Chapter 120: Embarrassed Lockhart! Parseltongue Appears!

The audience burst into laughter.

Harry, who was already feeling embarrassed, was even too embarrassed to even look at it.

For a boy who is only twelve years old, this scene of social death is obviously a bit too much.

Lockhart also felt ashamed.

After all, Harry was chosen by him and represents his face.

It doesn't matter if he is killed by Snape with one move, the same goes for the person he picks!

Isn't this clearly telling others that I can't compare to Snape in terms of vision and strength?

How can a pushy person like him stand it!

Lockhart took out his wand, pointed it at Harry in mid-air, and was about to recite the spell!

As a result, an embarrassing scene occurred.

Harry, who had already given up struggling, saw the moment he pointed his wand at him.

Memories of the past suddenly came to mind.

The feeling of my bones being ripped away on the Quidditch pitch is still vivid in my mind.

He was desperately twisting his body.

I'd rather be embarrassed than let Lockhart's curse hit me!

Lockhart also noticed this, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Don't move, Harry!"

"I'll break the curse for you!"

Harry struggled even more vigorously after hearing this.

Lockhart didn't care, he aimed a curse at Harry and stopped it immediately.

The spell was successfully released, and Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief.

But a more embarrassing scene emerged.

The essence of Curse Stop is to use powerful magic power to forcefully terminate other curses.

The basis of all this is that the strength or magic of the caster is already greater than that of the other party!

Just like Nico Flamel teamed up with a group of Aurors to cast its advanced version of All Curses in a Paris cemetery.

But Lockhart, except for the Oblivion Curse, is pretty good. Even the successful release of other spells depends on luck. How can he end Argus's curse!

The magic hit the ropes that bound Harry without even shaking.

Yagus sneered in his heart.

If you want to save face for yourself, you have to look at your strength, right?

How much do you weigh, but you don’t know?

Do you use this kind of curse?

Professor Hogwarts is almost embarrassed by you!

Seeing Snape's face pull down again, Argus sighed softly and lifted the spell.

He raised his wand and saluted.

Signaling the end of the duel.

Harry was still immersed in the pain of the fall and was unaware of all this.

It was only after Lockhart's reminder that he got up and finished.

"Everyone saw the showdown between Mr. Potter and Mr. Grindelwald just now!"

"Now, let's invite the next group!"

Lockhart tried his best to regain his dignity, his eyes searching everywhere.

Eventually it was locked on Harry's good friend Ron.

In his understanding, although the Weasley family is poor, each one is stronger than the last.

Ron must be the same!

He pointed his wand at Ron.

"Mr. Ronald Weasley, come and show us!"

Ron had never been taken so seriously.

The boy's tendency to show off was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Standing on the stage, he looked at the Slytherin people with great power.

Snape didn't say much nonsense and directly ordered Draco to come to the stage.

A pair of enemies meet again.

Even before the two of them started, they were already full of excitement!

The Slytherin and Gryffindor members below cheered for the two with all their strength.

Ron was very proud, enjoying the feeling of being noticed, and challenged Draco: "Evil Malfoy! Let me teach you a lesson!"

Draco scoffed and walked slowly to the center of the stage.

"Wand in place!"

Lockhart shouted, kicking off the battle.

The two walked to both ends of the stage, gripped their wands, and got into fighting stances.

They don't have the experience of suffering countless assassinations like Yagus, and their understanding of magic duels is still at the level of releasing magic spells on the spot.

Lockhart tried his best to maintain his sense of presence, and continued: "Listen to me and count to three, and then start to release the spell."

"You can only use Expelliarmus. If the opponent loses their wand, stop!"

"I don't want any more accidents to happen!"

"one!"

"two!"

As soon as the count reached two, Ron took action first!

Raising your hand is a magic spell!

"Grin and hula!"

Green light surged along Ron's wand.

But he seemed to have forgotten that his wand was made of two pieces taped together.

I made several jokes in class.

The magic spell failed to be exported, but returned along the handle of the staff!

"Hahaha……"

Ron's eyes were filled with fear, but he couldn't stop laughing.

Slytherin's wanton ridicule came from the audience, and even the Gryffindors couldn't help but look sideways.

What a shame!

There was nothing they could say about being hit by Draco's spell.

But you were made like this by your own magic, and no one was embarrassed to say anything.

Ron grew increasingly agitated, covering his mouth with one hand and pointing his wand at Draco with the other.

"Stiff legs...hahaha...stop immediately...haha...die!"

Reluctantly reciting the magic spell.

His wand was also very considerate this time and did not redirect the spell back.

A sparse white light flew toward Draco.

The speed is not fast, at least in Yagus's eyes, most people can react.

But Draco's body was swaying back and forth, as if he wanted to hide but didn't know how.

After wandering around for a long time, he was still hit!

He took the blow and was knocked far away.

His legs were tied together.

Agus frowned in the audience.

"It seems that Slytherin should practice dueling skills."

"You don't know how to dodge such an obvious intention."

Snape picked up Draco from the ground with a look of disgust, threw him hard, and put him on the stage again.

Draco also felt embarrassed and angrily shook his wizard robe.

"You pissed me off, Weasley!"

"Watch me!"

"Oolong out of the hole!"

The dark mist exploded from the top of Draco's wand, and a long snake flew out fiercely.

It landed in the center of the stage!

The poisonous cobra spit out its tongue and hissed strangely.

It frightened countless young wizards.

"Get out of the way, Draco."

Snape said lazily: "I'll get rid of it."

"Let me do it, Professor Snape!"

Lockhart felt that he was good enough when he saw that it was just a small snake.

He rushed to get rid of the snake.

He raised his wand and flicked it as if to show his protest.

Bang!

A muffled sound!

The cobra not only did not disappear, but was thrown several meters high by him!

It was thrown heavily to the ground.

The snake was furious, and its hissing was frightening.

It rushed towards the nearest target with its tongue spitting out!

Agus remembered that person, from Hufflepuff.

His name was Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Both his parents were Muggles, and he was one of the few wizards in Hufflepuff who was prejudiced against Slytherin.

When everyone fled in panic, only Harry walked towards the cobra in a daze.

A strange sound came out of his mouth.

It was like a snake's cry!

Then, a shocking scene happened.

The cobra turned its head to look at Harry, but did not launch any attack.

It turned its head to aim at Justin Finch-Fletchley.

It kept spitting out its tongue!

Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in a daze, and even Snape's eyes showed an incredible color.

After about ten seconds, Harry raised his head.

He thought that his comfort would be appreciated by everyone and Justin Finch-Fletchley would be grateful.

But what he received were only the horrified and angry eyes of countless people!