HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape sneered, "Perhaps intact is a good word?"

"Very well, let's see if that's how the word intact is used."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he turned around neatly and walked off the duel stage.

Before leaving, he glanced at Asseth lightly.

Aces understood instantly and nodded gently.

After the oppressive Potions Professor left, Harold felt that he could stand up.

He couldn't wait to look at Asseth and signaled that he could start.

Ah, what a fool.

Aces smiled politely at him, pulled out his wand and stood opposite him.

The duel begins...

The two raised their wands and put them down again, bowed slightly, and then turned around together.

One step, two steps...

After about five steps, Lockhart turned around and drew his wand in a complicated and fancy arc before stopping on his chest.

Aces raised his wand casually.

"one two three."

As soon as he finished speaking, Asseth's unhurried incantation sounded simultaneously.

"Expelliarmus."

The spell flew quickly, and before Lockhart had time to react, he was hit hard by the oncoming spell.

When it hit the ground, the floor of the duel platform trembled and a cloud of dust rose up.

Carter, who was watching in the audience, reflexively covered his waist, feeling a dull pain in the flesh on his body.

Elise poked him, and he let go angrily.

Lockhart held onto his painful waist, gritted his teeth and climbed up.

"I didn't expect it. Mr. Cavendish demonstrated so well."

"But please forgive me, your intention to attack is too obvious. If I really want to stop you, it will be a very simple matter."

Snape in the audience laughed sarcastically: "If you hadn't been lying on the ground just now, I think this statement would be quite convincing."

"Hahahaha, I just want to test Mr. Cavendish's strength. After all, he is just a student. I-"

Seeing his ignorance, stupidity, and arrogance, Snape became impatient to continue struggling with him, and immediately interrupted him with a stern face.

"I think the most important thing now is to teach them how to respond to attacks? Professor Lockhart?"

"Ah...oh oh oh, yes, now we have finished the demonstration, let's invite two students to come up next."

"Just Potter and Weasley, come and try."

Snape looked at the wand in Ron's hand and questioned coldly:

"Mr. Weasley's wand can't even control the simplest spells. Are you sure Potter won't care about the school infirmary again?"

Lockhart heard this and looked at Ron and the wand in his hand that was almost broken in half.

"What advice does Professor Snape have?"

"As I recall, it's not the dueling club I'm hosting."

"Okay, then..."

Lockhart's eyes swept across the many young wizards, and finally landed on the most conspicuous platinum head.

"Is that okay with Malfoy?"

Malfoy?

Snape paused and looked at Artes calmly.

He knew that Artes didn't want Draco to have more contact with Potter.

The hand holding the wand started to itch again.

The blow just now was still too light.

For a moment, the auditorium fell into silence.

Snape looked away, "If Mr. Malfoy wishes."

Yes, he is very willing.

Draco couldn't wait. As soon as Draco's eyes lit up, he climbed onto the dueling platform using both hands and feet.

He coughed twice and walked onto the duel stage pretending to be reserved.

Stand still and draw your wand.

Beneath the calm surface was turbulent excitement, and the magic spell he had learned for so long finally came into use.

Harry was also pushed onto the stage by Ron and others, facing Draco from afar.

Snape and Arthur turned away to make room for them.

Lockhart also wished Harry good luck on the stage and walked aside.

"Note, only use Expelliarmus."

Lockhart raised his voice and commanded.

"Now, wand ready."

They both raised their wands at the same time.

"Malfoy, I-"

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you, Potter."

He has already risked losing his rocket crossbow to come up, and now he still wants to talk?

You know, he can still feel the sight from behind.

Draco swallowed, feeling his heart throbbing.

He gritted his teeth and saluted and turned around.

After a few steps, they both turned around at the same time.

"one two three."

"Except your weapons!"

Draco's cheerful voice echoed in the Great Hall.

Harry on the opposite side was not as fast as him. He was still mumbling when he was knocked away by the curse.

Like Lockhart, Harry fell to the ground, but not as hard as Lockhart.

Cool!

Draco felt refreshed, and if it weren't for the fact that he was in full public view, he might have jumped for joy.

He put away his wand and was about to give a victory speech. As he spoke, the eyes behind him suddenly became sharp.

hiss--

Draco shuddered quietly and swallowed his words.

"Professor Lockhart, may I make the announcement?"

His platinum-blond head was held high.

"Of course, Malfoy won this duel."

Cool!

Hearing the word "win", Draco's back straightened up, and even his fear of the sight behind him was reduced a lot.

Looking at Draco who looked proud even from his back, Artes almost laughed angrily.

Are you so happy after winning the savior?

If Draco knew what he was feeling, he would definitely tell him: happy, super happy, so happy that he can fly.

Aces raised his wand and tapped it lightly on the stage. Draco seemed to be aware of it. After giving Harry a final look, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Oh, wait, Malfoy."

Lockhart suddenly called out to Draco, his face changing from the previous exaggeration.

Draco stopped and turned back in confusion.

"Malfoy, what a noble surname. I wonder if I have the honor to see the heritage of a pure-blood family."

"Of course!"

Hearing such compliments, Draco didn't even hesitate and agreed directly, and neither of the people in the audience had time to stop him.

Arthas frowned and looked at Lockhart seriously for the first time, constantly guessing about his purpose.

Draco raised his wand, "What are you looking at?"

Lockhart pulled Harry up and asked him to stand opposite Draco, "Mr. Malfoy's best thing?"

The little peacock shook the wand in his hand in distress, what is it best at? He's quite good at it now.

Got it!

The little peacock had an idea and pointed the wand at Lockhart and Harry.

"Oolong attack"

White smoke came out of the tip of the staff and floated to the ground, turning into a hissing and spitting out a snake.

The snake's head was ferocious, standing tall and crawling on the ground. Its cold snake eyes swept across the crowd.

The little wizards all screamed and backed away, avoiding looking at Snake Eyes.

Harry looked at the snake blankly and even put down the wand in his hand.

Snape looked at Harry and sneered slowly, "Mr. Potter, don't move if you don't want to get hurt."

"It's okay, it's okay," Harold suddenly raised his wand excitedly, "Don't worry, let me do it."