Chapter 128 Duel Club

As time goes by, according to common sense, all negative news will be washed away by the flow of time.

But in Hogwarts, this did not happen.

As time progresses day by day, everyone is afraid of the next attack. After all, no one can be sure whether he will be petrified or killed next time.

Indeed, the atmosphere at Hogwarts is very depressing, and students all need some new courage to fill the unknown gaps in their hearts.

"The Fighting Club is about to start!" Zivanos said. "The first meeting tonight! I don't mind the fighting classes, they can always..."

"What? Do you think those Slytherin monsters can fight?" Ron also looked at the notice with interest.

"It will come in handy," he said to Harry and Hermione during the meal. "Shall we go too?"

"What are you talking about?" Fan Lin came in from the outside holding a book. Since Hermione needed to brew potions, many club activities and Hermione's work needed to be completed by Fan Lin.

Maybe this is the price of bundling. In any case, these tasks should be completed by Fanlin, as if this has become a default setting.

"Fighting Club!" Harry was a little excited.

"At eight o'clock tonight, the fighting club will start, in the auditorium."

"Let us fight each other?" Fan Lin looked at Harry doubtfully. This was not on the course schedule.

"To be precise, it's to train us in fighting skills."

"How about it? It's very exciting, you know, there has never been a class like this before." Ron said with some excitement. It seemed that he had completely forgotten the fact that his wand was broken.

"It's really good!" Fan Lin didn't attack Ron. In fact, this fighting club dispelled everyone's fear to a certain extent.

"How about we end the activities early at eight o'clock tonight and then come here!"

Fan Lin turned his solicitous eyes to Hermione, and only Hermione seemed to be pressed for time because she was studying the potion.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all agreed, so they rushed back to the Great Hall at eight o'clock that evening.

The long dining table disappeared, replaced by a glittering stage against the wall, lit with thousands of candles, and the ceiling was dark purple. It seemed that the entire training class was wrapped underneath, and their faces were all full. Excited, with a magic wand.

"I want to know who taught us?" Fan Lin looked at the crowded crowd. They were all students.

"Fan Lin, this way!" Neville waved to them in the crowd and motioned for them to come over. He had already reserved a seat for them. I really don't know how Neville did it.

As they approached the chattering crowd, Hermione said, "Someone told me that Professor Flitt was a fighting champion when he was young. Maybe it was him."

"It's like..." Harry suddenly cried out in pain as he saw Professor Gilderoy Lockhart walking onto the stage, wearing his best robes, and next to him Snape, wearing his usual black robes.

Rockhart waved the crowd down and shouted, "Gather it together, gather it together! Can every one of you see me? Can you all hear me? Great!"

He walked to the center of the stage, still holding his wand in his hand. He raised his arm and lifted his cloak, revealing a vest-type fighting suit underneath.

"Now, Professor Dumbledore has agreed to my opening a fighting club to train you in case you need to defend yourself, just like me countless times - you can see the details in my books."

After speaking, he showed his famous charming smile, with eight white teeth that could be clearly seen no matter which angle he looked at.

Fanlin admired this very much. He even considered whether to lower his head or simply turn his back when talking to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart in the future.

Well, he just had an unusual headache over Gilderoy Lockhart's behavior.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape,"

Gilderoy Lockhart said, smiling widely, "He told me he knew a lot about fighting himself, and promised to provide some temporary help before we started. Now, I don't want you young people to worry— -You will still have your Potion Master when I penetrate him - don't be afraid!"

"I bet Professor Snape only needs one spell to penetrate Professor Gilderoy Lockhart..."

Fan Lin said swornly that Professor Snape usually gave him private tutoring. As for Professor Snape's strength, Fan Lin only knew that he could easily defeat him. Even if he tried his best, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long. .

As for Gilderoy Lockhart.

Oh my god, forget it.

Fan Lin didn't have much hope for a wizard who could be embarrassed by an elf and have his wand taken away.

In fact, Fanlin helped Gilderoy Lockhart regain his wand.

"Wouldn't it be better if they killed each other?" Ron muttered to Harry.

"In fact, I agree with what Fanlin said. This is impossible." Harry touched his nose, although he also wanted Snape and Gilderoy to die together.

Snape's upper lip was pursed. Fanlin wanted to know why Lockhart could still smile; if Snape had looked at him like that, he would have been too scared to do anything.

Gilderoy Lockhart and Snape bowed to each other. Then Snape raised his head with a gloomy face and looked at the man who was going to fight him.

Then they held their wands in front of them like swords.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in this fighting posture," Gilderoy Lockhart told the silent crowd. "When we count to 'three', we will start the first spell, of course our purpose is not to kill each other."

But Vanlin and Harry didn't think so. He saw the danger signal in Snape's eyes.

Vanlin wanted to dissuade Gilderoy Lockhart from such stupid behavior. He was not sure whether his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be alive to teach them tomorrow.

Harry and Ron were very happy to see Gilderoy injured, so that Harry would not be laughed at by Slytherin like a clown in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow.

Hermione was silent on the side. She had completely despaired of Gilderoy. She was very happy that Gilderoy was exposed now.

"Three,"

"Two,"

"I think the next scene will be very happy!" Harry said, looking at the two people on the stage excitedly.

"One,"

With Gilderoy Lockhart's order, the front ends of the two wands lit up at the same time. (To be continued)