The day to become the final boss

Gilderoy Lockhart strutted up to the stage, clapping his hands for everyone's attention. "Come around, all around! Oh, I hope you all get the best possible view of me, can you hear me? That's great!" Lockhart exclaimed.He casts "Loud Voice" for himself and wears a striking fuchsia velvet robe that's hard to ignore.

Professor Lockhart first expressed his gratitude to Headmaster Dumbledore for his trust and allowing him to open this "little dueling club" so that he can show everyone the skills and charm of dueling in an all-round way.Of course, if you want to know how the extraordinary Professor Lockhart uses these skills to fight evil, you can go to read his published works immediately.

The Slytherins snorted.

"Now—let me introduce my assistant to you," Lockhart opened his mouth to reveal his eight neat and white teeth, and turned his body sideways to reveal a tall, dark figure behind him "—S Professor Nepe."

Compared with Lockhart, who was energetic and dressed up deliberately, the dean of Slytherin had a gloomy face as always, with jet-black hair and jet-black robes, pale face, gloomy like a vampire.

"Professor Snape told me that he also has a little bit of knowledge about dueling, and very generously recommended himself to be my assistant, to give you some simple demonstrations."

The Slytherins booed, and the wizards and wizards who were overwhelmed by Lockhart's "charisma" (self-proclaimed) applauded vigorously, as if a heroic Lockhart vs. evil vampire had been staged on stage.

"Of course, you don't have to worry about Professor Snape's safety. I'm still very confident about it - when the demonstration is over, you will definitely have a complete Potions Professor again." Lockhart pushed aside his gorgeous velvet robe , showing his lean and powerful waist with his hands on his waist.

In addition to applause, there were more screams below.

Snape pursed his lips, his face expressionless, his dark eyes somewhat hollow.But Wan Mo found some gloom in his empty eyes.

He didn't know what Snape had been obsessed with for the past month, and it was just a joke to be jealous.Severus Snape disdained to waste energy on such frivolous things, but Snape's eyes were increasingly dark in the blue eye sockets from the increased night watch work.

Sometimes Wan Mo wanted to crack his head to see where this awkward man got into.

Sensing Wan Mo's gaze, Snape's mouth curled into a curve, and then he deepened the smile towards Lockhart—although it revealed enough malice to make the savior under the table shudder, and he would squirm The urge to run.

After Lockhart's flamboyant opening remarks, the demonstration began.

Snape, who was pitch-black, and Lockhart, who took off his gorgeous robe and wore a lean dueling suit, bowed to each other.Well, actually only Lockhart bowed, Snape called a nod.They then held their wands like swords to their chests - as medieval knights used to do.Then they distanced themselves with their backs to each other, and then turned around.

The venue was silent, and the serious atmosphere of the duel colored the surrounding air, making the little wizards quiet for a short time.

"I'll count to three, and the duel will cast the first spell. Of course, our duel is a gentleman's one, so go as far as you can," Lockhart said.

He stared at Snape with a vague disdain.

"one two Three--!"

The moment the two raised their wands at the same time, Snape yelled "Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)!" a blinding red light burst from his wand, and Lockhart was overwhelmed by the berserk force. It flew out directly, even flew out of the range of the platform, hit the wall behind, and then slid to the ground.

The audience was silent.

After a while, the little snakes in Slytherin burst into applause. Although the little snakes were proud of their title of dean and master of potions, they admired strength even more.

There was a loud buzzing from the other students, and even a Gryffindor wanted to go over to see if Professor Lockhart had been killed by 'Disarm'.

But Professor Lockhart let him down, he stood up unsteadily, his lean dueling suit became wrinkled, his beautiful golden wavy hair was lifted up like a broken spring, his face His expression was a little distorted.

He climbed up to the stage again, and then pretended to be magnanimous and spread his hands to the little wizard below, "Okay, everyone has seen... the correct way to use a spell, Professor Snape demonstrated a disarming spell. That's right, Professor Snape's intention of using the spell just now is obvious, even if I can easily avoid it, but in order to let everyone gain insight, I might as well make a small sacrifice..."

