A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Aaron stood helplessly on the ring and unconsciously touched the ring on his left hand.

His current combat power has reached the level of a junior magician. This ring will seal half of his magic energy, reducing his power to the junior level of a senior magician.

But even so, he still felt a bit bullying when dealing with an intermediate magician like Harry.

Aaron looked at Harry opposite and couldn't help but shrugged, "Actually, I didn't want to go on stage, but now that I'm on stage, there's no reason to lose.

But don't worry, I will try to be merciful. "

"I never thought my opponent would be you." Harry said nervously, "Originally I thought my target was Malfoy."

Lockhart heard this and grinned widely, "Harry, I can arrange another match for you and Malfoy later.

Now, all you have to do is concentrate on defeating your opponent. "

"Thank you, Professor."

"Wand in place"

The two gradually distanced themselves, raising each other's wands over their shoulders and making attacking movements.

"Count down to three and cast a spell to disarm the opponent." Lockhart emphasized, "It's just to disarm, we don't want an accident.

one two three. "

"Expelliarmus."

Aaron and Harry shouted spells at the same time, and silver light flew out of their respective wands.

Without any suspense, Aaron's spell was more powerful and swallowed up Harry's spell in less than a second, knocking the wand out of his hand.

Harry staggered back a few steps before steadying his body, but he felt relieved.

It didn't hurt, and he didn't get knocked out of the ring like Lockhart did.

"I win." Aaron put away his wand and walked off the stage calmly.

Snape in the audience nodded with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his cold face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Very good." Lockhart applauded. "They all use disarming spells very skillfully."

"Malfoy, it's your turn." Snape winked at Draco, signaling him to pursue the victory and teach Harry Potter a lesson.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment." Lockhart stood up and said, "I personally think this duel should be postponed. Mr. Potter needs to rest now."

Draco was a little reluctant, but just as he was about to say something, he was stopped by Aaron's eyes.

"Professor, let me give you some face. After all, Slytherin will not bully a wounded person."

Harry glared at him fiercely, feeling very dissatisfied, but thinking of their purpose, he temporarily suppressed the anger in his chest.

I'll let you be proud for a while, and when you pluck out your hair later, you'll be sure to pluck out a few more.

Lockhart walked to the center of the ring, glanced at Snape in a panic, and said with a smile: "I think it's better to divide the opponents according to the house.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw, what do you think? "

"It couldn't be better." Snape sneered, "It's just the right time to see the dueling abilities of Slytherin and Gryffindor."

Lockhart looked away, dispelling some of his uneasiness, and then looked at the people below, "Please volunteer to come up as a couple, but be careful, they cannot be students of the same college."

Soon, a variety of colors appeared in the ring.

Only a few groups used the disarming spell according to Lockhart's instructions. Most of the students were using this arena to test their magical abilities. Of course, there were also individual students with special purposes.

Hermione chose Crabbe as her opponent. After several rounds of fighting, she washed his hair with the Clear Water Charm, pretended to accidentally drop her wand on the ground, and successfully picked up a few hairs.

Ron chose Goyle as his opponent, but maybe he cast the spell too hard, and the green light bounced directly onto him, knocking him out of the ring.

Gower walked to the edge of the ring and laughed unabashedly.

Ron returned to the ring angrily. This time he gave up the unreliable wand and jumped directly on Goyle, punching and kicking him.

But Goyle was bigger. Although he was caught off guard at first, he quickly used his body advantage to suppress Ron and clamp his head severely.

Harry immediately went up to separate the two of them, and pulled Goyle's head, causing him to grimace in pain.

The three of them met in a corner of the auditorium. Hermione proudly took out some black hair in her hand, "I got it, Crabbe's hair, what about you?"

"It's done." Harry put a few short hairs into Ron's hands, "I took it out with great difficulty."

"I must state in advance that if this hair is not sterilized and disinfected, I will not drink the polyjuice potion after it is prepared."

"It's good to have it, but you still dislike it." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Malfoy is the only one left."

Harry nodded and turned his gaze to the other side of the ring. Draco was busy scolding his two followers, looking particularly angry.

He could accept Crabbe's defeat. After all, Hermione was a top student and was not weak in strength.

But Goyle was a little disappointed. A Weasley without a wand could actually tie with him. It was simply embarrassing to Slytherin.

In the following duel, some people were hit by a tickling curse and couldn't stop laughing, and their whole bodies were limp. Some people were hit by a dancing curse, and their legs kept twitching and they started dancing in the auditorium.

