hp Ouroboros

In the second class, Hermione felt out of shape, and didn't even raise her hand to answer the professor's question.After class, Harry and Ron waited patiently for Hermione, who was obviously in a bad mood, to pack up. They walked slowly downstairs to the hall for lunch. Passing through the foyer, they suddenly saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board. En, who was a little taller, leaned over and stood on tiptoe to see that they were reading a notice on a piece of parchment that seemed to have just been stapled up.

Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, their Gryffindor classmates, looked excited and greeted them.

"The school is going to have a dueling club!" Seamus said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We're going to have our first party tonight! I have no objection to learning some dueling lessons, which may come in handy someday!"

"What? Do you think Slytherin monsters will duel?" Ron complained, but he read the notice again with great interest, and turned his head to look expectantly at Harry and Hercules. Min, "So shall we go?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and nodded in agreement. It never hurts to learn a little more.

So when the day's classes were over, at eight o'clock in the evening, they returned to the auditorium with a bunch of students who also wanted to come and see.

Perhaps Senior Sister Sylvia's previous speech was already ahead of Yuzhu, so when the little wizards saw the four long tables disappearing from their respective colleges, they were not very surprised, and even a gilded stage appeared in the middle of the auditorium. The long duel platform failed to arouse anyone's exclamation.

Fortunately, today's theme is not the art of the auditorium's environment decoration. Each of the students is holding their own magic wand, and their faces are full of excitement.

"I don't know who's going to teach us," Hermione said to Harry and the others, pushing sideways into the crowd. It seemed that most of the little wizards were here tonight. "I heard that Professor Flitwick's young I was a dueling champion at that time, maybe he came to teach us!"

"As long as it's not..." Harry didn't finish his sentence, and turned into a sentence, and Camille's mocking voice came from beside him: "That's great..." It turned out that Camille and Sylvie Ya was standing behind them, and Camille glared maliciously at Lockhart, who was wearing a fuchsia robe. He looked glamorous, but it was clear that Camille, like Harry, didn't like him at all.

"Oh... this is a bit exciting..." Sylvia whispered, Harry and the others turned their heads to look at the dueling ring. Professor Snape walked onto the stage as smoothly as if gliding. Wearing the usual pure black robes, his face was as ugly as usual. With his dark face, he swept the students under the stage one by one. There was no need to wave his hand to silence everyone like Lockhart. Sweep, momentary silence.

"Come around, can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Ah! That's great!" Lockhart felt that there was never a bad day, and he waved to everyone and continued, "That's it , Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club, and to train you well in case you ever need to defend yourself, in the same way that I have used countless times - for details on this, see my publication It's a work." Camille snorted, rolled her eyes, and Sylvia buried her face in Camille's neck, her shoulders trembling slightly, obviously smiling happily.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, grinning widely, "he told me he knew a thing or two about duels himself, and he generously Promise, help me do a little demonstration before the class. I said, I don't want to worry you little guys. When I finish demonstrating with him, I will return your potions teacher to you intact, do not be afraid!"

"Hiss..." There was this unbelievably gasping voice from almost the whole audience——by now, Lockhart has basically squandered his popularity, and no little wizard thinks that this shiny Lockhart Special can win Professor Snape.Didn't you see Professor Snape's mouth curled up!And his disdainful eyes!

"Lockhart won't be killed by Professor Snape..." Camille grinned. She felt that although she could beat Professor Snape, she had to say that Professor Snape's aura was really terrifying. .

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed. Lockhart did a lot of tricks with his hands, but Snape just shook his head impatiently.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."

"Professor Snape probably won't agree to your proposal if you continue talking." Camille shrugged his eyebrows and continued to sarcastically in a low voice. Sylvia was still smiling, and Camille didn't mind saying more. A few words to make her girlfriend happy.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione standing in front of them, especially Harry, grinned and almost closed their eyes to refuse to watch the tragedy that followed.

"One, two, three!" After Lockhart's voice fell, Snape yelled suddenly, "Expelliarmus!" A dazzling red light burst out, hitting Lockhart violently, knocking his entire body down. Flying out of the ring, he hit the wall and slid down like a slug.

The students in Slytherin applauded and applauded. Although the students in other colleges didn't like Professor Snape, they didn't like Lockhart very much either. The gesture of sliding up and down is just too funny.

Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat off, his wavy curls now in a mess, and surprisingly he was still smiling!