Snape's eyes became even darker.

Lockhart then slipped back on his fuchsia velvet robe and said loudly "This is the end of the demonstration! Now we need two volunteers to repeat what you have just learned, to the point. I suggest that you start with a simple little The spell began, and I said children, don't think you can cast a powerful spell in one go." He paused, staring at Snape with blue eyes, showing a scornful arrogance from a dark angle that no one could see. "Don't try for what you can't get!"

Snape's pupils tightened.

"Okay, okay." Lockhart clapped his palms, "You, and—oh, Mr. Potter, you look at me so eagerly, you must really want to come up and show yourself, so that you can attract more people. Eyeballs? Alright, very confident, please come to the stage." Lockhart automatically blocked Harry's soft voice "No, I don't have one", and pulled him onto the dueling platform.

But the other candidate he had chosen, Ron Weasley, was blocked by Snape's tall, dark figure before he could climb onto the stage.

"I think Weasley can practice later, and as for Mr Potter—" Snape said slowly.

The little Potter who was called shrank his neck.

"Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes, Professor."

"Go on stage and see how much praise and glory you can add to the aura of the Savior." Snape's smile was cold and mocking.

Dueling is not a child's play, and only courageous opponents can give Porter real training. As the Savior grows up, some tricks are no longer suitable for him.

Little Malfoy smiled maliciously like a bastard, and walked up to the dueling ring arrogantly.

"Facing your partners!" Lockhart straightened his body, straightened his wrinkled clothes and messy blond hair, "Bow to each other!"

"Now, gentlemen, get ready."

The two sides strike a pose. "One—two—"

When Lohatra shouted 'two' in a long voice, the little Malfoy suddenly attacked "Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)!"

A flash of red light shot from his wand, hitting the unsuspecting Harry Potter.The little platinum noble also cast a disarming spell, but he was obviously not proficient enough.The spell that was supposed to hit Potter's wrist hit his shoulder, and the follow-up magic power was insufficient, so the disarming spell only made little Potter stagger two steps, tearing the corner of his mouth in pain.

"Foul!" Little Potter's eyes widened, and he barely yelled 'Despicable Slytherin'.

"You think this is a play, Scarhead?" Draco sneered.

"Rictusempra!" Little Potter shot back angrily.

Draco couldn't dodge in time, and was hit in the stomach by the silver light, and then he couldn't help but collapsed to the ground clutching his stomach and laughing wildly.But even so, he didn't give up.The little platinum noble tried his best to point his wand at Harry's legs before he burst out laughing, and managed to utter a few clear words, "Colloportus!"

Harry Potter, who thought he had won for sure, didn't expect that his opponent still had the strength to cast a spell—he even hesitated to make up for it when Draco fell to the ground, and it turned out that the so-called gentleman's bottom line It made him taste the bitter fruit-his two legs tap danced wildly and quickly.

"Enough, stop." Lockhart walked over and said.

"Finite Incantatem." Snape said in a low voice.

Only then did the two little wizards stop, gasping for breath, and staring at each other. If the professor wasn't there, the two might start fighting again.

"Oh, it seems I should ask you how to end the unfriendly spell." Lockhart smoothed his wavy blond hair again, and he looked at the audience "We need another couple who volunteer to come up and demonstrate ..."

"I think Malfoy and Potter will do," Snape said.

"Great, then let's continue." Lockhart patted the little Potter on the back vigorously, and the thin little wizard was staggered by the pat. "Actually, when you are attacked by a spell, you can be so gorgeous—" He used the wand in his hand to make complicated and fancy movements, but accidentally dropped the wand on the ground.

Snape let out a sneer.

But Lockhart didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. He bent down and picked up the wand, showing a bright smile with eight teeth, "just a slip of the hand."

Little Potter raised his head nervously, "Professor, I didn't see clearly—"

"Are you scared, Potter?" Draco challenged with the vicious smile of the snake leader.

"You're dreaming, Malfoy!" Harry stared back unwillingly.

