Hogwarts Lion Girl

A group of young wizards were discussing and speculating about who would be the one to teach them. They thought that this great man might be able to teach them something practical.

Ron guessed that it was Headmaster Dumbledore, but Hermione countered that Dumbledore had not been involved in teaching activities for a long time, and pointed out that if it was him, there would be no need to keep it a secret. Hermione then suggested that Professor Flitwick might be a suitable candidate, as she heard that the professor had been a duelling champion in his youth.

"Well...actually..." Harry didn't finish his sentence and turned it into a moan.

Gilderoy Lockhart walked onto the stage, looking resplendent in his purple robe.

The robe was embroidered with intricate silver patterns, which shimmered brightly in the candlelight as he walked confidently.

His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention, and there were voices of admiration one after another.

Professor Lockhart's face looked particularly radiant against this outfit. He seemed to have cast some kind of beautifying spell on himself, making his skin look particularly rosy and shiny.

His smile was comforting and kind, but behind his bright eyes there was a barely perceptible hint of pride.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Professor Lockhart's voice had a unique appeal, "Tonight, we will discuss the history of dueling and some basic magical combat techniques." His words revealed a deep understanding and pride in his subject.

Careful students noticed that as Professor Lockhart stepped onto the stage, tiny beams of light shot out from the statues around the walls, blending with the stars on the ceiling, adding a dreamy atmosphere to this magical space that appeared overnight.

And Professor Lockhart, like a magician standing under the starlight, is about to unveil the ancient and mysterious duel.

"Yes, it's him!" Harry's tone was helpless. He put his palm to his forehead, a little afraid.

Professor Lockhart's confident and flamboyant nature was once again on full display.

Just when the magnificent robes weren't enough to attract all eyes, he also invited "special guests" to add a touch of mystery to this already magical night.

The auditorium was filled with liveliness and brilliance, but in an instant it was as if it was doused with cold water. All sounds came to an abrupt halt, as if even the air had frozen.

The originally flickering shadow seemed to become even calmer, and every ray of light was cautious, not daring to touch the black figure.

Professor Snape slowly stepped into the circle of light. His usual indifference and displeasure shone through his deep black eyes, making it seem as if they could lower the temperature of the surrounding area by a few degrees.

The black clothes he usually wore seemed even more eye-catching this time, like a bottomless darkness that made people feel depressed involuntarily.

He walked around Lockhart, his sharp eyes like a hawk slowly scanning everyone. Every student who was touched by his gaze couldn't help but shudder.

Snape's presence seemed to instantly drain away all the warmth and enthusiasm in the hall, leaving only silence and depression.

At this moment, even Professor Lockhart's smile, which could make people feel friendly, stiffened a little.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but under Snape's indifferent gaze, he seemed a little overwhelmed.

There was an indescribable tension in the air, as if a taut string could break at any time.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound for fear of disrupting this tense and fragile balance.

Under the suppression of Snape's aura, the entire auditorium seemed to have turned into another world.

The space that once shone with brilliance and passion now only had heaviness and silence, waiting for what would happen next.

On the day of the first meeting of Lockhart and Snape's Dueling Club, young wizards flocked to the club, their eyes sparkling with curiosity about the unknown and desire for skills.

Many of them dream of learning how to cast spells with such precision that they can protect themselves from real danger and perhaps even show off a little to their friends.

However, as events unfolded, this expectation quickly turned into disappointment.

Lockhart, the self-proclaimed and highly experienced professor of defense against the dark arts, who was always talking nonsense, actually lacked practical ability, which was soon and ruthlessly exposed by Snape.

Lockhart's confidence and bragging seemed particularly ridiculous in the face of Snape's calm and precise spells.

With just a wave of his wand, Snape easily broke all of Lockhart's defenses and made him look ridiculous in front of all the teachers and students.

The reactions of the young wizards were mixed.

Some of the young wizards couldn't help laughing at Lockhart's embarrassing behavior, enjoying the unintentional comedy, while others felt disappointed and angry.

They originally came here to learn real magic and how to protect themselves, not to watch such a ridiculous show.

Such displays not only failed to increase their skills, but instead wasted their time and stripped away the mystery and glory that the Duel Club should have.

Lockhart's presence was meant for laughs, but it was more of a waste of such a great opportunity.

While Snape's abilities were unquestionable and the opportunity to learn from him was undoubtedly invaluable, Lockhart's performance had turned the entire club into a joke, turning what should have been an educational and challenging environment into a farce.

The air in the entire auditorium seemed to freeze, and the audience held their breath, staring at this unusual duel.

Professor Snape's eyes were stern and his black robe fluttered in the wind, adding a sense of mystery and danger to the atmosphere.

Lockhart, despite his fancy attire, looked uncomfortable under Snape's calm gaze.

His hands were shaking as he held the wand, and he seemed to have lost his usual confidence and exaggeration at this critical moment.

"Three! Two! One!" Lockhart's voice stopped abruptly at the last number.

He swung his wand almost instinctively, but his movements were clearly not precise or decisive enough.

At the same time, Snape just waved his wand lightly, without any fancy movements, but at that moment, a strong red light streaked across the space like a meteor and hit the target directly.

The light was so dazzling that everyone present couldn't help but squint their eyes.

Lockhart was hit by the sudden force and lost his balance. His expression changed from horror to disbelief.

With a dull thud, he was thrown out of the stage like a rag doll, hitting the wall behind him heavily, then slid awkwardly to the ground, curling up in pain and embarrassment.

Salina couldn't help but gasp, the fall was quite severe.

There was silence in the auditorium, and everyone was shocked by this sudden ending.

Professor Snape simply retracted his wand and looked at the fallen Lockhart expressionlessly. There was no emotion in his eyes, as if the wonderful performance just now was just a small part of his daily teaching.

This scene not only demonstrated Snape's unfathomable magical power, but also made everyone realize once again the seriousness and danger of magical duels.