Chapter 145 Duel Club

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Chapter 145 Duel Club

Harry tried his best to put a puzzled look on his face. Snape was staring at him with wicked eyes. Whether he did it or not, Snape wanted to fire him long ago.

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

"He said it was me." Harry looked panicked, "He will definitely fire me."

The three hurried to the bathroom where the crying Myrtle stayed.

"It's obvious that whether you did it or not, he wanted to fire you long ago." Hermione threw the stolen ingredients into the cauldron, stirring excitedly, "It will be ready in two weeks." She Said happily, "It's finally done, and now we will soon be able to find out who the murderer is from Malfoy."

"Snape has no evidence." Ron encouraged Harry. "He hates you, not to mention the fact that you don't have to care what he thinks, just like he never minds embarrassing you."

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

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

But things don't seem to be that bad, as Ron said, Snape has no evidence.

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

As far as Harry was concerned, as long as he didn't get fired, Snape hated it as much as he wanted.

A week passed without incident and calm.

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

Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan greeted them with excitement on their faces.

"They set up a dueling club." Seamus said excitedly, "Starting this evening, I very much agree that the school will organize some dueling courses, which will be very useful."

"That's pretty good," said Ron, reading the bulletin board with interest. "We can also go. This year, George must have forgotten that he promised to 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 broom. Later, he encountered the basilisk, and after that, George himself was very busy, and he rarely met with them.

"We can go see it at night." Hermione also felt that this kind of activity was good, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class could not be counted on. George was also very busy recently, so they could only practice more by themselves.

At eight o'clock in the evening, they arrived at the auditorium excitedly. The long dining table disappeared, leaving a huge space. In the center is a gilded ornate stage with hundreds of candles floating above, and the ceiling is velvety black and gorgeous.

Almost all of the students came, rubbing shoulders, clutching their wands, excited and eager to try.

"I didn't see George, it looks like he's really busy enough." Hermione looked around, but there was no sign of George.

"I don't know who is here to teach us, I hope it's not Lockhart." Ron didn't quite believe Lockhart's strength, the novel muttered.

"Not Snape." Harry just wished the teacher wasn't Snape, he didn't want another Snape class, and he'd rather practice on his own.

"Oh!" Harry groaned, and Gilderoy Lockhart stepped onto the stage, dressed in fuchsia,

Brilliant, and to make matters worse, he was surrounded by the somber and terrifying man. Snape was wearing his usual black clothes, and his face was expressionless.

Lockhart waved to silence. He shouted, "Come here, come closer, can you see me? Can you hear me? That's great, listen to me."

"Headmaster Dumbledore allowed me to hold this small dueling club, in order to fully train everyone. When facing danger, you can not only protect yourself, but also fight the darkness and help others when facing danger. These details are in my book."

"I would like to introduce my assistant to everyone, Professor Snape, who you know well." Lockhart grinned and smiled, "He told me that he also had some experience with duels. He replied generously. I will help me to give a demonstration to everyone before the class. You can rest assured, don't hurt pà, after the demonstration, I will return your potions teacher to you intact."

"It would be great if they could fight both ways," Ron whispered to Harry.

Harry also looked at the two on the stage expectantly.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, and there was an inexplicable look in his eyes. Harry didn't understand why Lockhart was still so relaxed, if Snape had turned to him with that look, he would have run away, and he would have been as far away from him as possible.

Lockhart and Snape faced each other, and Lockhart bowed like a gentleman, his hands changing fancy movements, and he looked pretty 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 conventional duel position, and I actually know dozens of unconventional tactics." Lockhart explained to everyone, "We count to three, Just cast magic at the same time, of course, we are just demonstrating, we will not use very powerful magic spells, although I know a lot."

"That's impossible to say." Harry saw a malicious smile on Snape's face.

"One, two, three!" Lockhart and Snape raised their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

"Except your weapons."

Before everyone could react, Snape's wand had already shot a dazzling red light.

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

The Malfoy and Slytherin students applauded and shouted.

Hermione stood on tiptoe and looked in Lockhart's direction, "He's all right." She covered her mouth with her hands, a little worried, "It's not light."

"Who knows dào, but unfortunately he didn't give Snape a visit." Harry and Ron said with some disappointment.

(To be continued.)

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