Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 45 The students can't do it
Behind Lockhart, Snape kept pressing his upper lip tightly.

When Harry saw this, he secretly sweated for Lockhart, wondering why the other party could still smile so brightly.

If Snape had looked at him like that in front of him, Harry would have run away in fright.

Many young wizards surrounded the stage, and Lockhart and Snape bowed to each other, the latter holding his head slightly sullen.

Then, they each raised their wands in front of them like swords.

"As you can see, wizard duels need to use our posture to prepare for the battle."

Lockhart told the breathless crowd, "When I count to three, we will start to cast the first spell. Of course, the purpose of our spell is not to kill each other."

"I feel that Snape doesn't think so." Ron swallowed, he didn't dare to look him in the eyes now.

Under his gaze, Lockhart began to count, and they walked out with their backs facing each other.

When the number reached three, Lockhart and Snape turned at the same time, waving their wands over their shoulders.

Snape was the first to shout, "Isbiri Emmas!"

A blinding flash of red light hit Lockhart's wrist with unerring accuracy.

The other party screamed, and the whole person was thrown off the stage quickly, and then hit the wall with his head, smashing the table in the corner to pieces in embarrassment.

Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins immediately cheered.

Hermione couldn't bear to look directly and raised her hand to stroke her forehead, "Ron, Harry, do you think Lockhart is okay?"

"Shouldn't be dead yet." Harry and Ron said in unison, looking at Lockhart with pity.

"Poor Professor Lockhart, he couldn't pick anyone but Snape." Madam Pomfrey shook her head repeatedly when she saw Lockhart's distressed appearance.

Harry on the side suddenly coughed violently and patted his chest hard.

Lockhart tremblingly got up from the broken table and leaned against the wall, his hat rolled somewhere, and his curly hair stood on end.

"Very good, you won." Lockhart put one hand on his waist and wobbled back to the stage.

"Professor Snape just cast the Disarming Charm... oh my God..." Lockhart snorted a few times, "As you can see, I lost my wand, and it was even worse."

A young wizard trotted back to retrieve Lockhart's wand, who smiled dryly, as if crying.

"Thank you, yes, Professor Snape's demonstration was very successful." Lockhart looked at Snape, "But, Professor Snape, I have to mention that I knew exactly what you wanted to do just now."

"I mean, it's easy for me to stop your casting. But I think it's also necessary to show everyone the effect and power of the Disarming Charm."

"Who would believe it?" Neville couldn't help muttering.

Lockhart probably also noticed Snape's murderous expression, and quickly said: "Okay, okay, from now on, all of you have to work in pairs, Professor Snape, would you help me? "

The corners of Snape's mouth were slightly raised, and with a sneer, he nodded slowly.

They jumped off the stage, made their way through the packed crowd, and began the grouping for the wizard duel.

Lockhart separated Neville and Justin together, while Snape came to Harry and Ron first, and then separated the pair mercilessly.

There were a lot of young wizards in the auditorium, and Snape and Lockhart alone were not efficient in grouping.

So under Snape's cold invitation, Hardy also participated.

Soon, the noisy auditorium became quiet, and every little wizard stood face to face in groups of two and two.

Malfoy stood proudly in front of Harry, and beside him, a burly Slytherin witch was staring at Hermione.

"To your dueling partner!" Lockhart jumped onto the stage and shouted, "Now, bow!"

Malfoy and Harry stared at each other, unmoved.

"Get your wands ready!" Lockhart continued. "When I count to three, you will practice disarming spells to knock each other's wands away."

"Remember! Just knock the wand away, we don't want to see any accidents happen to you, one! two!"

When Lockhart counted to "three" again, a complete chaos broke out in the auditorium.

Malfoy and Harry started throwing spells at each other, but none of them disarmed.

Harry felt as if his head had been slapped hard by a saucepan, and Malfoy was holding his painful belly, gasping for breath.

Ron couldn't help himself, and tap danced wildly on two legs, while his opponent was squatting on the ground, spitting slugs.

Hermione and the Slytherin witch were rolling on the ground, their wands had been lost somewhere, and they were pulling each other's hair.

"My God, my God, what did I see?" Madam Pomfrey's hands were shaking as she held the medicine box, "This is the worst class I've ever seen!"

Looking at the chaotic auditorium, she didn't know which little wizard to treat first.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop it!" Lockhart yelled from the stage as Snape began to take control.

In the end, it was Hardy who held the wand, and the ceiling of the auditorium became cloudy.

The lightning bolts flashed and churned continuously, and the rumbling sound made all the little wizards' eardrums tingle, and the movements of their hands stopped.

"Now, please keep a distance of three feet from your opponents! Immediately! Immediately!"

Hardy's voice was quickly amplified by the wand, and his reminder was much more effective than Lockhart's yelling.

When they saw a large area of ​​young wizards with disheveled robes and bruised noses and swollen faces, white smoke seemed to be coming out from the faces of several professors at any time.

"It seems that the Dueling Club is only for one day, and there will be no more in the future." Lockhart muttered, he should not have agreed to Dumbledore to take this job.

"Professor Snape, it seems that Hogwarts students are not used to this kind of practical teaching..." Lockhart smiled on his already injured face, "I suggest that today's lesson ends here."

"I will discuss further with Principal Dumbledore to see if this course is still necessary. You know that no matter how good a teacher is, it is impossible to teach all the students well."

"Students who feel uncomfortable, please go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment as soon as possible. If you have any questions about disarming spells, please consult Professor Snape. Oh, I still have something to do, so I have to leave first."

After dropping a sentence, Lockhart headed straight for Dumbledore's headmaster's office. He had to have a good talk with the other party, and he didn't want to continue this troublesome work.

In the auditorium, the little wizards wailed and groaned, and almost everyone was injured in the chaos just now.

Seeing that the first duel club was about to come to an end in this way, Madam Pomfrey felt regretful, "This club has a good intention, but...it's a pity..."

"Oh my god, Lockhart just escaped like this?" Harry asked in disbelief, covering his head.

"He's the most irresponsible guy I've ever seen!" Hermione waved her hand angrily, "My hair has fallen out a lot!"

Snape looked at the mess in the auditorium, and was about to arrange the students to line up for Madam Pomfrey's inspection, but Hardy suddenly jumped onto the stage.

"Professor Snape, do you mind if I try to continue the Dueling Club?" Hardy smiled and blinked.

Snape sullenly, suddenly showed a meaningful smile, "You can try it..."

(End of this chapter)