Chapter 126 Duel Club
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Cedric's team succeeded, but they only defeated the third statue. When facing the fourth statue, they were swept cleanly as before.
But this is enough to make them proud.
They defeated three statues in a row and successfully became the first team to defeat these three statues.
the most important is--
"Oh, Davis, I asked you to form a team with me, but you ended up having to find a team by yourself."
George slumped on the ground weakly, and while recovering his strength, he did not forget to say sarcastic remarks.
Davis grimaced.
The first statue is actually very simple. It is used for students to practice their skills. As long as they don't tremble with fear, they can basically defeat it;
The second one is starting to be difficult, and requires a certain tacit understanding of the team, otherwise it will be defeated one by one;
The third one is by far the most difficult. It not only requires the team to have a tacit understanding, but also ensures that no serious mistakes are made, otherwise they will be counterattacked in an instant.
Davis' team, including most of the team, fell at this point.
So until the end of get out of class, only Cedric and the others had successfully defeated the third statue.
Tver had already expected this result.
The strength of the statue was deliberately set like this by him. The statues of different grades will also be improved to varying degrees according to the strength of the students.
Basically, only one or two teams in a class can get rewards, and gifts are also prepared for the first and second grade students who are good at playing the light ball game.
In this case, the gifts he has to prepare will be far less than last year!
With a little pride, Tver hummed a song and tidied up the arena, and his steps back to the castle were a little brisk.
But at the bulletin board, he saw a group of little wizards gathered around, scrambling to get to the front.
Tver didn't need to look, he knew what was going on just by listening to their discussion.
"Tonight at eight o'clock, the school is holding a duel club in the auditorium!"
"Duel! Is it Professor Foley or Professor Flitwick who is teaching us?"
"Be bold, maybe two professors together?!"
"You want me to say, as long as it's not Professor Luo?" Harry turned around and saw that the person smiling in front of him was Professor Welfare.
"Professor, what will be in the Duel Club tonight?" Ron asked impatiently.
"Well," Turville recalled Lockhart's disastrous performance, "it's worth looking forward to."
If it was a comedy performance, he was really looking forward to it.
It's just that the little wizards present misunderstood what he meant and thought there would be particularly interesting content. Even if it didn't work out, there should still be a wonderful duel performance like last year.
They were so excited that they spread the news to every student at once.
So at eight o'clock in the evening, when Tver hurried to the auditorium, it was already crowded with students who were looking forward to it.
He had just discovered a delicious cranberry cookie at dinner, but there wasn't much of it, so he had to go to the kitchen and ask the elf for another hundred million packs.
Tver stood in an unnoticed corner, chewing delicious biscuits, looking like a crowd of people waiting for the show to start.
He made a cursory observation and found that except for a few who didn't like to join in the fun, basically all the students in the castle were here.
Much like last year, the four long academic tables were moved away, and everyone gathered around the gilded stage that appeared along one wall. It was bustling with people, and the sound of discussion was buzzing in their ears.
After a while, the students suddenly let out a frustrated sigh in unison, with a tacit understanding as if they had rehearsed.
Lockhart strode onto the stage in glorious purple robes, in stark contrast to Snape, who was still wearing black robes next to him.
But no matter which one it was, it didn't meet their expectations.
In this situation, the students wanted to shout: "***, refund the money!"
Seeing the disappointed expressions on the students' faces, Lockhart's perfect smile became a little stiff.
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of doing something like this, and even dragged a potions professor over to be a stepping stone for him.
Originally, he wanted to find the shortest Professor Flitwick, but when he heard that he was a duel champion when he was young, Lockhart was so scared that he no longer dared to pursue his idea.
Fortunately there is still Snape.
Although they had heard the compliment that Professor Snape was very strong, the students said they had never seen Snape fight.
This is normal. As a Potions professor, how strong can he be?
If he could take what he heard seriously, he would have become the Minister of Magic long ago!
Putting on his smile again, he came to the center of the stage enthusiastically.
"Good evening, everyone."
"In view of the panic atmosphere in the castle and considering my own superb dueling experience, Principal Dumbledore readily agreed to let me host this rare dueling club event."
"And the other Professor Snape said that he also knew a little bit about dueling. With my repeated assurances, he generously agreed to help me give a small demonstration!" He grinned widely. For a moment.
The corners of Snape's mouth were slightly raised, and his slightly raised eyes were filled with disdain as if he were watching a clown's tricks.
The little wizards present suddenly felt cold.
