HP Dawn Night

On Friday night, as usual, I helped my dad clean up his office after tutoring.Pretending to be examining the potions, he struggled to remember how they looked different from the last time.

"I think you may have noticed something." Father waved his wand to wipe the dust off the specimen bottle, and he glanced almost lazily at a closed drawer, "Bicorn horn and African tree Snake skin. Only available in my private storage room."

I laughed immediately: "It seems that a certain thief stole your medicinal materials."

Dad didn't respond to what I said—in fact, it might be a tacit consent—he changed the subject: "I noticed that your reaction speed has become a lot faster, and even in a very harsh way, it is a Pretty good Iron Armor Charm."

"I think it's a very practical spell, so I spent a lot of time practicing it over the summer." I tried not to look too smug, and Dad smiled slightly:

"Yeah...you'll soon find that you have a chance to actually use it."

"What do you mean?" I asked warily.

"It's just a small, interesting event recently." Dad said meaningfully, he looked at the time, and immediately urged, "It's very late, I'll take you back to the lounge."

"I can walk by myself," I protested, "this is very close to the lounge."

Dad vetoed my proposal without question: "You know there's been a lot of turmoil at school lately, and besides, I can drop by and see who's messing around in the common room so late in their bed."

When I returned to the lounge, sure enough, there were some senior students talking enthusiastically inside.I quickly slipped back to the dormitory, but the group of poor silly children hadn't noticed the arrival of their headmaster, and they were still chatting happily.

Ah, how pitiful.

A few days later, a notice posted in the hallway attracted everyone's attention.

"Okay, Duel Club? First meeting tonight. Hmm... I'm not sure if it's a wise decision." Pansy read the words on the notice, and Draco asked me:

"The whole school is open to it. Is that the fun activity the godfather told you about?"

I spread my hands: "He said so. But it may also be irony."

Draco gave me a contemptuous look, obviously very dissatisfied with my passivity in delivering the information.

"It is said that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young. Anyway, it sounds interesting. We have been bored for a long time." Blaise smoothed things over very optimistically.Pansy gave him a blank look:

"Boring? We have another big thing to do—Vio, do you have any thoughts about the thief in Professor Snape's office?"

"Idea?" I was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, and said with a smile, "A little bit, but I have to wait for me to confirm a conjecture first."

In any case, in the current situation where everyone is in danger, it is always beneficial to learn something.Both Draco and I have systematically studied fighting, Blaise knows better, and Pansy, although her grades in the spell class are far ahead, but we insist that she can't use it in practice at all, which is called Pansy's anger In the end, she was the one clamoring to come, to prove to us that her Charms grades were more than just words.

At eight o'clock, the long tables in the auditorium disappeared.In its place was a gilded stage against the wall.When I saw it, I suddenly had an ominous premonition:

"Pansy—"

"Oh oh oh, no!" Before I finished speaking, she couldn't help but yelled in disgust.I looked over, and soon let out a whine:

"Merlin!"

Gilderoy Lockhart stepped forward, resplendent in his fuchsia robes.

And walking beside him——

"Merlin!" Draco said incredulously, "Why would the godfather agree to stand with this idiot to teach us how to fight?"

Blaise was completely in a state of watching a show: "It's so interesting. Draco, look at those girls, they are going to faint with excitement, aren't they?"

Lockhart waved for silence, then shouted, "Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can they hear me? Great! That's right, Professor Dumbledore has given me permission to run this A little dueling club, well trained in case you ever need to defend yourself, in the same way that I have used countless times. For details on this, see my published works."

"I'm not wasting my time listening to his bullshit!" Draco said angrily.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, grinning stupidly, "he told me he knew a thing or two about dueling himself, and he was generous I promised to help me with a little demonstration before the class. I said, I don't want to worry you little guys. When I finish the demonstration with him, I will return your potions teacher intact You guys, don't be afraid!"

I watched my father's upper lip curl up, and couldn't help saying, "From what he said, it seems that now I can start to brew emotions, and I am ready to cry and accept the fact that I lost my father."

"Yes, yes, Lockhart may save a corner of Professor Snape's robe as a souvenir for you." Pansy mocked bitterly.

On stage, Lockhart and Dad turned to face each other and bowed—in my opinion, Lockhart just bent over fancy, and Dad just nodded his head.They then held their respective wands like arrows to their chests.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in the usual dueling position," Lockhart said to the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we cast the first spell. Of course, none of us will take the opponent's life."

"Oh, that's such a pity," Draco said bluntly, "Why can't it be real? Then we can get another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

His words drew glaring looks from several girls, but when they saw that it was Draco Malfoy, they turned their heads away one after another, and no one dared to cause trouble.

"one two Three--"

"Disarm!" Dad yelled quickly.A flash of red light flew across the stage and hit Lockhart, who wobbled and flew backwards off the stage, hitting the wall, before sliding back down, curled up on the floor.

"Daddy's great!" I screamed and jumped up, and Pansy cheered, "Professor Snape is so handsome!"

Draco and Blaise clapped happily.

In fact, many of the Slytherin students were applauding and jumping up and down to cheer their Headmaster's victory.

"See? Just a spell! How easy!" Draco exclaimed.

"Well, you see!" said Lockhart, staggering back onto the stage. "It's a disarming charm, and as you can see, I lost my wand. Yes, Stein Professor Nepe, it's a great idea to show them this trick, but you don't mind if I say this, your intentions for doing this just now are obvious. If I want to stop you, it won't take much effort. I think, in order to increase their knowledge, they might as well let them see..."

"Shut up, idiot," Pansy said impatiently.

"If you want to live," Draco added.

"I think Professor Snape has made it very obvious. Hasn't Lockhart discovered it yet?" Blaise said with relish.

"I think he's just trying to find a way out for himself." I looked at Lockhart with almost pity.Dad had a murderous look on his face, as if he would be killed if he said another word.

"This is the end of the demonstration!" Lockhart said loudly. "I will now come among you and divide you into pairs. Professor Snape, if you will help me..."

They move through the crowd.Lockhart had Neville Longbottom team up with Hufflepuff's Justin Finch, while Dad went over and interfered with the Potter-Weasley pairing, sending Weasley to fight West Mo Finnigan partnered, and Potter—

He moved closer to Granger subconsciously, but Dad saw through his little Jiujiu, and he smiled coldly: "Draco, come here. Let's see what you can make the famous Potter into." As for you, Miss Granger, you can team up with Miss Parkinson."

Pansy's eyes lit up instantly. This was her dream opportunity to take revenge on Granger openly.She clenched the wand in her hand and walked towards Granger aggressively.Draco, on the other hand, looked up at Potter with a smug smile.

"Well, it looks like it's you and me, Blaise—"

"Miss Snape, perhaps you would be happy to join Miss Greengrass." The lingering Lockhart suddenly jumped out, and he easily pushed Daphne Greengrass to me, and her The younger sister is Blaise's partner.

Great, great.Lockhart, you are a real idiot!