I'm a priest at Hogwarts

At eight o'clock in the evening, Orlando and Hermione arrived at the auditorium on time. Harry and Ron had gone somewhere, and Orlando didn't care. After all, there were no two light bulbs around, so they talked more comfortably.

The long dining table disappeared, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, lit by hundreds of candles floating overhead.The ceiling was once again as black as velvet, and almost all the students from the school came, crowded together, each holding his own wand, and his face was full of excitement.

"Orlando, are we still going in?"

"What a mistake. I didn't expect the fighting party to be so popular." Orlando frowned. He has trypophobia, especially in crowded places.

"How about we just watch it here?" Hermione said considerately.

"Wait, I have an idea." Orlando pulled out his wand and waved at the corner, and two chairs flew over. Then he cast a transformation spell, and the chairs began to lengthen and become taller, and finally connected together to form a ladder with a ladder. Grandstand.

"Come on, let's go up and watch." Orlando held her arm considerately, and the two of them boarded the temporary stand.

"I don't know who will teach us? I guess it might be Flitwick. Someone told me that Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young. Maybe he will teach us." Hermione was very excited. She looked away, all her thoughts on Orlando.

"Haha, you guessed wrong. If nothing unexpected happens..."

Before he finished speaking, Gilderoy Lockhart walked onto the stage, resplendent in a purple robe. Behind him was a displeased-looking Snape, who was wearing his black clothes as always.

"Oh, my God, it's them." Hermione followed Orlando's gaze.

Lockhart waved everyone to be quiet, and then shouted loudly: "Come around, come around, can everyone see me? Oh, and the little guy on the high platform, how did you do it? I have to say you too talented."

All the students turned to look at Orlando and Hermione, and then burst into laughter. Hermione shyly lowered her head and hid her face behind Orlando. Orlando was not as timid as her, and nodded with a smile.

"Can you all hear me? Great! That's right. Professor Dumbledore allows me to open this little dueling club to fully train everyone in case you need to defend yourself one day, using the methods I have used countless times. Protect yourself – see my published work for more details on this.”

After learning what he was doing, she began to watch his performance intently. Hermione finally recovered from her shyness. She whispered, "If I had known it was him, we wouldn't have come."

"Aren't you Lockhart's little fangirl?" Orlando asked in surprise.

"Who is his little crush?" Hermione hurriedly explained, "I just think the books he wrote are better and more informative."

"Oh, I get it."

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Lockhart said, grinning broadly. "He told me that he himself knew a thing or two about dueling, and he generously Agree to help me with a small demonstration before class. I said, I don't want to worry you little guys - after I finish the demonstration with him, I will return your potions teacher to you intact. ,do not be afraid."

"I guess Lockhart is in trouble, what do you think?" Orlando watched his performance with amusement.

"Look, it's Ron and Harry." Hermione pointed to the crowd in the front row.

At this time, Ron and Harry were whispering to each other, talking about something.

"Shall we come closer?" Orlando asked.

"Do you want to go down?"

"No, look at mine."

Orlando put away his wand and used the power of his soul to wrap around the two of them and the high platform under their feet, slowly floating forward and moving to the end of the crowd.

The students were all watching Lockhart's performance intently. No one noticed them. Lockhart and Snape, the only ones who could see them, were a little surprised, but they didn't say anything. They didn't care about this student Orlando. The magic is not surprising.

When Lockhart finished speaking, Snape's upper lip curled up and he seemed to smile contemptuously. His eyes at Lockhart became sharper.

"Now it's fun, there's something good to watch." Orlando, who noticed this detail, whispered.

"What's the show?" Hermione asked puzzledly.

"You'll find out later." Orlando let it slip.

Lockhart's lengthy prologue finally came to an end and the duel began. He and Snape turned to face each other and bowed.

At least Lockhart was bowing, Orlando noticed, and he was doing a lot of tricks with his hands, while Snape just shook his head impatiently.

They then held their respective wands like arrows to their chests.

At this time, Lockhart did not forget to give instructions to the students: "As you can see, we hold the wand in a normal dueling posture," Lockhart said to the silent crowd, "On the count of three, we will cast A magic spell. Of course, neither of us would take the other's life."

Hermione whispered as she watched Snape show his teeth. "One—two—three—" They both jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

Snape shouted: "Expelliarmus!" His wand suddenly flashed a dazzling red light, Lockhart was hit unsteadily, and then a second curse was issued, and his whole body was hit He flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall, then slid off and curled up on the floor.

There was silence, followed by thunderous applause, with Malfoy and several other Slytherin students applauding the loudest.

Hermione covered her mouth and said in horror: "Is he going to be okay?"

"Don't worry, Snape won't do anything harsh. Lockhart should be fine." Orlando still had this kind of discernment, and he comforted in a low voice.

As he spoke, Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat falling off and his wavy curls standing on end.

Even so, he still insisted on returning to the stage.

"Okay, everyone saw it!" He was a little unsteady and his legs and feet were weak. Even so, he said loudly, "This is a disarming spell - as you can see, I lost my wand. ——Ah, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, Professor Snape, it’s a great idea to show you this move. However, don’t mind me saying this. Your intention to do this was obvious just now. . If I want to stop you, there is no need to try hard. I think that in order to increase their knowledge, I might as well let them see..."

"Haha, you are so eloquent." Orlando couldn't help but admire Lockhart's quick reaction and his ability to confuse right and wrong with his eloquence.

"Silver pewter tip, bah." Hermione spat quietly.

Snape, who was aroused by Lockhart's shameless words, looked at him with a murderous look on his face.

Lockhart probably noticed it, and he didn't dare to continue to show off his words, and hurriedly changed his words and said, "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I will come among you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, if Are you willing to help me..."