Hogwarts Lion Girl

"Harry, your performance was amazing! You know, when I met a snowman in the Himalayas, I told it a few jokes about the local residents, and the snowman was so scared that he ran away. Just like that, I saved the entire village." Lockhart spoke passionately, his tone revealing a heroic spirit.

Looking at the slightly crazy professor in front of him, Harry couldn't help but twitch his lips, secretly guessing the truth of the story.

But outwardly, he remained respectful and modest as always.

"Thank you very much for the compliment, Professor. I'm glad I could help you." Harry responded politely, but the slight doubt in his heart was well concealed by his smile.

Lockhart was obviously immersed in his own memories. His voice echoed in the empty classroom, as if he was expecting more listeners.

Harry seemed absent-minded, his thoughts had already flown to the Transfiguration class that was about to begin.

"Professor, the snowman you mentioned..." Harry tried to lead the topic to an end.

Lockhart nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, Harry, that's right! You just took me back to that moment, it was brilliant!"

Harry sighed softly, trying not to be affected by Lockhart's exaggerated description, and lowered his head slightly to hide the confusion in his eyes.

"Well, Professor, that's encouraging to me. But I think I should head to my next class." Harry's voice contained a hint of uncertainty, but also a touch of polite eagerness.

"Is there anything else you want, Professor?" Harry looked directly at Lockhart, trying his best to hide his anxiety.

"The next class is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. You know, she's very strict... I think I'd better not be late, otherwise there will be dire consequences."

Lockhart stopped, his eyes filled with the incitement unique to an orator.

However, he seemed to hesitate for a moment during Harry's confession.

"Oh, indeed, you can't be late for Professor McGonagall's class," Lockhart gestured comfortingly toward the door, "but don't worry, Harry, it won't take you too long. I have a very important plan to tell you about."

Lockhart proposed a new idea - to open a dueling club.

According to him, he wanted to improve the young wizards' self-defense ability in this way, especially when there are tense situations inside and outside the school at this time.

He emphasized that he had extensive experience in dealing with evil things and was willing to pass on these experiences to the young wizards to improve their practical skills. He believed that these skills might save their lives when they might face real enemies in the future.

Harry stared at Lockhart's enthusiastic face, but couldn't help feeling a little resistance in his heart.

He recalled Lockhart's almost conceited performance in class and his disturbing behavior in class on weekdays, and couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Professor, is this voluntary?"

"Of course, completely voluntary." Lockhart replied, with a sly look in his eyes, "But I believe that as an excellent student, you will not refuse such a practical training opportunity. Right, Harry?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes... So, Professor, you kept me here specifically because..."

"I need you to be my chosen contestant in the Duelling Club and show us some basic, but powerful spells." Lockhart stared at Harry with that eager look that was hard to refuse.

"It's my pleasure, Professor, and I'm glad I could help." Harry nodded slightly, his face firm, even though the uneasiness in his heart spread like ripples.

As expected, Professor Lockhart's dueling club plan caused a stir in Hogwarts, and the young wizards showed great interest in this unprecedented proposal.

The news seemed to have wings, flying quickly through the corridors, popping out of every student's mouth, and its momentum was so loud that it even overshadowed any other magical news.

The night of Wednesday was like a rich oil painting, covering the ancient and mysterious castle of Hogwarts.

After dinner, the footsteps of the little wizards echoed in the spacious corridor. They passed through the carved wooden doors and returned to the warm and noisy common room.

It was a short break, and they sat around the fireplace, sharing interesting stories from their magic potion class or exchanging speculations and excitement about the upcoming duel club.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

As the big clock struck eight o'clock, an atmosphere of urgency and excitement quickly spread.

The little wizards began to get up hurriedly, urging each other, not wanting to miss the special event that was about to begin.

The boys adjusted their house ties, and the girls hurriedly straightened their robes in front of the mirror, everyone's eyes gleaming with anticipation and excitement.

They formed small groups in the corridor, discussed, and walked towards the auditorium with a heart full of curiosity about the unknown.

As the door was gently pushed open, a warm atmosphere rushed towards us.

The hall was brightly lit, and the ceiling seemed covered with twinkling stars.

As the rumbling sound gradually faded away, the long dining table that originally filled the entire hall disappeared like a phantom, as if it had never existed.

As everyone looked on in shock, a dazzling stage suddenly appeared along the entire space of a wall.

The stage seemed to be cast under a spell, its surface covered with glittering gold, which attracted people involuntarily.

The chandeliers were removed and replaced by hundreds of candles, which were not attached to any support but floated in the air incredibly like stars in the sky, shrouding the entire stage in a mysterious and warm glow.

The flames flickered, casting dancing shadows, making this new space seem full of life.

In the corridor, Ginny's red hair looked like flames in the dim light of the candles, and Colin was full of enthusiasm and kept talking about the photos he hoped to take.

Salina was somewhat helpless. She knew that this club was a farce and she didn't want to come.

But Ginny and Colin dragged her from the library. In their words, all first-year students knew that Salina's spell level was the best among their peers, and they hoped that when it was their turn to play, Salina could guide them in defensive spells.

The crowd was huddled together, their bodies pressed close to each other, each face filled with pure excitement, and what was shining in their eyes was not only the reflection of the golden light on the stage, but also the endless longing for the magical world in their hearts.

Irresistible enthusiasm spread among the young wizards, and they tried hard to find a place in the crowd so that they could have the best view.

Excited expressions, squeezed shoulders, and the magnetic field touched by the magic wand in hand all create an atmosphere of expectation in this space.

On the faces of many young wizards, one could see excitement almost overflowing.