A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 48 Farce
At eight o'clock in the evening, the school auditorium.

The long dining table disappeared, and in the center of the auditorium was a temporary square gold-plated stage with three wooden steps on the edge.

There are hundreds of candles floating in the air, decorating the center of the auditorium beautifully.

Harry and Ron hurried back to the auditorium. Almost all the students in the school came, crowded together, and they were discussing enthusiastically.The two squeezed forward along the gap between the crowd. Harry accidentally knocked off the toad glasses of a first-year witch, and he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry".

The witch took the glasses, put them back on her forehead, and hummed softly, but Harry couldn't catch them.

The two came to the little wizard area of ​​Gryffindor, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were all there, "Hey! Harry, this way." They breathed a sigh of relief, "There are so many people here."

Neville Longbottom turned his round face in a circle: "Almost all of them have come. It seems that everyone is very curious about duels."

At this time, Hermione came from the other direction to join her, still holding a newspaper in her hand.

"You're late, where have you been?" Harry asked, stretching his neck and looking out of the corridor.

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

"What's the matter?" Ron asked casually. Before she could answer, he suddenly let out a heavy sigh. There were many little wizards who moved in the same way as him. They saw Gilderoy Luo in a gorgeous purple robe. Professor Hart strode into the auditorium.

Next to him was the serious-looking Severus Snape, and the two were simply in perfect contrast—the former was full of enthusiasm, while the latter was deep and solemn; the former was brightly dressed, while the latter was completely black.

Harry let out a groan. Two of his most hated professors were coming to teach him dueling lessons.

Professor Lockhart, who is like a peacock spreading his tail, delivered a speech in a graceful manner. He first used 10 minutes to describe how he "convinced Dumbledore so hard that everyone had the opportunity to learn how to protect themselves", with familiar words interspersed inevitably. Self-promotion and book-buying advice—they're immune to the rhetoric.

In the last 30 seconds, Lockhart rarely introduced his "assistant" Professor Snape.

"Professor Snape himself knows a thing or two about dueling, and he graciously agreed to help me with a little demonstration before class - but don't worry, I'll give you back your potions professor in good condition. ’ He gave a wide grin.

Snape curled his upper lip and pulled out a polite smile, which gave Harry a chill. If Snape had smiled at him like that, he would have run away.

During this time, the school doctor, Madam Pomfrey, stood impatiently at the edge of the venue, carrying a white medicine box, and Professor Felix Hemp quietly appeared in a corner of the auditorium.

He was very interested in this so-called "Duel Course", and there were some thoughts deep in his heart, so he decided to take a look.

If Professor Lockhart screwed up, maybe he could take over...

And based on his understanding of the professor, a car rollover is a high probability event.

It was a test of his subconscious dissatisfaction with the mediocrity and chaos of the wizarding world and Hogwarts, but just to be cautious, he decided to wait and see.

……

The duel class officially started. Within 3 minutes, Felix looked at Professor Lockhart who was knocked away by the "Disarming Curse" with twitching corners of his eyes. He stood up in embarrassment, and a long slit was torn open in his gorgeous purple robe.

The food is still yours, but can you be a little self-aware?

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

"This is the application of the Disarming Curse. I hope that the demonstration I just made will impress you—" He glanced at Snape, "However, don't mind me saying this. Stopping you is nothing to do..."

"But the little wizards need to increase their knowledge, let them see..." Lockhart couldn't continue, and Snape was looking at him with a murderous expression.

Lockhart cleverly shifted the subject to move the lesson to the next level.Without any specific teaching, he pulled out more than a dozen pairs of little wizards and asked them to stand in small grids on the stage.

"Demonstration time is over! Let me see what you have learned, Professor Snape, if you will help me..."

What followed was a bad battle, and Lockhart wanted to get rid of the face-to-face with Snape or the specific magic teaching, so he shifted his tasks to commentary and guidance, but he thought highly of Hogwarts. The spellcasting level and discipline of the young wizards.

In particular, Snape intentionally or unintentionally arranged his own academy to form a team with the cubs, it would be strange if they didn't fight.

Although Lockhart repeatedly emphasized that he could only use the Disarming Charm, the little wizard never learned it at all—if not counting Lockhart's "demonstration" just now.So after the two warring parties blushed and chanted several invalid spells, various little curses popular among the student groups appeared.

From Felix's point of view, the group of Harry and Malfoy is somewhat interesting, but they basically don't have the concept of a duel, and they adopt a turn-based system. Langtella dance", the rest of the time is just watching.

The rest of the little wizards, Neville and Justin, both fell to the ground, out of breath, and if he read correctly, they didn't cast a spell at all from the beginning to the end;
Ron grabbed the ashen-faced Seamus and apologized repeatedly, his wand was still puffing out green smoke;

And the group of my assistants... They lost their wands a long time ago, and they wrestled with each other. The Slytherin girl had the upper hand with a huge size advantage, and her arm clamped Hermione's head, but Hermione also kept With one hand, he grabbed the opposite side's hair...

"My God, my God!" Lockhart screamed, but he had no effect on the situation on the field, and Felix had to make his way through the crowd, a dozen spells from his wand separating the young wizards.

"Professor Haip..." Lockhart was a little flustered and hesitant, but soon his mind was attracted by the tragic situation of the little wizards. "Miss Fawcett . . . squeeze hard and the bleeding will stop in no time, Boot, your nose is broken, and Ernie . . . "

Madam Pomfrey stepped onto the stage and pulled Lockhart away. The outstanding school nurse quickly cast spells and poured various potions into the mouths of the little wizards. "Dumbledore shouldn't have approved it...it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous...totally unqualified..."

Seamus took a sip of the green thing, and his face turned greener, and finally he belched and let out a puff of green gas.

"Let the little wizards engage in dangerous activities, and lose the professor's face..." Pomfrey kept muttering, but she quickly resolved the trouble, and within 5 minutes, the little wizards stood up again.

Lockhart seemed a little overwhelmed, "Well, ah..." He was stunned for a few seconds, "Let us thank Madam Pomfrey for her efforts, she is a powerful assistant for our dueling courses... Of course, there is also Hap professor."

He took a sneak peek at Felix, who was standing on the stage with no intention of going down.

　Two more complete!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)