Promotion and salary increase start at Hogwarts

"Oh, look at you, Potter, you are in such a mess."

Malfoy scoffed.

Harry felt dizzy and his brain couldn't function normally. He relied on inertial memory to grab the wand that rolled to the ground, then pointed the wand at Malfoy randomly and yelled: "Grinning!"

But Harry acted hastily, and the curse's accuracy was a little off. Instead of hitting Malfoy, it hit Lockhart on the other side of the stage.

Lockhart bent over, gasping for air. He was so paralyzed with laughter that he could hardly move.

"Potter, your tickling spell was pretty good, but it's a pity that it didn't hit me."

Malfoy laughed wildly, "You don't look that great, do you? Can you still dance? Tarantella!"

A ray of silver light hit Harry's knees, and his legs suddenly twitched uncontrollably, as if he was doing a quick dance.

Luo Cheng squinted his eyes and stared at Draco Malfoy. His wild laughter always made Luo Cheng feel a little familiar.

But they can't let the trouble continue now. Luo Cheng must control the situation on the court.

"The curse stops immediately!"

Harry's feet stopped dancing, Lockhart stopped laughing, and they both finally looked up.

"Hey, boys, I think you didn't hear clearly what Professor Lockhart said, only disarming spells are allowed."

Luo Cheng said lazily.

"It's better to let them do it again."

Snape smiled viciously at the side, obviously very satisfied with Malfoy's repair of Harry, "What do you think, Professor Lockhart?"

"Hey, Harry, your tickling spell is really good. It's so beautiful that I don't even want to avoid it. If I want to, there are 100 ways to avoid this spell, hahaha!"

Lockhart smiled to himself and said, "What? Let them do it again? Of course, but I think we'd better leave the choice to these two young people. Harry, do you still want to continue?"

Harry was filled with anger, having suffered at Malfoy's expense, and he was eager to regain his place.

"Of course continue, Professor."

"What about you, Draco?" Snape asked.

"No problem, Dean."

So the two of them took the starting position again.

One-two-three-one-go!" shouted Lockhart.

Malfoy quickly raised his wand and roared: "Out of the blue!" The head of his wand exploded. Harry watched in horror as a long black snake suddenly jumped out of it and fell heavily on him.

On the floor between the two, the snake raised its head and prepared to attack. The crowd screamed and quickly backed away to make way for the open space.

"Don't move, Potter."

Snape said lazily, "Malfoy, you did the same. Didn't I tell you to use the disarming spell? Why did you use other magic again? Don't worry, I will get rid of it."

"let me!"

Lockhart shouted. He was eager to regain his face. He raised his wand and waved it threateningly at the snake. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Not only did the snake not disappear, but it jumped up more than ten feet high and fell heavily.

Back on the floor. It was furious, hissing and swam straight towards Justin Finch-Fletchley, one of the onlookers on the side. Then, it raised its head, exposed its fangs, and made an offensive gesture.

Posture.

Harry didn't understand why he did this. He didn't even realize that he had decided to do this. All he knew was that his legs moved forward automatically, as if on casters, and then he stupidly shouted to the snake:

"Let him go!"

Then a miracle happened - it was incredible - the snake slumped to the floor, as supple as a thick, black watering hose, and stared at Harry.