Chapter 62

Early the next morning, the bones on Harry's arm had grown out. Mrs. Pomfrey came to check once and found that she looked good, so she directly told Harry that she could leave.

Harry naturally couldn't wait.

He put on his clothes as quickly as possible and hurried to Gryffindor tower. He was eager to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin and dobby, but they were not there.

Harry went out again, wondering where they could go? He felt a little wronged, and they didn't care if his bones grew well.

But when he searched and came to Myrtle's bathroom, he found that Hermione was the only one who was making medicine here.

"Harry!" she said, "you scared me. Come on in - how's your arm?"

"Fine," said Harry, squeezing into the small room.

There was a crucible on the toilet. Harry heard the crackling sound under the toilet and knew that they had made a fire below. Using magic to make a portable waterproof fire is Hermione's specialty.

"Where's Ron? Isn't he here?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes," said Hermione, "well, I mean, I haven't seen him since this morning."

While they were talking, they saw Ron directly push the door in. His face was very ugly.

"What's the matter, Ron? Where have you been?" Harry said in surprise.

Ron was silent for a moment and said, "I'm looking for Marca."

"Find Marca?" Hermione stood up abruptly.

"Well, I didn't find it..."

Ron said a low word and left again, leaving Harry and Hermione looking at each other.

"Should we ask what happened?" Harry glanced at Hermione.

"I think it's better not," Hermione shook her head, didn't know how to answer, just dodged.

For a moment, Harry was in doubt, but he forgot everything he wanted to say. But they didn't expect that at the most unexpected time, Maka suddenly appeared in front of them.

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On Monday morning, the news that Colin krivi had been attacked and was now lying like a dead man in the ward spread all over the school.

In an instant, rumors were flying in the school, and everyone was suspicious.

Freshmen are always moving together in groups, as if they were afraid that they would be attacked if they acted alone.

Ginny was sitting at the table with Colin krivi in the spell class and was very upset at the moment.

In order to make her happy, Fred and George jumped out from behind the stone statue in turn with feathers or scabies, which Harry felt was obviously helping her.

Later, Percy was so angry that he told them that he would write to their mother, Mrs. Weasley, and tell her that Ginny had nightmares at night. They stopped fooling around.

One day after that, Harry was walking through the hall.

Suddenly they saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading the words on a parchment that had just been nailed up.

Seymour Finnegan and Dean Thomas greeted them with a look of excitement.

"They're going to start a duel club!" said Seymour. "The first party this evening. I don't object to learning some duel courses, which may come in handy one day..."

At eight o'clock that night, the appearance of Hogwarts hall changed.

The long dining table disappeared, and a long gold-plated stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above, and the ceiling became as dark as velvet again.

Almost all the students of the school came. Fortunately, the hall is wide enough. Although it still looks crowded, there is at least a little room to move around.

Each of them had his own wand and an excited expression on his face.

But it wasn't long before gidrow Lockhart appeared on the stage in the expression of disappointment.

He was dressed in a purple robe, his hair was well combed, and his appearance was good. At first glance, he was really shining - as long as he didn't move.

But it is obviously impossible for this new professor to remain silent.

Lockhart waved to everyone to be quiet, and then shouted, "come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me... Great!"

"Well, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start this small duel club and fully train everyone in case you need to defend yourself one day and protect yourself in the way I have used countless times - for details, please see my published works."

He said, waved again and made a "please" gesture.

"Let me introduce my assistant professor snape!" he said to Snape below the stage. "He told me that he himself knew a little about dueling, and he generously promised to help me make a small demonstration before class."

"I said, I don't want to worry you little guys - after I demonstrate with him, I'll return your potion teacher to you intact. Don't be afraid --"

"I said," snape interrupted suddenly, "I do know a little about dueling, but I'm not the one who's going to demonstrate with you today --"

He took a step to the side, showed the people behind him, and said with a sneer.

"... it's him."

Everyone was surprised this time, because there was no one else standing behind Snape. It was Marca - Marca McLean!

"Oh - ha ha," said Lockhart with a smile, "I think you must be joking. As a teacher, how can I duel with my students? How dangerous -"

"No, I think it's just right." snape smiled faintly. "In this way, we can see clearly the danger of the spell..."

After a pause, he simply ran on Lockhart and said, "I don't think it's much for you, a dueling expert, to control danger under the great gap?"

As expected, Lockhart immediately jumped into the pit.

"Oh, of course! I think your idea is also good... Yes." Lockhart showed a kind to greasy smile. "Then come up, Marca."

If Marca didn't want to get involved in this, but he didn't know why, Snape threw it to himself. He thought about it and finally agreed.

"Don't worry, son - don't be afraid, you won't get hurt. I'm very experienced as a duel coach." Lockhart maintained a charming smile. "Maybe I can write a duel book, which will be very interesting."

"Maybe..." Marca said casually as she pulled out her wand.

Under the stage, many students looked at Maka curiously.

Although many people have heard of some things at the end of last term, the specific situation has been blurred by Dumbledore. In fact, most students are looking forward to the sudden duel.

At the moment, the eyes of Harry, Ron and Hermione are also focused on Marca, but their minds are obviously different. I'm afraid Harry has the least psychological burden.

"Come on, Marca!" Harry shouted cheerfully.

His implication, of course, was to see Maka teach Lockhart a lesson and let him stop being so annoying.

Lockhart and Marca stood at a distance from each other on the stage and bowed to each other.

Lockhart is obviously much more fancy than Makana's ordinary movements. He turned his hands to make a lot of patterns, skillfully made a gentleman's appearance, and took time to make an elegant gesture to makabi.

Then they held their wands in front of them like arrows.

"As you can see, we hold the wand in the usual dueling posture. Maka has done a good job in this. Obviously, he has previewed the knowledge of dueling," Lockhart said to the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will do the first magic. Of course, I won't hurt Maka."

Suddenly, all the students under the stage focused their attention.

"One, two... Three!"

Maka raised her hand and shook it gently. The tip of the staff quickly outlined the casting track in the shaking. The speed was amazing.

"Except your weapon!"

A thin red awn suddenly appeared from the front of the wand and went straight to lohat opposite. Although the lightning fast red light didn't look dazzling, the solidity of the light column made Snape flash a surprised look on his face.

Lockhart didn't even have time to react. He was hit by the red light. He suddenly flew back out of the stage, hit the wall hard, and then slipped down and curled up on the floor.

"If Snape did it, it should be almost this strength..."

Although I don't know why Snape threw it to him, once Snape put it forward, Maka was really a little hard to shirk.

Frankly speaking, Marka needs Snape's help from time to time in her research on magic medicine. It is rare for the other party to make a request, and it is obviously not in the interest to refuse. In desperation, Maka can only do so.

Even if he knew in his own heart that this minimum ridiculous imitation was only self deception.

"Anyway, I need time... More time," Maka said in her heart. "Now I can't make a reasonable judgment. It will be very bad."

Not to mention the expressionless Maka and Lockhart, who was scrambling up. Looking at the students around the stage in the hall, almost everyone was speechless with surprise.

After a silence, there was boiling.

Maka looked at the situation under the stand and had already expected it. But in any case, this does not meet his current needs, even if it is certainly beneficial and harmless to his popularity in Hogwarts.

"Professor Lockhart, it's impolite," Marca said softly, and jumped off the stage without waiting for Lockhart to say anything.

Under the stage, Snape looked at Lockhart's slightly embarrassed expression, with a sneer on his face.