"Okay, let's get started. Get ready—" Lockhart patted the lion cub on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Remember? Just like I demonstrated."

"... Throwing the wand on the ground like you demonstrated?" Little Potter couldn't help raising his voice at the end. He turned his head and saw the potions professor bent over and said something to Malfoy. Malfoy smirked.

"I will, Godfather." Draco replied quietly.He will show the naive savior that the so-called malicious spell does not refer to the 'tarantella dance' and the like.

"One-two-two-one-go!"

Draco raised his wand the moment Lockhart said "begin" and yelled a spell Harry had never heard before.A dark gray light burst out from his wand, and a long black snake with a triangular head jumped out of the gray light, sliding on the floor, spitting out a foul-smelling snake letter.

The young wizards watching by the stands screamed in fear and stepped back a bit.

Little Potter held his wand and looked at the sliding poisonous snake, he didn't know what to do, his hands and feet were stiff, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Wan Mo saw Snape frowned slightly, and tightened his lower lip—it seemed that Little Potter's helplessness completely disappointed him.

"Stand still, Potter." Snape walked over to the snake.He drew his wand "I'll take it away..."

"Okay, let me do it, I'm the best at this, it's very simple." Lockhart said while waving his wand at the black snake's head.

With a sound of "Boom!", the black snake was thrown up more than ten feet high by the explosion of magic power shot by the wand, and then fell heavily to the floor.

The little wizards were horrified to find that instead of disappearing, it had grown several times in size.

The big snake hissed angrily, coiled its body in a circle, and opened its mouth wide to make threatening sounds from its throat.Then gradually stretch the body and swim towards the crowd.Justin Fenry of Gryffindor was just in front of it, and the black snake straightened its upper body, glaring at him, baring its fangs, ready to attack.

Justin Fletcher, on the other hand, stood there completely dumbstruck.

Snape immediately pointed his wand at the black snake, and was about to cast a spell when he heard a cold, hoarse hiss behind him.

The black snake wilted all of a sudden, and it turned its head to look at the source of the sound - the sound came from Harry Potter.

Snape's expression went blank for a moment.

Immediately after he waved his wand, the black snake burned like paper under his spell, and turned into ashes in an instant.

The little wizard looked at Potter with strange and terrified eyes, and there was a murmur of discussion from the crowd.

Justin Fenrieri palely yelled at Potter, "What do you think you're doing?" and ran out of the auditorium crying.

Harry's face was also pale, and he found that even Draco looked at him with questioning and complicated eyes.

Lockhart's handsome face showed a charming smile as always.

Wan Mo, who was among the small group of little snakes making noise in Taixia, stroked his chin, deeply feeling the boredom of the monsters.Lockhart—in fact, it is Brad who occupies Lockhart's body. Everything that has been presented to others so far is actually Lockhart's true character.Most of the monsters like some special small games, but the small hobbies of the elegant and handsome night nobleman are really... unique.

Wanmo already understood the purpose of the ancestor of the blood clan who came to Hogwarts - this high-ranking monster was suffering from a headache because of the product he accidentally made, so he came to ask the master for help.

In fact, as early as more than ten years ago - when the human body was broken and forced to return to the realm of the gods, Wan Mo, who was burning with anger, gathered the high-level monsters in hell.

Wan Mo looked at them one by one.

Monsters exist in hell, and the moment they first existed in this world, they had a special connection with the master of God's Domain. Monsters will never betray God of Death, but there are some strange exceptions.

A fake monster that isn't a monster.

Monsters that have existed for a long enough time and have nothing to do may come up with some weird and special things.The monsters who betrayed the god of death are usually just the "shadow" or simply "part" stripped from the main body.

And Brad——in that inspection, Wan Mo found that he seemed too pure and 'clean'.But at that time, Wan Mo wanted to mend his tattered body first, so he ignored it for the time being.

Thinking of this, Mr. Moores suddenly remembered that the time to repair his body every two years was coming.

He looked at Snape's pitch-black figure on the stage, and decided to explain to Severus in advance that that awkward man had been getting into his horns recently.