This was considered a relatively good situation. There were students who were hit by powerful spells and were injured and bleeding. There were also two students who were hit by each other's petrification spells at the same time and fell straight on the ring.

The scene became increasingly chaotic, and Lockhart began to panic.

But he obviously had no ability to stop all this. He could only say things like be careful, pay attention, come on, stand up and so on.

If Professor Snape hadn't used the Stop Curse in time to disable other spells, it is estimated that many students would have suffered more harm.

"Professor Lockhart, you really surprised me." Snape sneered. "I remember you and Dumbledore were talking about teaching them to stop unfriendly magic, but..."

"But this is exactly why I asked you to be my assistant, Professor Snape." Lockhart pretended to be calm and said, "The Stop Curse is such a simple spell, can't I know it?

But sometimes verbal support is more powerful than magic. What these underage students need is a strong heart, not powerful magic. "

Snape raised his eyebrows. He instinctively felt that Lockhart was talking nonsense, but he said it so beautifully that he couldn't fault it.

"Can we have the last show?

I guess Draco Malfoy can't wait. "

"That's great." Lockhart smiled, and while applauding his reaction ability from the bottom of his heart, he also motioned for Harry and Draco to come on stage.

The two of them stepped onto both sides of the ring at the same time, looking at each other as they walked towards the center, their expressions particularly calm.

Lockhart felt that the atmosphere had calmed down, and sneered: "The previous dozens of duels were too complicated, this time you two will use the disarming spell to decide the outcome.

Do you understand the disarming spell? Expelliarmus. "

Draco laughed ferociously, and Harry didn't say anything. They both knew that this was no ordinary duel.

"Okay, let's start getting ready!" Lockhart said as he was about to walk off the ring.

"Wait, Professor, can you teach me the Stop Curse?" Harry asked with some anxiety.

This was the most reliable time he expected Lockhart. If Malfoy plotted against him later, Snape would definitely not save him immediately, and Lockhart might be frustrated.

But by learning this spell, he would have some chance of saving himself.

"Um... there will be a chance for this." Lockhart said vaguely, and walked past Harry without giving him a chance to speak.

"Are you scared, Potter?"

"Dream!" Harry gritted his teeth.

The two got into an attacking stance, and Lockhart began to count down: "Three...two...one."

"Except you..."

"Phantom attacks."

Malfoy moved a little faster, and a pale golden shock wave shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Harry hard.

Harry felt dizzy and staggered twice before he finally regained consciousness.

He seized the opportunity and immediately shouted: "Grinning!"

A ray of silver light hit Malfoy's stomach, knocking him to the edge of the ring. The pain in his abdomen made him gasp a lot faster.

Harry was a little hesitant when he saw this. Should he abide by the rules at this time and wait for Draco to recover, or should he take advantage of his illness to kill him and pursue the victory.

But Draco obviously didn't give him a chance to think. He quickly raised his wand and shouted: "An own mistake."

A black cobra landed on the ring and crawled forward while swallowing the snake letter.

The onlookers screamed and quickly retreated, as far away from its attack range as possible.

Harry seemed stunned, staring at the snake, motionless.

"Don't touch Potter." Snape walked forward calmly, "I'll get it away."

"Let me do it, Professor Snape." Lockhart said confidently, pulling out his wand before Snape.

He was somewhat grateful to Draco for summoning such a little snake to help him improve his record. Compared with the previous duel, expelling the poisonous snake would obviously make a deeper impression.

"Reach into the sky with wings."

The curse hit the poisonous snake, and it jumped up to seven or eight meters before falling down.

This seemed to anger it, and it exposed its fangs, standing upright and looking for an attack target.

"If you don't succeed enough, you will fail more than you do." Aaron rolled his eyes. He really didn't expect that Lockhart couldn't even handle a snake.

Generally, wizards who have lived for twenty or thirty years, even if they have very poor talent and have exhausted their potential, can barely reach the level of an intermediate magician. However, Lockhart's combat power is not matched by his age. It is almost the same as that of a first-year wizard. The freshmen are almost the same.

To a certain extent, the fact that he has managed to get to this point is considered a talent.

Just when the viper was approaching Justin of Hufflepuff, Harry moved his steps mysteriously and made an incomprehensible sound.

The viper immediately stopped attacking and turned to look at Harry, but his eyes were full of intimacy.

Professor Snape waved his wand and the snake turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The crisis was over, but everyone present was stunned, and their eyes looking at Harry were full of doubts.

This is the language of snakes. Among the founders of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin happened to know this foreign language. Thinking of the recently rumored Chamber of Secrets, they didn't think it was a coincidence.