Chapter 129 Duel (Modified)

Sure enough, as Allen expected, although Professor Lockhart turned his wand into many tricks, he lost to Professor Snape's simple sentence "Disarm you"!

Suddenly a dazzling red light flashed, and Lockhart was knocked out of his feet. He flew backwards off the stage and hit the wall, where he seemed stuck for a few seconds before sliding down the wall and curling up on the floor.

Malfoy and a few other Slytherins applauded. And many girls are jumping up and down, covering their mouths and screaming, worried about their idols.

Professor Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat off, his wavy curls standing on end.

"Well, you see!" said he, staggering back onto the stage, "it's a disarming spell—as you can see, I lost my wand—oh, thank you, Brown Miss. Yes, Professor Snape, it's a very good idea to show them the trick."

Professor Lockhart is good at smoothing things out for himself. But Allen felt that Professor Snape's "de-weapon" was clean and magical, not to mention the flashy Professor Lockhart, even his elder brother Albert—a young and capable Auror— —I'm afraid he'll be knocked into the air too.

"However, you don't mind if I say this. Your intention to come here just now is too obvious. If I want to stop you, I don't need to do anything. I think, in order to increase their knowledge, let them see ..."

Snape looked murderous. Lockhart probably noticed too, so he said, "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I'll come among you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, if you'd like to help me... "

"Professor Lockhart, in order to encourage young wizards to practice seriously, we might as well set up some prizes! First, we divide into two groups, we observe their performance during practice, and then choose a young wizard in each college to represent their college. A duel. The winner of the final decision will be rewarded with fifty points for the college he belongs to. Professor Snape, what do you think?"

Professor Flitwick, who had been silent for a long time, came up with a stimulus as soon as he opened his mouth - he wanted to find someone who could add points to his house, so he recruited Head Slytherin, who was deducted a lot of points from the same house.

Professor Snape nodded in agreement with Professor Flitwick's suggestion, and coolly glanced at the audience, as if planning how to group and match.

"Ah! This is a great idea, and I have exactly the intention. When the final winner is determined, I will personally add fifty points to the academy where the winner belongs, and he will also get my autographed book—— "I Can Magically"."

Professor Lockhart really spared no effort to promote his new book.

However, such rewards are indeed very tempting for little wizards. Earn fifty points for your house, an honor that will make you a house hero! And little witches can never have enough autographed books by Professor Lockhart!

The Ravenclaws were cheered up when they heard the words, and the little wizards were going crazy in order to get points. Professor Flitwick has created such a rare opportunity for everyone, and there is absolutely no room for loss.

Even Allen paid attention to this duel. It's really tempting to get fifty extra points at once! He secretly made up his mind that he must get the scores, and he must not let other colleges have the opportunity to widen the score gap.

The three professors walked through the crowd and paired everyone up. Lockhart paired Neville with Justin Finch; Edward was assigned by Professor Flitwick to Flegal of Gryffindor; Professor Snape paired Hermione with Millicent of Slytherin. ?Bost got together...

Allen noticed that Malfoy walked towards Harry arrogantly, with a smug smile on his face. Such a grouping is naturally the masterpiece of Professor Snape.

Alan has no opponent yet, and the little wizards in the same grade are all too aware of Alan's strength.

No one wants to be his opponent. In the end, Professor Flitwick appointed George Weasley of Gryffindor as his duel partner.

"I protest, I don't want to compete with my younger brother!" George was very reluctant, making all kinds of grimaces.

"Could it be that you are afraid of losing to Allen?" Penello said coolly aside, seeing that George looked down on Allen, she looked very unhappy.

Penelope happened to be assigned to Percy Weasley of Gryffindor. At first, she admired Percy's excellence, but at this moment, seeing the two brothers with the same red hair and freckles on their cheeks , Penelope became angry, and decided to make Percy look good, and taste the power of Ravenclaw!

"Face your partners!" cried Lockhart, returning to the stage. "Bow!"

George had no choice but to go through the ritual quickly with Alan.

"Wands up and ready!" cried Lockhart. "When I count to three, I'll cast a spell and disarm - just disarm - we don't want accidents. One—two— three--"

George jerked his wand over his shoulder, ready to deal with Alan quickly. However, in the next second, he flew out and hit the wall.

He got up from the ground in embarrassment, and retrieved his wand. George, who always had a playful smile, was full of anger.

"You must have attacked early!" George was angrily, he absolutely did not believe that he would be defeated by Allen, who was only in the second grade.

"I haven't. But if you really don't believe it, we might as well do it again." Allen was calm and willing to speak with strength.

George agreed without hesitation. Allen asked Professor Flitwick, who had been paying attention here, to be the referee, in case George could not accept the result and refused to admit defeat.

Standing up again, George didn't bow again, but stared at Alan fiercely. Allen completed the ceremony politely.

"one two three--"

As soon as Professor Flitwick finished speaking, a red light hit George, who was knocked out again and hit the wall. His posture and position are exactly the same as before.

He picked up his wand in embarrassment, and walked back, "Although I don't want to, I have to admit, Alan, you are indeed better than me!" George showed a bitter smile.

Not all duels are so quick and peaceful; not all little wizards are as willing to gamble and lose as George;

"I said, just disarm!" Lockhart yelled in horror at the heads of the fighting crowd from above.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape shuttled through the crowd, constantly dispelling the spells for the little wizards who were under other spells.

A puff of green smoke filled the entire venue. Everyone's eyes were red, and the spells flew around.

Both Edward's and Flaig's wands fell to the ground, and the two got entangled, punching each other, and they were having a great time.

Penelope's wand swung quickly, and spells flew towards Percy one after another. He was so embarrassed to avoid it that he was almost powerless to fight back.