HP Magic Biography

As time goes by, according to common sense, all negative news will be washed away by the flow of time.

But in Hogwarts, that didn't happen.

As time progressed day by day, everyone was afraid of the next attack. After all, no one could be sure whether the next petrification or death would happen to them.

Indeed, the atmosphere at Hogwarts is very depressing, and the students all need some new courage to fill in the blankness of the unknown in their hearts.

Fight Club is about to begin! Givanos said. First meeting tonight! I don't mind fighting classes, they're available anytime...

What? You think Slytherin's monsters can fight? Ron also looked at the notice with interest.

Could come in handy, he said to Harry and Hermione over dinner, shall we go too?

What are you talking about? Fan Lin walked in from the outside with a book in his arms. Since Hermione needed to brew potions, many club activities and Hermione's job required Fan Lin to complete.

Perhaps this is the price of bundling sales. In any case, Fan Lin should complete these tasks, as if this has become a default setting.

Fight Club! Harry was a little excited.

Just at eight o'clock tonight, the fighting club starts, in the auditorium.

Are we going to fight each other? Fan Lin looked at Harry suspiciously, this was not in the course schedule.

To be precise, it is to train our fighting skills.

Well, it's very exciting, you know, there's never been such a class before. Ron said excitedly, it seemed that he completely forgot the fact that his wand was broken.

It's really good! Fan Lin didn't attack Ron either. In fact, this fighting club dispelled everyone's fear to a certain extent.

At eight o'clock tonight, let's end the activity early, and then come here, how about it!

Fan Lin cast his soliciting gaze on Hermione, and only Hermione seemed to be pressed for time because of researching the potion.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all agreed, so they rushed back to the Great Hall at eight o'clock that night.

The long dining table was gone, replaced by a golden stage against the wall, with thousands of candles burning on it, and the ceiling was dark purple, it seemed that the entire training class was wrapped under it, and they all had their faces covered Excited, with a wand.

I want to know who taught us? Fan Lin looked at the crowded crowd, all of them were students.

Fan Lin, this way! Neville waved to them in the crowd, gesturing for them to go over, he had already reserved a place for them. I really don't know how Neville did it.

As they approached the chattering crowd, Hermione said, I've been told that Professor Fleet was a champion fighter when he was young. Maybe it was him.

It's like... Harry cried out suddenly in pain as he saw Professor Gilderoy Lockhart walk onto the stage, in his best robes, next to Snape, in his usual black robes.

Rockhart waved the crowd to silence and called, Come together, come together! Can each of you see me? Can you hear me? Great!

He walked to the center of the stage, still holding his wand in his hand, raised his arm, and with the opening of the cloak, he revealed the vest-type fighting suit inside.

Now, Professor Dumbledore has agreed with me to open a fighting club to train you in case you need to defend yourself, just like I have done countless times—for details, you can read it in my book.

After speaking, he showed his well-known charming smile, and his eight white teeth could be clearly seen no matter from which angle he looked at it.

This made Fan Lin very admired. He even considered whether to lower his head when talking to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart in the future.

Or simply turn your back on it.

Well, he was just having a terrible headache about Gilderoy Lockhart's behavior.

Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape,

Gilderoy Lockhart said, with a big grin, He told me he knew a lot about fighting, and promised to provide some temporary help before we started, and now, I don't want you young people to worry about— —You will still have your pharmacy teacher when I penetrate him. —Fear not!”

I bet Professor Snape needs only one spell to penetrate Professor Gilderoy Lockhart...

Fan Lin said swearingly that he is usually taught privately by Professor Snape. Regarding the strength of Professor Snape, Fan Lin only knows that he can easily defeat him. .

As for Gilderoy Lockhart.

My God, forget it.

Fan Lin didn't have much hope for a wizard who was messed up by the elf and had his wand taken away.

In fact, Gilderoy Lockhart's wand was recovered by Van Lin with his help.

Wouldn't it be better if they killed each other? Ron muttered to Harry.

Actually, I agree with what Fan Lin said, it's impossible. Harry touched his nose, although he also wanted Snape and Gilderoy to die together.

Snape's upper lip was pursed tightly. Fan Lin really wanted to know why Lockhart could still smile; if Snape looked at him like that, he would have been too scared to do anything.

Gilderoy Lockhart and Snape bowed to each other. Then Snape raised his head with a gloomy face, staring at the man who was about to fight him in front of him.

Then they held their wands in front of them like swords.

It's like you see us holding our wands in this fighting position, Gilderoy Lockhart told the silent crowd. When we count to 'three', we will start the first spell. Of course, our purpose is not to kill each other.

But Fan Lin and Harry didn't think so, he saw a dangerous signal in Snape's eyes.

Fan Lin really wanted to dissuade Gilderoy Lockhart from such a stupid behavior. He was not sure whether his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be ordered to teach them tomorrow.

Harry and Ron would be happy to see Gilderoy hurt so Harry wouldn't have to be laughed at by Slytherins like a clown in Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow.

Hermione was silent on the sidelines. She had completely despaired of Gilderoy, but now she was very happy for Gilderoy to be exposed.

three,

two,

I think the next scene will definitely make people very happy! Harry said, looking at the two people on the stage excitedly.

one,

Following Gilderoy Lockhart's order, the tips of their wands lit up simultaneously.