Chapter 68 Snape and Harry (Please Read On)

Chapter 68 Snape and Harry (please read~)

They walked to the left and right ends of the stage.

"Wizard duels require necessary etiquette." Lockhart showed his teeth and smiled brightly. "First of all, we must show respect to our opponents."

He turned his head, looked at Snape, and bowed politely.

Snape reluctantly nodded his head.

"I really hope that when I meet the basilisk, it can be so polite." A senior Gryffindor wizard said dissatisfiedly, "It's really weird that you have to bow before fighting."

The Slytherins made no objection this time, and nodded in agreement.

A fight is a fight.

Winning is all that matters.

If you can win by sneak attack, then you must attack by sneak attack!

On the stage, the two wizards raised their wands in front of their chests. Lockhart turned his head and continued to introduce the young wizards: "Usually after we salute, we will assume a dueling posture, like this -"

He flicked his wand, and the slender stick whirled at his fingertips.

Snape was impatient and ready to point the wand directly at him.

"The degree of manipulation of the wand is also the key to reflecting the level of a duelist." He looked proudly, looking at the increasingly gloomy face opposite him, and then restrained himself slightly, "On the count of three, we will cast the first shot. Curse, of course, neither of us will harm each other."

"one two three--"

he shouted in a drawn-out tone.

The moment the "Rui" sound fell, the two of them raised their wands high at the same time.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red light shot out, coming from Snape.

"Armor protection!"

White light shone at the tip of Lockhart's wand, and an invisible barrier protected his body. The disarming curse hit hard, deflected with a clang, and hit the candlestick nearby.

There was a hint of surprise on the faces of Harry, Snape, and even the other professors.

Lockhart was also very proud, but he didn't even have time to laugh.

"Expelliarmus!"

The second disarming curse was fired. The iron armor curse cast by his barren magic power could not block the second one. The brutal impact made him fall back and sit down heavily. The wand in his hand flew high and fell. In Snape's hands.

Ron gloated: "I knew he would be very embarrassed."

Harry shook his head: "It's unimaginable that he can cast the Iron Armor Curse."

The Iron Armor Curse is a profound magic.

Given the quality of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes at Hogwarts over the past few decades, it is truly a rare thing for Lockhart to be able to perform it.

Lockhart looked a little confused. He didn't expect that he could only hold on for one wave.

After a while, he climbed up while holding on to the stage. His robe was scattered, several buttons were unbuttoned, and his hat fell to the ground. He picked it up, patted the dust, put it back on his head, and said dryly: "Okay! Everyone has seen it.”

"This is a demonstration for you by Professor Snape and I."

"A disarming spell. This is the best spell to use in a duel to make the opponent lose his wand."

"But you have also noticed that the spell I just used, the one that resisted the disarming curse, was the Iron Armor Curse. Yes, it is this extremely advanced spell. Even some Aurors cannot use it. Only people like me can do it. Such a magic spell can only be unleashed by an excellent wizard."

"It can resist almost all curses except the Unforgivable Curse."

"The most important thing about a duel is not only offense and defense, but also...well...and the concept of fighting!"

"Professor Snape made a good choice. When he saw that I was adopting a defensive strategy, he attacked continuously. Of course, I was offended and couldn't really start a fight. I just wanted to let you guys have a rough idea of ​​what a duel is like. ”

Snape scoffed and threw his wand.

Lockhart leaned forward and caught it hurriedly: "The demonstration ends here, but -"

"To show you the difference between a young wizard and a real wizard."

"Mr. Potter!"

He suddenly called names.

The crowd's eyes suddenly fell on Harry.

"I wonder if you would like to have a duel with me..." Lockhart stiffened and took a deep breath, "Would you like to have a duel with my assistant, Professor Snape?"

Snape looked at the peacock in surprise. This opportunity would be given to him? The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Of course." Harry agreed.

"Then come on stage." Lockhart waved cheerfully.

Snape shook his head and looked at McGonagall: "Potter and I don't need such fancy things."

He stepped off the stage.

McGonagall couldn't wait to wave her wand and remove the stage. Lockhart, who was still standing on the stage, was unprepared. He staggered and almost fell down again.

The crowd automatically gives way to whatever space they feel is sufficient.

"Dear Professor." Harry walked up to him and pulled out the sword from the Sorting Hat. "Please give me your advice."

"Stop your disgusting tone!" Snape gritted his teeth.

Lockhart ran over and naturally acted as a referee: "Now, bow!"

The two of them stood stiffly, no one had any intention of lowering their head.

"Well, you don't need this between you." Lockhart laughed awkwardly, "Then one, two..."

He hasn't finished pronouncing the final sound of "二" yet.

Harry rolled out of the way.

Invisible magic comes.

Lockhart stood in the way.

He hung upside down uncontrollably, his loose robes falling down, revealing his lush chest hair and his specially groomed, white belly without a trace of sweat.

"Professor, you actually love this spell so much." Harry waved his wand, and the chairs in the distance jumped over, transformed into dozens of white wolves, and pounced on Snape, "Do you have any unhappiness with my father because of this spell?"

"You use the Transfiguration spell so roughly? Professor McGonagall will cry." Snape's tone was cold, and he waved his wand, and flames surged out, rolling forward and swallowing up all the white wolves.

"Really?" Harry asked back, and waved his wand again, "What about this?"

The white wolves in the flames transformed into more than 20 archers, and the burning fire arrows rained down at Snape.

"Armor protects yourself!" Snape gave up the attack.

He raised his wand again.

"Stop Curse!"

The effects of the flames and Transfiguration disappeared in an instant, and the wood fragments still hit hard. Blunt weapons do not have the penetrating power of sharp weapons. They hit the Armor Charm and bounced around.

At the same time.

"Mist and clouds." Harry recited the spell a second after the Stop Curse took effect.

Dense fog poured out.

Snape's face changed, and he lost sight of Harry.

This man has close combat ability.

Being close to him...

Snape flipped his hand, took out a few bottles of potion from his robe, and threw them to the ground. The potion splashed out, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding fog was dyed into a brilliant blue-green.

It's poison!

The venom sprayed by the bat spirit.

Harry sniffed lightly.

Paralysis, confusion, dementia...He immediately analyzed the types of these poisons from the complex smell.

Potion masters' battles are really luxurious. These bottles of high-quality potions can be sold for at least ten galleons.

What a pity...

It's useless.

Harry has tasted these poisons, and the witcher's physique is still effective. As long as his brain is not filled with feces, drinking forty or fifty bottles of Ton Ton Ton in one breath will not affect him at all.

Thanks to book friends 9002 and Mokon for the reward!

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