The Little Superman of Hogwarts

The end of Halloween was filled with tragedy, with Seamus turning into a stone statue.

But even more tragic was Malfoy. After he said the word "Mudblood," Klee threw a pre-prepared stone at Malfoy's face…

Of course, Klee couldn't kill Malfoy. Malfoy was just being a jerk, not deserving of death. The stone hit Malfoy's left cheek perfectly.

In the end, Malfoy lost a tooth, and half of his face was almost disfigured. If this were the Muggle world, he would have had a two-toned face for the rest of his life. But this is the magical world, so this injury is just a bit of suffering.

The stone came too suddenly, and no one saw who did it. By the time the panicked crowd calmed down, Klee had already slipped away.

Ginny and Hermione both felt it was so exciting, especially when they ran away after throwing the stone. When they got to a deserted place, the three of them laughed. Ginny, in particular, was completely relieved from the tense atmosphere of the night.

After Professor McGonagall arrived, she first sent Seamus and Malfoy to the school hospital. Malfoy was howling the whole time. The face is one of the most sensitive areas for nerves, so facial injuries are very painful, and losing a tooth made it even worse.

The events of Halloween quickly spread throughout the entire magical world—not just the students of Hogwarts, but also the parents outside the school became anxious. Malfoy's father, Old Malfoy, rushed to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

Although Klee didn't see Old Malfoy in person, he heard that he had argued with Dumbledore, and finally left the school in a huff.

The next morning, Harry begged Klee to cast a spell on Seamus as well, and Klee readily agreed.

"【Cure Poison Spell】!" Klee cast the spell on Seamus.

It worked immediately. Seamus was relieved, and he recovered from the strange "sniper rifle" pose.

"Seamus, listen to me, you have ten minutes to learn this spell. Repeat after me!…" Klee seized the time to teach Seamus the Cure Poison Spell so that he could undo the spell.

But not everyone has a brain like Hermione—ten minutes later, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Dean were disappointed. They watched as Seamus turned into a stone again.

"Harry, you see, Seamus can't learn the 【Cure Poison Spell】 in ten minutes. The Cure Poison Spell is just a temporary spell. Only by establishing internal and external dual circulation can he maintain the same stability as Hermione." Klee shrugged: "But not everyone can learn this spell in ten minutes."

"Can you try again?" Harry pleaded.

"I'm afraid not. The same spell will cause the person to develop resistance. If I cast too many Cure Poison Spells, it will eventually lead to him never waking up again, so I can't let him keep going on like this."

Harry and the others were all very frustrated. They thought it would be another great performance, but the ending was a loss of personnel and the basilisk escaped.

A few days later, the monthly magic value test began again, but this time no one discussed the magic value anymore. Everyone was constantly paying attention to the Chamber of Secrets.

Just when Hogwarts was in chaos, Lockhart, the fraud, suddenly jumped out and wanted to start a dueling club—the purpose was to teach students how to escape from monsters.

Announcements were posted in the center of the conspicuous bulletin board.

"Why would Lockhart do this?" Hermione was very strange. In her feeling, Lockhart was of course a big fraud. Isn't doing this just asking for his own death?

"If I'm not mistaken, he probably thinks that the basilisk can't actually kill people, it just petrifies the students…" Klee explained.

"Then Lockhart is going to be in big trouble." Ginny interjected. She was the one who truly experienced the horror of the basilisk.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Klee, Hermione, and Ginny arrived at the Great Hall.

The long dining tables had disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating in the air. The ceiling once again became as velvety black as before, and almost all the students in the school came, densely packed like little pigs. Almost everyone was holding their wands, their faces full of excitement.

Gilderoy Lockhart walked onto the stage, wearing a purplish-red robe, exuding an air of “superiority.”

The person next to him was none other than Professor Flitwick, still wearing his usual black dress robes. Lockhart waved his hand to call everyone to be quiet, then shouted loudly: "Come closer, come closer! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!"

"It's like this, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club to fully train everyone in case you need to defend yourselves one day, using the methods I have used countless times to protect myself—for more details, please see my published works."

"Let me introduce my dueling assistant—Professor Flitwick!" Lockhart said, grinning.

Klee almost wanted to laugh out loud…

Because the dueling club was held a few months earlier than in the original work, Lockhart may not have received a key piece of information…

Hermione also came back to her senses, stunned, and said: "I heard that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion in his youth?! Is this true?"

"Of course! So I feel very sorry for Mr. Lockhart. Hehe…" Klee couldn't help but laugh.

Ginny was also stunned. She suddenly understood Hermione's meaning. A dueling champion, although Professor Flitwick's magic value is not high, even if Yao Ming has retired for many years, and is even very old, but for an ordinary person, wanting to defeat Yao Ming in basketball is simply a joke…

Klee thought of a ridiculous news story: Tyson was provoked by a drunk on a plane, and in the end—Tyson knocked out his opponent with two punches. Klee really wanted to ask, who gave you the courage to challenge Tyson, Liang Jingru?

Lockhart briefly described the rules of the duel. Then the short Professor Flitwick and Lockhart stood facing each other, raised their wands in front of their chests, and bowed to each other.

Lockhart played a cool wand flourish, and Professor Flitwick's face showed a long-lost excitement—as if he had returned to his youth.

"As you can see, we hold the wand in the usual dueling stance," Lockhart said to the quiet crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast the first spell. Of course, none of us will take the other's life."

"One—two—three—" Lockhart shouted.

The two simultaneously raised their wands sharply over their shoulders.

Flitwick shouted: "Expelliarmus!"

With the beginning of the spell, a dazzling red light flashed from the end of Professor Flitwick's wand, and Lockhart was knocked off balance. He flew backward off the stage, crashed into the wall, and then slid down, curling up on the floor.

Klee really wanted to say: You look like a dog!