Chapter 47： farce

At eight o'clock in the evening, the school auditorium.

The long dining table disappeared. In the center of the auditorium is a square gilded stage temporarily built up, and the edge of the stage is a three-step wooden step.

Hundreds of candles float in the air, adorn the center of the auditorium beautifully.

Harry and Ron hurriedly returned to the auditorium. Almost all the students in the school came, crowded and huddled together, they were discussing in full swing. The two squeezed forward along the gap in the crowd. Harry accidentally touched the toad glasses of a first-year witch, and he quickly apologized "I'm sorry."

The witch took the glasses and put them on her forehead again, humming softly, Harry did not hear clearly.

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

Navi Longbottom's round face turned round: "It's almost all here. It seems that everyone is curious about the duel."

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

"You came a bit late, where did you go?" Harry asked, curling his neck and looking out the corridor.

"I went to Professor Haipu first, and ran into Professor McGonagall on the way back."

"Something?" Ron asked casually. Before she could answer, he suddenly let out a heavy sigh. There were many little wizards who acted like him. They saw Guidro Low in a gorgeous purple robe. Professor Hart strode into the auditorium.

Next to him was a serious-faced Severus Snape. The contrast between the two was simply brilliant-the former was passionate, the latter was low and solemn; the former was brightly dressed, and the latter was completely dark.

Harry let out a groan, and the two professors he hated the most were coming to teach him a duel lesson.

Just like Professor Lockhart's handsome speech at the opening of the Peacock, he first described in ten minutes how he "worked hard to persuade Dumbledore to give everyone the opportunity to learn how to protect themselves", unavoidably interspersed with familiar ones. The link of self-boosting and book-buying advice-they have been immune to this set of rhetoric.

In the last thirty seconds, Lockhart introduced the "assistant" Professor Snape.

"Professor Snape himself knows a thing or two about duels. He generously agreed to assist me in a small demonstration before class-but don't worry, I will return your potions professor to you in good condition. "He grinned.

Snape curled his upper lip and pulled out a polite smile, making Harry feel cold. If Snape smiled at him that way, he would have slipped away.

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

He was quite interested in this so-called "duel course", and there were some thoughts deep in his heart, so he decided to come and take a look.

If Professor Lockhart messes up, maybe he can take over...

Based on his knowledge of the professor, a car rollover is a high probability event.

This was a temptation to subconsciously feel dissatisfied with the mediocrity and chaos of the magical world and Hogwarts, but to be cautious, he decided to wait and see.

……

The duel course officially began. In less than three minutes, Felix looked at Professor Lockhart, who was hit by the "disarming curse" with twitching eyes. He stood up in embarrassment, tearing a long hole in his gorgeous purple robe.

The dishes are still yours, but can you be a little self-aware?

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

"This is the application of the disarming spell. I hope my demonstration just now impressed you—" He glanced at Snape. "But don't mind if I say that. Your intention just now is obvious. If I want to There is no need 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 murderously.

Lockhart changed the subject wisely and took the course to the next stage. Without any specific teaching, he pulled out a dozen pairs of little wizards and asked them to stand in small grids on the stage.

"This is the end of the demonstration time! Let me see what you have learned, Professor Snape, if you are willing to help me..."

Then there was a bad battle. Lockhart wanted to get rid of Snape’s head-on or specific magic teaching, so he shifted his task to commenting and guiding, but he looked at Hogwar highly. The level of spellcasting and discipline of the little wizards.

Especially Snape arranged for his own academy to team up with the Little Lions, consciously or unconsciously. It would be weird not to fight.

Although Lockhart has repeatedly emphasized that he can only use the disarming spell, the little wizard has never learned it-if not counting Lockhart's just "demonstration". So after the two sides blushed and chanted invalid spells several times, various small evil spells that were popular among the student groups appeared.

From the perspective of Felix, Harry and Malfoy are barely interesting, but they basically don’t have the concept of duel. They use a turn-based system. You have a grin and I am a tower. "Lantella Dance", the rest of the time is dry watching.

The remaining little wizards, Neville and Justin both fell to the ground, panting, if he read it right They did not release a spell from beginning to end;

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

And the group of their own assistants...they lost their wands a long time ago, and they were fighting with each other. The Slytherin girl had the upper hand with a huge size advantage. Her arms caught Hermione's head, but Hermione was also One hand stubbornly grabbed the opposite hair...

"Oh my god, my god!" Lockhart screamed, but he had no effect on the situation on the court. Felix had to cross the crowd, swaying a dozen spells with his wand, separating the little wizards.

"Professor Haipu..." Lockhart was a little flustered and hesitant, but soon his mind was attracted by the miserable situation of the little wizards. "Miss Fawcett... pinch it hard, the blood will stop right away, Bout, your nose is broken, and Ernie..."

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

Simo took a sip of the green stuff, his face turned greener, and finally he hiccuped and expelled a cloud of green gas.

"Let the little wizard engage in dangerous activities, and lose the face of the professor..." Pomfrey kept muttering, but she quickly solved the trouble. Within five minutes, the little wizards stood up again.

Lockhart looked a little overwhelmed, "Well, ah..." He was stunned for a few seconds, "Let us thank Madam Pomfrey for her efforts. She is a powerful support staff for our duel course... Of course, there is also Haipu. professor."

He took a peek at Felix. He was standing on the stage and had no plans to go down.