mumbling, but she quickly resolved the trouble, and within five minutes, the little wizards stood up again.

Lockhart looked a little overwhelmed, "Well, ah..." He was stunned for a few seconds, "Let's thank Madam Pomfrey for her hard work, she is a powerful support member of our dueling course... And of course, Hep professor."

He took a peek at Felix, who was standing on the stage with absolutely no intention of going down.

Two more completed!