Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

After class, the little wizards from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were just like the second-year Ravenclaws and Slytherins the day before. They were tight-lipped about the fifth-year wizards from the other two houses and just stayed. A meaningful look.

Lockhart's physical and mental torture had left them with no desire to vent their complaints. They just wanted to watch the other two colleges go through the suffering they had experienced again.

This made the seventh-year Ravenclaws and Slytherins who also wanted to find out the information had no gain.

They could only change their plans and stay early in the afternoon to see how the fifth-year Gryffindors and Slytherins took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Then they saw Lockhart leading the little wizards out of the classroom.

Ravenclaw and Slytherin looked at each other, and a brave little wizard followed them sneakily.

As a result, when they listened to the wall, they heard all kinds of cries and howls coming from the old classroom, as well as the chaotic sounds of tables and chairs being knocked down.

They were so frightened that they thought the empty classroom was haunted, so they joined the main force with false information.

This made all seventh grade students arrive at their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson with trepidation.

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"Can you tell me what you overheard in the last class?" 'Lockhart' stood on the podium, pushed up the monocle in his right eye, and curiously asked the little wizards below.

The faces of the little wizards in the corner turned pale. They recalled the shrill sounds they heard before and felt horrified.

'Lockhart' clicked his tongue and said:

"Calmness, wisdom, and courage are all essential qualities when facing dark creatures and black magic. Your appearance makes me doubt whether you can pass this year's NEWT exam (Ultimate Wizard Test)."

The little wizards suddenly showed expressions of dissatisfaction. They were the smartest Ravenclaws and the best Slytherins. How could they not cope with the mere NEWT exam?

Every qualified Ravenclaw and Slytherin will not worry about grades!

'Lockhart' smiled at the proud gestures of the young wizards.

"Very well, keep your pride, it will help you in the next course."

"Well, as usual, I will assign the course assignment first - a paper on the theme of Defense Against the Dark Arts, twenty inches, due at the end of the semester."

The little wizards were already prepared for this, so they didn't lose their composure.

"The second thing is, your textbooks are "Magical Defense Theory" and "Curse and Counter-Curse", but you need to study them after class."

"As for the content of the class..."

'Lockhart' adjusted his monocle, opened and closed his mouth and slowly uttered one word:

"duel!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the little wizards looked at the smiling Lockhart in surprise, suspecting that they had heard wrong.

But 'Lockhart' said emphatically again:

"There is no need to doubt your ears. Now, follow me to a more spacious venue where everyone can perform."

As he spoke, he motioned to all the little wizards to stand up and follow him.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile:

"I don't think you, as seventh graders, need me to remind you of classroom discipline again - just like fifth grade wizards do, don't you?"

The chatter among the little wizards suddenly disappeared and became quiet.

"Very good." He nodded and continued to lead the way.

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"Posture! I don't think a smart Ravenclaw or a good Slytherin should need me to say it a second time!"

'Lockhart' walked leisurely among the young wizards, using his wand as a pointer to guide their movements without feeling distressed at all.

"Relax! Don't stand there as rigidly as a wooden stake. I think you should be more willing to survive!"

He casually flicked his wand on the back of a young wizard and continued to walk away.

"Pay attention to your breathing! Find your own rhythm and make sure your movements are smooth!"

“Don’t act like a rooster and just cock your neck and throw your hands up!”

"Flexible! Your wrists and joints have been petrified!"

Snapped!

Another little wizard suffered.

'Lockhart' is like a tourist visiting a sculpture art museum, he must appraise each statue he encounters.

And if any "statue" had an objection to this, it had to hold a book on its head and a bottle of ink on the book.

"Let me remind you, that bottle of ink is a special magic potion and cannot be washed away."

'Lockhart' seemed to suddenly think of something, turned to the few Slytherin wizards holding ink and said with a smile.

Then he turned back, adjusted the position of his monocle, and said with a "tsk":

"This year's Slytherin class is truly the worst I've ever seen."

This unsparing comment naturally aroused the glares of the Slytherins.

'Lockhart' walked up to a tall and strong young wizard with the most angry expression, and asked with interest:

"Don't you agree with this assessment?"

The little wizard didn't speak, but his angry expression was clearly revealed.

"Very good, I appreciate your courage!"

'Lockhart' smiled and nodded.

"Then, use the magic wand in your hand to prove to me that you are qualified to make me take back that comment!"

He turned around and raised his voice, asking the surrounding little wizards to move away from the central field.

……

'Lockhart' saluted gracefully to the young wizard opposite, and the young wizard also bowed to him in a decent manner.

Seeing the little wizard's appearance, Lockhart's eyes seemed to become a little deeper behind his monocle.

In a daze, he felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar. At some point, he had stood in the position of the little wizard and bowed to someone;

But now, in less than a year, he has stood in the opposite position, and the traces of time seem to be more obvious on his body.

The next moment, Lockhart blinked and returned to his original state.

