Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Aaron stood helplessly on the ring, unconsciously touching the ring on his left hand.

His current combat strength has reached the level of a junior magician, and this ring will seal half of his magic energy, suppressing his power to the level of a senior magician.

But even so, he still felt a bit bullied when dealing with an intermediate magician like Harry.

Aaron looked at Harry opposite and couldn't help shrugging, "Actually, I didn't want to be on stage, but since I'm here, there's no reason to lose.

But don't worry, I will try my best to be merciful. "

"I never thought that my opponent would be you." Harry said nervously, a little far-fetched, "I thought my target was Malfoy's."

When Lockhart heard this, a big smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Harry, I can arrange another match for you and Malfoy later.

Now, all you have to do is concentrate on defeating your opponent. "

"Thank you, Professor."

"Wand in place"

The two gradually distanced themselves from each other, raised their wands over their shoulders, and made an attacking motion.

"Countdown three times, cast a spell to disarm the opponent." Lockhart emphasized, "Just disarm, we don't want accidents.

one two three. "

"Except your weapons."

Aaron and Harry shouted the spell at the same time, and silver lights flew from their respective wands.

Without any suspense, Aaron's spell was more powerful, swallowing Harry's spell in less than a second, knocking the wand out of his hand.

Harry staggered back a few steps before he stabilized his body, but he was relieved in his heart.

It didn't hurt, and he wasn't knocked out of the ring like Lockhart was.

"I won." Aaron put away his wand and walked off the ring freely.

Snape nodded in satisfaction, and there was a smile on his cold face that had never changed for thousands of years.

"Very good." Lockhart applauded, "Their disarming spells are very proficient."

"Malfoy, it's your turn." Snape winked at Draco, signaling him to pursue the victory and give Harry Potter a hard lesson.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment." Lockhart stood up and said, "I personally think that this duel should be pushed back. Mr. Potter needs to rest now."

Draco was a little reluctant, but just as he was about to say something, he was stopped by Aaron's eyes.

"Professor, let me do you a favor. After all, Slytherin will not bully a wounded person."

Harry glared at him fiercely, feeling very dissatisfied in his heart, but thinking of their purpose temporarily suppressed the anger in his chest.

Let me let you be proud for a while, and when you pull out your hair later, you must pull out a few more hairs.

Lockhart walked to the center of the ring, looked at Snape in a panic, and said with a smile: "I think it's better to divide the opponents according to the college.

Gryffindor vs Slytherin, Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw, what do you think? "

"It couldn't be better." Snape sneered, "just to see the dueling abilities of Slytherin and Gryffindor."

Lockhart looked away, dispelled a little anxiety, and then looked down at the crowd, "Please come up voluntarily for a couple, but be careful not to be students from the same academy."

Soon, various colors appeared on the ring.

Only a few groups used the Disarming Curse as Lockhart said. Most of the students were using this ring to test their magical abilities. Of course, some students had special purposes.

Hermione chose Crabbe as her opponent, and after a few rounds of fighting, she washed his head with the Clear Water Curse, pretended to accidentally drop her wand, and managed to pick up a few hairs.

Ron chose Goyle as his opponent, but it might be because he cast the spell too hard, and the green light bounced directly on him, knocking him out of the ring.

Gore walked to the edge of the ring and laughed unabashedly.

Ron returned to the ring angrily. This time he gave up the unreliable wand and threw himself on Goyle, punching and kicking him.

But Goyle was relatively big. Although he was caught off guard at first, he quickly used his body advantage to suppress Ron and clamped his head fiercely.

Harry immediately went up to separate the two, and pulled Goyle's head, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

The three met in a corner of the auditorium, and Hermione proudly took out a few black hairs in her hand, "I got it, Crabbe's hair, how about you?"

"It's done." Harry stuffed some short hair into Ron's hand, "I managed to get it off."

"I declare in advance that if the hair is not sterilized, I will not drink the compound decoction after it is prepared."

"It's good to have it, but you still dislike it." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Malfoy is the only one left."

Harry nodded and turned his gaze to the other side of the ring, where Draco was busy scolding his two followers, looking particularly angry.

He can accept Crabbe's loss. After all, Hermione is a top student and her strength is not weak.

But Goyle made him a little disappointed. A Weasley without a wand could even tie him, which was a disgrace to Slytherin.

In the following duel, someone was under the tickle spell, couldn't stop laughing, and was paralyzed, and someone was under the dancing spell, his legs kept twitching, and he danced in the auditorium.

This is considered to be in a relatively good situation. Some students were hit by a powerful spell and were injured and bled. There were also two students who were hit by each other's petrification spell at the same time and fell straight on the ring.

