Chapter 145： Duel club

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Chapter 145 Duel Club

Harry tried desperately to put a puzzled look on his face, Snape's ferocious eyes were staring at him, whether he did it or not, Snape had long wanted to fire him.

Thankfully, a few minutes later, the school bell rang.

"He said it was me." Harry had a panic on his face. "He will definitely fire me."

The three rushed to the bathroom where the crying Myrtle was staying.

"It can be seen that whether you did it or not, he wanted to fire you a long time ago." Hermione threw the stolen ingredients into the cauldron and stirred excitedly. "It will be ready in two weeks." She Said happily, "Finally, it's done. Now we will know who the murderer is from Malfoy."

"Snape has no evidence." Ron encouraged Harry. "He hates you, not to mention things. You don't need to care about his thoughts at all, just like he never embarrassed you."

"He won't just let it go, he will find out." Harry was still afraid for a while, he was not afraid of monsters, threats, or even death, none of these would scare him.

But he caused pà to be expelled, pà to leave Hogwarts, pà to leave his friends, and pà to leave his current life. He would rather face the basilisk, but he did not dare to imagine the consequences of his being expelled, which would completely ruin him.

But things didn't seem to be so bad, as Ron said, Snape had no evidence.

As long as he has no evidence, let him die. He hated Harry not for a day or two, but to be precise for decades. His hatred began before Harry was born, and it was the hatred that continued from James Potter and Harry's father.

As far as Harry was concerned, as long as he was not expelled, Snape would hate whatever he liked.

One week passed, nothing happened, calm.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking through a hallway, and they saw a group of people around the bulletin board, reading an announcement that had just been ordered.

Dean Thomas and Simon Finnigan looked excited and greeted them to pass.

"They started a duel club." Seamus said excitedly, "Starting tonight, I very much agree that the school organizes some dueling courses, which will be very useful."

"That's great," Ron said, reading the announcement on the bulletin board with interest. "We can also go, George must have forgotten this year, he said he would give us a duel match."

"The plan can't keep up with the changes. There are too many things this year, and everyone is not in the mood." Harry said helplessly.

As soon as school started he was busy training liàn Quidditch, they were too reluctant to lose to Slytherin's broomstick. Later, I encountered the basilisk thing, and then George himself was too busy to meet them.

"We can go and see in the evening." Hermione also thinks this kind of activity is good. Defense against the Dark Arts class can't be counted on. George is also very busy recently, and they can only practice more by themselves.

At eight o'clock in the evening, they happily arrived at the auditorium. The long dining table disappeared, making a huge space. In the middle is a gilded ornate stage, with hundreds of candles floating above it, and the ceiling is dark and gorgeous like velvet.

Almost all the students came, rubbing shoulders, clutching their wands with excitement and eagerness to try.

"I didn't see George, he seems to be really busy." Hermione looked around, and there was no sign of George.

"I don't know who dào will teach us, I hope it's not Lockhart." Ron didn't believe in Lockhart's strength, the novel mumbled.

"Don't be Snape." Harry only hoped that the teacher was not Snape. He didn't want to take another Snape course, so he would rather practice by himself.

"Oh!" Harry groaned and Gidlow Lockhart stepped onto the stage. He was radiant in a fuchsia robe, and what's worse, he was surrounded by the gloomy and terrifying person. Snape wore the usual black clothes, expressionless.

Lockhart waved to silence everyone. Yelled, "Come here, come closer, can you see me? Can you all hear me? That's great, just listen to me."

"Principal Dumbledore allowed me to organize this small duel club, in order to fully train everyone. When facing danger, you can be like me, not only to protect yourself, but also to fight the dark and help others. Specifically These details are in my book."

"I would like to introduce you to my assistant, Professor Snape, whom you know well." Lockhart grinned and smiled. "He told me that he also had some experience with duels. He responded generously. I will help me give you a demonstration before class. Don’t worry, don’t hurt you. After the demonstration, I will return your potions teacher to you intact."

"If they can fight both losers, it would be great." Ron whispered to Harry in a low voice Harry also looked at the two on stage expectantly.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, with an inexplicable look in his eyes. Harry didn't understand why Lockhart was able to relax. If Snape faced him with this expression, he would have run away, and he would be as far away as possible.

Lockhart and Snape faced each other, Lockhart also bowed, like a gentleman, his hands changed fancy movements and looked good. But Snape just tilted his head impatiently, dismissing it. Then, they raised their weapons to their chests.

"As you can see, we held the wand in a regular duel posture. In fact, I know dozens of unconventional methods." Lockhart explained to everyone, "We count to three. We will cast magic at the same time. Of course, we are just demonstrating, and we don’t use powerful spells, although I know a lot.

"That's hard to say." Harry saw that Snape's face was already grinning maliciously.

"One, two, three!" Lockhart and Snape simultaneously raised their wands over their shoulders.

"Except for your weapons."

The crowd hadn't reacted yet, and Snape's wand had already shot a dazzling red light.

Before Lockhart could recite his spell, he was hit. He flew out of the stage, stuck to the wall, and slowly slipped off, curled up to the ground.

Malfoy and the Slytherin students applauded and yelled.

Hermione stood on tiptoe and looked in Lockhart's direction. "He's okay." She covered her mouth with her hand, a little worried. "This is not easy."

"Who knows dào, it's a pity that he failed to give Snape a look." Harry and Ron said disappointedly.

(To be continued.)

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