He smiled and said to the little wizard:

"Show me your consciousness and let me take a good look at it."

The little wizard raised his wand, pursed his lips, and shouted:

"Stupefy! (passing out)"

In response, 'Lockhart' just flicked his wand casually, and without even reciting a spell, the oncoming spell was eliminated.

"A poisonous snake always pursues a fatal blow, rather than testing it with its limp noodle-like body."

He said playfully:

"If you had changed your clothes, I would have thought you were a kind-hearted Hufflepuff."

"Then let's not stand here. A table filled with delicious food may be more suitable for the current atmosphere. We can enjoy the food and talk happily at the same time."

Hearing this, the little wizard seemed a little angry, and he shouted even louder:

"Reducto! (Reducto)"

But the result did not change. The spell he issued was like a bubble, which was burst by Lockhart.

"It seems you prefer cold noodles to hot noodles."

"Expulso! (Flying sand and rocks)"

"Our Mr. Slytherin doesn't seem very good. I would like to ask if you have a girlfriend?"

"Confringo! (Thunderbolt explosion)"

"Oh, it looks like our little snake wizard has lost his mind. You may need to go to Madam Pomfrey to get some refreshing potion."

'Lockhart' seemed to feel a little bored. He took advantage of the little wizard's break to wave his wand and took action:

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

"what!"

The little wizard was easily knocked away, and his wand flew out of his hand and flew into Lockhart's hand.

"Dreadful!"

"Your performance is absolutely terrible, Mr. Honorable Slytherin!"

'Lockhart' raised the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic arc and spoke mercilessly.

"Facing an opponent who is stronger than you but choosing to go head-to-head, I seem to have seen a wild boar bumping into each other!"

"Have you eaten up at Slytherin's elegance and shrewdness?"

"Even a magic baboon with a wand can use it to your advantage better than you!"

The little wizard curled up in a ball on the ground, not knowing whether it was because of pain or shame.

"Don't you even have the consciousness to face failure?" 'Lockhart' raised his eyebrows and smiled with unknown meaning.

All the little wizards who were watching and had lowered their heads seemed to feel something terrible, and they all subconsciously took a step back, which also made the central field larger.

"It seems that my previous evaluation of you was also biased."

"Courage? Just a fool dominated by impulse!"

'Lockhart' suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at the edge of the field. As he moved his body, the wand quickly traced a circular trajectory around him.

And wherever the wand pointed, the flames were blazing!

The little wizards who were watching looked horrified at the sea of ​​fire that appeared out of thin air, and backed away crazily until they were pressed against the wall.

'Lockhart' threw his wand to the little wizard who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

"Grab your wand and let's continue!"

The little wizard clenched the wand tightly in his right hand, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.

He stood up suddenly, pointed his wand at 'Lockhart' who was surrounded by flames, and shouted:

"Serpensortia!! (Oolong attack)"

A thick black snake fell into the field.

The corners of Lockhart's mouth curled up. Without any unnecessary movement, the surrounding flames surged and gathered in front of him, condensing into a huge fire snake.

The two snakes quickly became entangled and bit each other fiercely.

Lockhart's black eyes were always fixed on the unknown little Slytherin wizard.

In his sight, the little wizard yelled a spell with a crazy look on his face:

"Confringo!!! (Thunderbolt Explosion)"

The intense firelight instantly filled the vision of all the little wizards present.

The huge explosion caused them to temporarily lose all ability to think. They just instinctively opened their mouths and stared at the sea of ​​​​fire that could easily swallow their lives, as if they had forgotten to defend themselves.

But just when the rolling heat wave had embraced everyone, and the tongue of fire was about to lick their faces further, an irresistible invisible suction force sucked all the flames back, and the "fire eye" of the flame tornado was Loha Special monocle!

The monocle made of crystal seemed to lead to a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all the raging flames in the blink of an eye!

All the little wizards stared blankly at this magical scene. After a moment, they came to their senses, cried excitedly, hugged each other, and gave the warmest applause to Lockhart, who showed his composure.

"Ten points for Slytheringa!"

'Lockhart' said with a smile on his lips. He didn't know whether it was because he was satisfied with the little wizard who was falling to the ground with a look on his face, or because of something else.

And his words also made the applause louder.

In this warm atmosphere, 'Lockhart' turned to look around the classroom and said:

"Remember the feeling of risking your life today. If one day in the future you encounter a danger that you cannot resist, this may help you gain a chance of survival."

"Of course, only when faced with a near-death situation or a ten-death situation can we throw everything aside and give it a try. At other times, wisdom is still our best helper!"

All the little wizards who were touched by his sight nodded firmly.

After experiencing such a thrilling Defense Against the Dark Arts class and experiencing ups and downs of emotions, they would take everything Lockhart said to heart.

"Finally, because you did not respond promptly when faced with the sudden danger, everyone will receive an extra five inches on their course papers!"

"get out of class off!"

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