The scene became more and more chaotic, and Lockhart also began to panic.

But he was obviously incapable of stopping all of this, so he could only say the words of a commentator such as be careful, pay attention, come on, and stand up.

If Professor Snape hadn't used the Stopping Charm in time to undo other spells, it is estimated that many students would have suffered more injuries.

"Professor Lockhart, you really surprised me." Snape sneered, "I remember you and Dumbledore talking about teaching them to stop unfriendly magic, but..."

"But that's exactly why I asked you to be my assistant, Professor Snape." Lockhart said forcefully, "The Stopping Charm is such a simple spell, don't I know it?

But sometimes verbal support is more powerful than spells. What these underage students need is a strong heart, not powerful magic. "

Snape raised his eyebrows, he instinctively felt that Lockhart was talking nonsense, but he couldn't fault it because the words were so beautiful.

"Can we play the last game?

I think Draco Malfoy can't wait any longer. "

"Wonderful." Lockhart smiled, while applauding his own reaction ability warmly from the bottom of his heart, he also signaled Harry and Draco to come on stage.

The two climbed onto both sides of the ring at the same time, and looked at each other while walking towards the center, with a particularly calm look on their faces.

Lockhart sensed the silence, and said with a sneer: "The previous dozens of duels were too complicated, this time you two will use the Disarming Curse to decide the outcome.

Do you understand the Disarming Curse?disarm you. "

Draco smirked, and Harry didn't speak, they both knew that this was no ordinary duel.

"Alright, let's get ready!" Lockhart said as he was about to step off the ring.

"Wait, professor, can you teach me the Stopping Curse?" Harry asked a little nervously.

This was the time he expected Lockhart to be reliable. If he was plotted by Malfoy later, Snape would definitely not rescue him right away, and Lockhart might be terrified.

But after learning this incantation, he can somewhat have a chance to save himself.

"Uh... Well, there will be a chance." Lockhart said vaguely, and walked past Harry without giving him a chance to speak.

"Are you afraid, Potter?"

"Dream!" Harry gritted his teeth.

The two set up an offensive posture, and Lockhart began to count down: "Three...two...one."

"Except you..."

"Phantom attack."

Malfoy moved a little faster, and a pale golden shock wave shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Harry hard.

Harry felt dizzy and staggered around twice before he managed to regain his senses.

He seized the opportunity and immediately shouted: "Grin ho la la!"

A silver light hit Malfoy's stomach, knocking him to the edge of the ring, the pain in his abdomen made him gasp a lot faster.

Seeing this, Harry also hesitated. At this time, should he abide by the regulations and wait for Draco to recover, or should he take advantage of his illness to kill him and pursue the victory.

However, Draco obviously didn't give him a chance to think, he quickly raised his wand and roared: "Oolong came out of the hole."

A black cobra landed on the ring, and crawled forward while swallowing snake letters.

The crowd onlookers screamed and retreated quickly, staying as far away from its attack range as possible.

Harry stared at the snake, motionless, as if frightened.

"Don't touch Potter." Snape walked forward indifferently, "I'll get him away."

"Let me do it, Professor Snape." Lockhart said confidently, drawing his wand before Snape.

He was a little thankful to Draco, summoning such a little snake to allow him to score. Compared with the previous duel, expelling the poisonous snake can obviously make a deeper impression on people.

"Ascension to heaven with wings."

The curse hit the poisonous snake, and it flew seven or eight meters high before falling down.

This seems to have enraged it, showing the fangs in its mouth, standing upright looking for the target of attack.

"Not enough successes, more than failures." Aaron rolled his eyes, he really didn't expect Lockhart to be unable to handle a snake.

Generally, a wizard who has lived for 30 to [-] years can barely reach the level of an intermediate magician even if his talent is poor and his potential is exhausted. However, Lockhart's combat power cannot match his age. It is almost the same as that of a first-year wizard. Freshmen are about the same.

To a certain extent, he can be regarded as a kind of talent for being able to get to where he is today.

Just as the poisonous snake approached Justin of Hufflepuff, Harry moved his steps mysteriously and made an incomprehensible sound.

The poisonous snake stopped attacking immediately, and turned to look at Harry, but his eyes were full of intimacy.

Professor Snape waved his wand, and the snake disappeared in black smoke.

The crisis was resolved, but everyone present was stunned, and looked at Harry with suspicion.

This is the language of snakes. Among the founders of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin happened to know this foreign language. Thinking of the recently rumored chamber of secrets, they didn't think it was a coincidence.