This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Hermione's Disarming Charm hit without a doubt, just when Daphne was only one note away.

It didn't knock her away, but just bounced the wand away.

"You can do it faster." Hermione handed Daphne's wand back, "Just recite the spell silently before you start."

She didn't raise her little face, but looked at her levelly.

Daphne relaxed her frown.

"Yeah." Her voice was very light.

Vincent was relieved.

Hermione didn't choose to completely crush Daphne's self-esteem as a pure-blood, but talked to her in a more peaceful manner.

He turned around and cast a contemptuous look at Snape's back.

Despicable! Insidious!

Humans are complex creatures, and it is difficult to manipulate their emotions.

"I said,

It can only be the Disarming Charm!" Lockhart's loud shouting didn't have any effect.

Draco fell to the ground and laughed, and Harry's legs danced uncontrollably.

"Stop! Stop now!"

Vincent looked back.

Hermione was sharing her little tricks, and Daphne was no longer as reserved as she was at the beginning.

He walked towards the stage without any worries.

Snape seemed to have had enough of Lockhart's shouting, and raised his wand to remove the magic from Harry and Draco.

With a "bang", a cloud of green smoke appeared in front of Vincent.

Seamus was blown to dust by Ron's wand.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Ron, you are the blasting genius!"

Vincent waved his wand lightly, dispersing all the smoke.

Alfred ran past him,

followed by Crabbe with a full beard.

Neville was pinned to the ground by Blaise, and Fred and George set off several fireworks at the ceiling.

Wood and Marcus were wrestling under the stage, and no one knew where their wands had gone.

The whole place was in chaos, and Lockhart simply jumped down and screamed loudly.

"Oh my god - stop it!" He wandered among the crowd, looking at the results of the duels he had divided into groups.

Most of the students used magic other than the Disarming Charm, and almost everyone of them was injured.

Some were less serious, like Draco and Harry.

If Snape wasn't watching, they would definitely dare to throw away their wands and do something more traditional.

Not everyone was as friendly as Hermione and Daphne, Ginny and Luna.

Not everyone was watching the whole show like Vincent and Snape.

"Stand up, Macmillan... Pay attention, Miss Fawcett... Squeeze hard, the bleeding will stop immediately, Boot..."

Lockhart made a full circle and ran to the center of the hall in a panic.

"I think I need to teach you how to stop unfriendly magic first."

He glanced at Snape secretly, and happened to meet the pair of cold black eyes.

"Please volunteer a pair--" He quickly looked away and looked at Neville and Justin who were not injured. "Longbottom, Finch-Fletchley, how are you?" Snape slid from the other side of the stage to the middle like a shadow. "This is not a good idea, Professor Lockhart." His cold eyes swept over Neville, "Longbottom is the simplest spell, but it can cause extraordinary damage." His eyes moved to Justin's side, "If you insist on doing this, we will have to put Finch-Fletchley's remains in a matchbox and send it to the school hospital on the second floor." Neville shrank his neck and his little face flushed. "Then Ced--" "How about Malfoy and Pott?" Snape grinned, "They haven't decided the winner yet." "Good idea, Professor Snape!" Lockhart thought of a beautiful picture. The savior of the magic world and the heir of the Malfoy family finally decided the winner under his guidance. No matter who wins or loses, the title of a good professor cannot be escaped.

Cedric, who escaped the disaster, quickly patted his heart that was about to jump to his throat.

There were enough three people in the social death group, and there was no need to add him.

"Okay, Harry--"

Lockhart came over, "When Draco points his wand at you, you should learn to do this like me."

The extremely precious cherry wood wand flew up and down in his hand,

and kept making various complicated and fancy little movements.

"Pah--" He hurriedly bent down to pick it up,

"Oh-- it looks like it's very excited."

The whole hall was holding back laughter,

even Snape was no exception.

He whispered a few words into Draco's ear, and then both of them sneered.

Lockhart hugged Harry's shoulders affectionately, "Harry, you just need to do what I did just now."

"What? Drop your wand on the ground?"

He pretended not to hear, "Now that we are ready, let's start!"

Harry moved his eyes to the bottom of the stage, both Vincent and Hermione made the same mouth shape.

"One, two, three, start!"

Harry turned his head just as he reacted, and saw Draco had raised his wand.

He didn't care about the etiquette of dueling, and hurriedly recited a spell, "Armor Protector!"

"Oolong out of the hole!" Draco shouted almost at the same time.

The barrier that could only cover the front of the chest faced a long black snake.

It raised its head, ready to attack Harry.

The nearest students screamed and quickly backed away to keep a distance.

"Hiss—" the black snake spat out the message and moved forward cautiously.

"The Armor Charm won't help you, Potter." Snape lazily raised his wand, "I'll do it -"

"Let me do it!" Lockhart waved his wand at the black snake.

With a bang, the whole snake jumped up to a height of more than ten feet, and then fell down heavily.

As if it was angered, it bared its fangs and took an offensive stance towards the nearest Justin.

"Hiss—" A snake-like sound suddenly came out of Harry's mouth.

He looked into Black Snake's eyes and seemed to be having a conversation.

Parseltongue! ?

Vincent was slightly surprised.

Although the Potter family is no longer one of the pure-blooded Holy Twenty-Eight families, they are after all descendants of Peverell, the maker of the Deathly Hallows.

Thinking of this, he also remembered the first movie he had ever seen in his previous life.

Before Harry entered school, he once chatted with a python at the zoo.

At the time, he thought it was to highlight the protagonist's uniqueness, but he didn't expect it to be a foreshadowing.

Slytherin Chamber of Secrets - Basilisk - Parseltongue - Voldemort - Harry Potter

Vincent crossed Neville beside him and stood in front of Justin.

Harry, who has already died twice, may die again after showing his talent for Parseltongue.

The man possessed by Voldemort will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to shift blame and attack more Muggle-born students.

The black snake was obviously frightened and turned its head to reveal its fangs again.

The moment Vincent met its eyes, he quickly stretched out his right hand and reached forward.

He grabbed a spot that was so deadly that it only took a little force to break the spine.

The black snake's mandible opened 180 degrees, and its body was twisting and struggling forward.

After pinching the area close to the head, even the most flexible snake cannot turn its body.

Not to mention wrapping it around with its tail, even its fangs have lost their threat.

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