This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Professor Lockhart provided an excellent opening statement - which, fact aside, Andrew thought was excellent.

'Professor Lockhart is indeed an excellent professor, and his skills in the art of writing cannot be denigrated...'

Andrew even wanted to take out his notebook and write it down - but unfortunately he couldn't, because there was a little secret circulating in the Ravenclaw lounge.

That is, Professor Flitwick particularly dislikes Professor Lockhart. You could even add a special one.

‘But it’s okay, Professor, I will cheer you on silently. ’

While Andrew was trying to write it down, Professor Lockhart also finished his wonderful opening remarks, even introducing Professor Snape.

"...I will also return your Potions Master intact to you, don't be afraid!"

After speaking in such kind and revealing words, Professor Lockhart began to distance himself from Professor Snape - Andrew promised that he saw murderous intent in Professor Snape's eyes.

The two wizards faced each other and began to salute - in terms of etiquette, Lockhart was undoubtedly a qualified duelist, and Professor Snape...

'Stiff, rude, and even a little arrogant, Snape taught him...'

Just as Andrew was carefully observing the more formal duel process and evaluating Professor Snape's behavior, he heard Professor Lockhart's countdown.

"one two three!"

A dazzling red light flashed, and Andrew even subconsciously moved a position, and then realized that he had made a mistake in judgment.

"Expelliarmus!"

The spell and magic arrived almost simultaneously, frighteningly fast.

Andrew has no doubt that the owner of such a spellcasting method can cast spells silently, and when he chants the spell loudly, he intends to use the maximum power of the spell to suppress the opponent.

There is no doubt that he succeeded.

Professor Lockhart was knocked off the stage and even hit the wall. He slid to the ground with a low groan, and then curled up in pain.

But what surprised Andrew was that Professor Lockhart stood up in almost a few seconds - even though he looked embarrassed, his hat fell to the ground, and his hair stood up one by one, even the most precious thing to the wizard The wand also fell directly into the hands of Professor Snape.

Andrew ignored the cheers and applause that broke out from the Slytherins and began to analyze quickly.

‘One spell, instant kill. Professor Lockhart has completely lost his ability to fight - but this magic resistance... is the damage of the spell too small? still…'

While Andrew was thinking, Professor Lockhart staggered towards the center of the auditorium and stood under the gaze of everyone again.

"Okay, did everyone see it?"

To Andrew's expectation, Professor Lockhart actually began to speak with great enthusiasm, as if the person who had just been beaten was not him.

‘You’ve learned it again, how can you still be so quibbling? ’

Professor Lockhart quickly demonstrated for Andrew how to make people ignore and divert attention when he made a mistake, even making Professor Snape look ashen as if he was not the one who had just won the duel.

‘This kind of ability to control the situation, this skill of changing the topic, Professor Lockhart, if you don’t like it, who will? ’

In Andrew's admiration, the students in front have been divided into groups to practice - after all, the space and manpower are limited, and the professors cannot take care of them.

But something unexpected happened...

Even before Andrew could take his turn, something extremely bad happened in the duel ahead.

Slytherin lost six games in a row.

Yes, six to zero.

There was no way, Professor Lockhart was too strong, causing Gryffindor students to squeeze in front, waiting to see Professor Snape's joke - being defeated by Lockhart in public, this kind of plot Gryffindor I really like it.

But it's of no use.

It was no use even if the whole school supported Professor Lockhart, Professor Snape easily won - so a bunch of Slytherins crowded in front.

This leads to one thing.

The previous duels were between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Originally, everyone was the training team of our college, and they let each other go to ensure that they would not be embarrassed in front of everyone. However, Professor Snape came with a victory attitude and suddenly created the college battle group.

Seven consecutive Academy Cup wins!

The dean has just returned from the duel of honor!

But it's useless. Gryffindor has been pulling people together to train magic for dueling since Harry entered the school last year, while Slytherin has had some fights, but there has been very little training.

What's the use of practicing that thing!

The Academy Cup is king, doesn’t it look good with seven trophies?

Slytherin's score is high, aren't you convinced?

Even worse, Professor Snape can help...

But it's useless, the duel doesn't open up the aura, there is little training, and the combat is poor. If you can't beat it, you just can't beat it.

Obviously, the result of such a game is comparable to real harm to Professor Snape.

He hesitated for a moment and directly named the group he thought was the safest.

Malfoy versus Harry.

'The two dark wizards of the Malfoy family taught me, not to mention that I usually turn on some small stoves, so Draco will always be fine, right? ’

To be on the safe side, he walked quickly to Malfoy's ear and whispered a quick curse... It might even be a bit heavy on dark magic for students, but in order to combat Potter and the pollutant over there...

But Malfoy is obviously not as confident as his own dean.

He wanted to point his wand at himself and ask the professor - "What, I beat Potter?"

It was tradition that students' fights would not be reported to the professor, so he really couldn't tell the professor how perverted Potter was in the fight.

He beat all the third-year students! That vulgar Potter!

'I can only hope that what the professor just taught me will work. '

Malfoy mustered up his courage. With the help of the professor, he might be able to avenge his previous shame...

But Potter didn't even prepare anything, he just nodded and smiled at the scum of the Black family.

The preparation time passed quickly.

He stood opposite Potter, holding the wand tightly, and the fear in his heart disappeared.

'With this spell, then it will definitely happen. '

He nodded and began to prepare the spell under the command of Professor Lockhart.

"One, two, three!"

"Get out of the hole!"

"Disarm you!"

A flash of red light appeared, and the snake in his wand just exploded, and the wand was easily taken away - but it was useless, once the snake started to attack...

Although there was a chance of damaging the wand, but...

Then he found that the second spell was coming - the snake summoned by the evil spell was directly provoked and flew towards the crowd.

Then, the third spell came, and he was fixed on the field.

Seven to zero, it was over.