Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 161
Harry seized a gap, pointed his wand at Draco, and yelled, "Grin ho la!"

A flash of silver light hit Draco, and he bent over, gasping for breath.

"I said, just disarm!" Lockhart yelled to the battling crowd in horror from above.

Hera curled her lips and complained in a low voice: "Obviously no one cares about the 'great' Professor Lockhart."

This made Penello laugh out loud, and she wasn't so worried about Harry anymore, and was more interested in listening to Hera's jokes.

Hermione and Ron also came over. They were not in a hurry to practice, but instead paid attention to the two on the stage.

"I told you earlier, Harry would beat him to pieces!" said Ron, blushing.

Hera broke his lie without hesitation, "Obviously she covered her face and said to me before, "What if Harry can't beat Malfoy? ", changed the statement so quickly?"

"I didn't!" Ron blushed even more.

On the stage, Draco fell to his knees, and Harry hit him with a tickle magic, and he was so limp from laughing that he couldn't move.

Harry hesitated, vaguely thinking maybe he should cast a spell on Draco while he was on the ground, even though it was against the rules of the game.

It's just that he soon realized - he was wrong.

Draco panted desperately, pointed his wand at Harry's knee again and again, and said with a smile, "Tarantella dance."

Immediately, Harry's legs twitched uncontrollably, as if in a kind of jig.

"Stop! Stop!" screamed Lockhart.

It is obvious that his words have no authority at all.

In the end, Hera really couldn't continue watching. He took out his wand and directly controlled the situation in the audience.

"The spell stops!" Hera yelled.

Harry's legs stopped dancing, Draco stopped laughing, and they both looked up.

A puff of black smoke filled the entire venue.

The boy in Gryffindor who was in the same level as Harry fell to the ground, his face was black and his hair exploded.

Hera even remembered his name - Seamo the Explosive Maniac. Any magic in his hands would eventually turn into a silent explosive curse.

"My God! My God!" Lockhart screamed, jumping around in the crowd, watching the consequences of the students' duel, which could only be turned into a sentence of innocuous consolation in the end. "You stand up, Ernie, watch out, Miss Fawcett squeeze hard, the bleeding will stop in a second, Boot"

"I think, Professor Lockhart, you'd better explain how to stop those unfriendly magics." Hera yelled at Lockhart angrily. He had already seen more than one-digit students injured.

According to this progress—it has only started in less than 10 minutes—by the end of the party, no one will be able to walk out of the auditorium completely.

"Aha, that's exactly what I thought too, but you said it a little too early." Lockhart said, standing in the middle of the auditorium with a flustered expression.He glanced at Hera.

Hera glanced at him coldly, didn't say much, but stepped back slightly, he didn't plan to demonstrate magic on the stage with this monkey again.

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Lockhart's mouth, and his eyes moved away from Hera, "Please volunteer a couple—Longbottom and Fenry, how are you?"

"That's a bad idea, Professor Lockhart." Hera frowned. He didn't think Neville would be more reassuring than Harry and Draco. "Neville can cause havoc with even the simplest of spells, and I don't want a simple duel training to injure students."

Neville's round pink face blushed even more. Even though he clearly knew that what Hera said was correct, it still made him a little ashamed to say it in public.

"Perhaps, it should be Malfoy and Mr. Potter." Lockhart said, rubbing his chin.

Hera took a look at Lockhart, how could he see that the two of them were okay?It is clear that he is about to get really angry! ?
"As long as you are happy." Hera said coldly.

"Fantastic!" said Lockhart, clapping his hands, as he motioned for Harry and Draco to move into the middle of the Great Hall as the people stepped back to make room for them.

"Well, Harry," said Lockhart excitedly, "when Draco points his wand at you, you do it."

He raised his wand, waved it from side to side, trying to conjure complex tricks, and accidentally dropped it on the ground.The surrounding students let out a burst of sneer, obviously seeing Lockhart's essence - a liar.Dumbledore's plan was clearly successful.

Lockhart hastily picked up his wand, saying, "Ouch—my wand is a little overexcited."

Hera approached Harry, lowered her head and whispered to him, "Do you know how to use armor to protect yourself? It is to use magic power to build an invisible wall around you, and launch a counterattack against the attacker."

"Obviously, I don't." Harry spread his hands, nervously.

"It's okay, let me show you." Hera rubbed her temples, Lockhart's demonstration just now was indeed a bit 'incomprehensible'.

Hera raised her wand and whispered, "Armor for protection!"

"Harry, try touching it with your hand."

Harry stretched out his free hand towards He stretched out, and an invisible wall blocked his hand.

"This is the effect of a successful casting." Hera put away the wand and lifted the effect of the armor.

"So, I just say the spell and flick my wrist like you did?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Aha, that's right, it's that simple." Hera patted Harry on the shoulder, "Go up when you're ready, and teach Malfoy a hard lesson."

Harry nodded, looking a little lacking in confidence. "I'll do my best."

The two stood on the stage, and the crowd gave up a lot of space. They didn't want to be attacked by flying magic.

"Is everything ready?" Lockhart said cheerfully. He stood in the middle of the field and raised his hands high. "Three-two-one-start!"

After he shouted, he ran into the crowd immediately, as if he was very worried that he might be hurt by mistake.

Malfoy raised his wand quickly and roared, "God out!" The head of his wand exploded.Harry watched in horror as a long black snake burst out of it, landed heavily on the floor between them, and raised its head, ready to strike.The crowd screamed and dodged back quickly to make way for the clearing.

"Why is this so similar to my Animagus?" Hera frowned.

"Should not"

(End of this chapter)