"Okay, did you see that? It's a Disarming Charm, yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show them that, but don't mind me saying that, you're coming The intention of such a move is obvious. If I want to stop you, there is no need to blow my hair. I think, in order to increase their knowledge, let them see..."

Snape had a murderous look on his face, and his jet-black dull eyes glanced at Lockhart, "The demonstration is over!" Lockhart immediately changed his words, at least he still had a little bit of vision, "Now, the two of you together Group."

Under Snape's 'pairing', Harry was forced to team up with Draco Malfoy, and when Snape's eyes flicked to Hermione, Hermione subconsciously leaned towards Pansy Parkinson In the past, Snape looked away in satisfaction.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly turned her head when she realized something. Pansy was looking at her with a strange look.

"It seems that Miss Granger thinks I'm easy to deal with?" Pansy said in a high-spirited tone, looking at a very tall and strong girl standing on Hermione's other side, "but... well, Let's just say that Millicent doesn't look quite right with you—style-wise, I mean."

If it hadn't been for almost a whole day with the lost Pansy during the summer vacation, Hermione felt that she would have thought she was an annoying guy, but now she probably knows that this is how most of their Slytherins speak, yin and yang Yes, good intentions and malicious intentions are vague, honestly, aren't they tired of talking like this all day long...

"Wand up, get ready!" cried Lockhart. "When I count to three, I'll cast a spell, disarm, just disarm! We don't want accidents. One, two, three!"

"Disarm!" Hermione cast the Disarming Charm in accordance with the professor's request, and since she happened to practice this spell before, she can use it with ease now.

Pansy didn't care about Hermione's quick spell, and easily counteracted her spell with an identical disarming spell.

Merlin!Panxi's skills are much higher than hers!When Hermione was in a daze, Pansy frowned slightly and ran towards her two steps quickly, raised her hand and cast another spell, but the target of the spell was not Hermione, but another one that was about to hit Her spell came from nowhere.

Hermione was startled by the burst of light in front of her eyes, and before she had time to thank Pansy, she was knocked to the ground by a huge figure.Hermione was crushed under her body, and her fluffy chestnut hair was also suppressed. She couldn't lift her head to see who was crushing her, lying on the ground, Hermione could only see Pansy shrugging from this angle. He raised a narrow eyebrow and glanced at her, then walked to her side, with his head raised and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, to help her block another spell.

The scene fell into chaos. Many groups may be too nervous, or because they are old rivals. When Lockhart called "two", many people started to fight, disrupting other groups nearby. The light radiated in the auditorium, except for a few groups who normally cast their spells on their opponents, most of the people's spells went sideways, either hitting other people next to them by mistake, or making some weird things happen. Effect.

In the end, what stopped everyone was not Lockhart's useless yelling, nor Snape frowning and casting spells everywhere, but Sylvia and Camille, who were beating very fiercely in the middle of the auditorium.

When making room for Sylvia and Camille, many young wizards noticed that Camille's shoes had disappeared, and her feet had turned into wolf shapes, and Camille was flying in the air while everyone was pumping. Move around in the small space, dodging the spells of different colors that Sylvia shot over like a storm.

Those little wizards who were more careful were not dazzled by Camille's dazzling high-speed dodge, they were staring at Sylvia with their mouths wide open.Who can tell them what they saw!Cast spells with both hands? !Unheard of!

Sylvia held the wand in her right hand and kept shooting various spells at Camille, and her left hand was not idle at all. The large and sharp ice arrows kept condensing on her open left hand and then shot at Camille. Mill shoots.

Dodging a few ice arrows again, Camille suddenly stopped suddenly, his wolf-shaped feet stopped on the ground, and the whole figure rushed towards Sylvia like an arrow from the string, and slapped away the demon shot by Sylvia. Curse, her hand has now turned into a wolf shape, grasping the tiny gap between Sylvia's spells, Camille brought Sylvia to the ground.Their faces were almost touching, and Camille's sharp-clawed wolf claws were clasped around Sylvia's slender neck-so it seemed that Camille had won?

"Well, a tie!" Sylvia said with a pleasant smile. Camille, who was pressing on her, seemed to have no objection, and withdrew her body, and everyone suddenly realized that the moment Camille threw Sylvia down, The Frost Arrow in Silvia's left hand was also ready, and the Frost Arrow stood upright, pointing at Camille's chest.

The audience was completely silent, even Lockhart fell silent. Snape looked deeply at the two figures in the middle of the inexplicably vacated field. Half-supported and half-hugged on the ground, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin are wonderful.