hogwarts blast

One morning a few weeks later, a notice was posted on the bulletin board in the foyer.

Zhang Qiu and her best friend Marietta Aikemo crowded around the bulletin board and chatted in excitement.

When the four fathers appeared in the hall, Zhang Qiu excitedly called Cedric over.

"Hogwarts is opening a dueling club! The first party will be held in the Great Hall tonight. Do you want to attend?"

Cedric glanced at the notice and instantly lost most of his interest.

Teach students dueling skills, and then let students practice dueling in groups...

Do the four of them still need to be taught their dueling skills?

And in a group duel, in Hogwarts, who among the students can beat any of the four of them?

Of course, if Zhang Qiu finds it interesting, then he will definitely accompany Zhang Qiu.

After taking one look at Zhang Qiu's expression, Cedric immediately pretended to be extremely interested in the Duel Club.

"I wonder who will teach us," he said, "Maybe Professor Flitwick, who was once a dueling champion."

Kyle touched his chin, such a high-profile way of publicity...

Why did he have an ominous premonition?

At this time, Harry and his good friend Ron also walked through the hall and came to the bulletin board.

"Why are so many people gathered here?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry was about to say that he didn't know, but his eyes caught Zhang Qiu's figure.

This made the words on his lips instantly turn into meaningless gibberish.

At this moment, Zhang Qiu was smiling brightly and talking to Cedric.

The crystal clear snow-white skin shone with an ivory halo, and the long black eyelashes tightly covered the pair of water-cut autumn eyes.

Looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, Harry almost had a myocardial infarction.

His breathing became rapid.

Ever since the last time they were two Quidditch teams, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Zhang Qiu's beautiful and confident figure had left an indelible mark in the heart of Harry, who was just starting to fall in love.

When his eyes touched Cedric beside Zhang Qiu, Harry's myocardial infarction was instantly cured.

Why couldn't he meet Zhang Qiu earlier?

In this case, maybe the person standing in front of Zhang Qiu and talking to her at this time is herself?

Harry felt a sense of envy and jealousy in his heart.

At this moment, Zhang Qiu and Cedric were chatting enthusiastically, and they didn't even notice the look in Harry's eyes next to them.

Kyle noticed it, but he didn't know where to start complaining for a while.

On one side is the savior whom Old Deng values ​​​​and Snape's beloved Miss Harley...

It seems like something weird got mixed in, but it doesn't matter.

On the other side is his good friend Cedric, one of the three future Hufflepuff GHS witches.

Kyle couldn't go up and grab Harry by the collar and reprimand him loudly, "How are you different from that thief?" right?

Emotions are the most troublesome thing. Let Cedric have to fight with Harry, a thief in the wizarding world.

Anyway, this is Cedric's business and he can't control it.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered in the auditorium.

The four long dining tables have been removed.

A long, gilded stage was placed in the center of the auditorium, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above.

When Kyle saw such a showy stage, the corner of his mouth twitched.

The advisor, Lockhart, who was definitely the same slut, didn't run away.

Kyle patted the twin brother on the shoulder, "If it turns out to be Lockhart later, we will take turns on stage to challenge him."

Lockhart, danger!

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, he saw Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed like a peacock, walking onto the stage gracefully.

Next to him was Snape, still wearing the same black cloak that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Seeing Lockhart shining on the stage, the students in the audience let out a cry.

Lockhart is an out-and-out idiot, as he had already proven in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class before Halloween.

When his leg was broken by some little devil... No, he broke it himself.

Forget it, it makes no difference anyway.

First, his legs were broken, and then he was drugged and poisoned by Severus Golden Lotus Pan Snape, causing him to be defecated in his crotch in public.

The previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts either died miserably or were severely disabled, but at least they would not be troubled by such a social death incident that makes them feel ashamed and angry just thinking about it for the rest of their lives.

If Kyle had a choice, he would rather be taken away by Avada Kedavra than live in the shadow of social death for the rest of his life.

In short, Lockhart can still continue to teach at Hogwarts, and Kyle has to admire his perseverance.

Hearing the boos from the students in the audience, Lockhart looked a little embarrassed, but he still waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to open this small dueling club to fully train everyone..."

"You lost to Kyle in the duel." A young wizard booed in the audience.

He was interrupted mid-sentence, and Lockhart snapped back angrily.

"That's because I gave in to him! I am the recipient of the third-class Order of Merlin. If I hadn't given in to him, would he have been able to defeat me?"

"You also had your wand stolen by some Cornish elves!"

Lockhart choked.

"I am an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance. How could I not be able to deal with a few elves! I am here to provide you with practice opportunities!"

"You tried to treat your broken leg but ended up taking the bone away!"

"I..." Lockhart shouted angrily, "That's enough!"

"You still have it in your crotch!"

A series of suppressed laughter, similar to loud farts, immediately came from the audience. All the students' faces turned red, obviously they were having a hard time suppressing the laughter.

But there are a few people who don't care about offending Lockhart.

"Hahahahaha!"

The unbridled laughter of Kyle and the others resounded throughout the entire auditorium, and the four laughing Hogwarts heroes almost fell to the ground and beat the floor with laughter.

Even Snape, who had been paralyzed for thousands of years, couldn't help but cough slightly.

Hearing the laughter in his ears, Snape couldn't hold it back for a moment and coughed again.

Lockhart's face turned completely the color of liver.

He stared fiercely in the direction of the voice that just opened his scar.

But it was of no use. The little wizards in the audience kept humming and suppressing laughter.

On the contrary, Snape's look instantly silenced them.

"Let Professor Lockhart and I give you a demonstration first."

Kyle originally thought that Lockhart would push Snape to the ground and rub him in an instant.

But looking at the dueling stage with interlaced lights in front of him, Kyle realized that something was not right about Lockhart's strength.

Two months ago, he was a novice who could even make mistakes with healing spells. How did he become so powerful now?

Snape's temperament was not that of someone who would let loose.

Kyle pushed up the non-existent Force glasses on his face. There was only one truth -

Tom Riddle's diary was obtained by Lockhart.