Even if he hated Lockhart, he couldn't help but pray for him.
"May Lockhart be hospitalized forever," Ron muttered, closing his eyes and clasping his hands together.
Hermione was a little dissatisfied, "How could you think so? Lockhart is also our professor after all!"
Ron opened his dazed eyes.
"But this way Professor Welfare can keep teaching us."
"...Then I wish Lockhart could be kicked out of school!"
"No need," Harry patted Hermione's shoulder excitedly, "Snape is ready to take action!"
On the field, Lockhart and Snape were standing at opposite ends, assuming standard fighting postures - they had seen this last year and simulated it hundreds of times in their minds.
"one two Three!"
"Except your weapons!"
Snape took action quickly, but before Lockhart could make any move, he was hit by a bright red light.
The whole person flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall hard, then fell down and curled up into a ball.
Just by hearing the sound of the impact, you knew that the force of this attack should not be underestimated.
Even the little wizards who had lost their fans felt distressed for a second.
Fortunately, Lockhart's body was as thick as his face, and it didn't take long before he groaned and staggered up.
Damn it, the school’s Potions professor didn’t study potions properly, did he practice magic instead? !
"Thank you, Miss Brown." He took the fallen wand, straightened his messy hair, and smiled painfully, "As you can see, this is a disarming spell!"
"But Professor Snape's intention is too obvious. I bet he has been thinking about this move for at least a week, so in order not to disappoint him, I decided to receive such a gentle blow, so that you can -"
"I think," Snape spoke for the second time, his tone as cold as the cold wind today, "it's better to let someone with strength come over and demonstrate how to resist my magic..."
He looked towards the corner, and the students turned back.
Professor Welfare was having a great time eating there!
"Kazi Kazi."
Tver looked at everyone in confusion, "Is it against school rules to eat cookies?"
But this is enough to make them proud.
They defeated three statues in a row and successfully became the first team to defeat these three statues.
the most important is--
"Oh, Davis, I asked you to form a team with me, but you ended up having to find a team by yourself."
George slumped on the ground weakly, and while recovering his strength, he did not forget to say sarcastic remarks.
Davis grimaced.
The first statue is actually very simple. It is used for students to practice their skills. As long as they don't tremble with fear, they can basically defeat it;
The second one is starting to be difficult, and requires a certain tacit understanding of the team, otherwise it will be defeated one by one;
The third one is by far the most difficult. It not only requires the team to have a tacit understanding, but also ensures that no serious mistakes are made, otherwise they will be counterattacked in an instant.
Davis' team, including most of the team, fell at this point.
So until the end of get out of class, only Cedric and the others had successfully defeated the third statue.
Tver had already expected this result.
The strength of the statue was deliberately set like this by him. The statues of different grades will also be improved to varying degrees according to the strength of the students.
Basically, only one or two teams in a class can get rewards, and gifts are also prepared for the first and second grade students who are good at playing the light ball game.
In this case, the gifts he has to prepare will be far less than last year!
With a little pride, Tver hummed a song and tidied up the arena, and his steps back to the castle were a little brisk.
But at the bulletin board, he saw a group of little wizards gathered around, scrambling to get to the front.
Tver didn't need to look, he knew what was going on just by listening to their discussion.
"Tonight at eight o'clock, the school is holding a duel club in the auditorium!"
"Duel! Is it Professor Foley or Professor Flitwick who is teaching us?"
"Be bold, maybe two professors together?!"
"You want me to say, as long as it's not Professor Luo?" Harry turned around and saw that the person smiling in front of him was Professor Welfare.
"Professor, what will be in the Duel Club tonight?" Ron asked impatiently.
"Well," Turville recalled Lockhart's disastrous performance, "it's worth looking forward to."
If it was a comedy performance, he was really looking forward to it.
It's just that the little wizards present misunderstood what he meant and thought there would be particularly interesting content. Even if it didn't work out, there should still be a wonderful duel performance like last year.
They were so excited that they spread the news to every student at once.
So at eight o'clock in the evening, when Tver hurried to the auditorium, it was already crowded with students who were looking forward to it.
He had just discovered a delicious cranberry cookie at dinner, but there wasn't much of it, so he had to go to the kitchen and ask the elf for another hundred million packs.
Tver stood in an unnoticed corner, chewing delicious biscuits, looking like a crowd of people waiting for the show to start.
He made a cursory observation and found that except for a few who didn't like to join in the fun, basically all the students in the castle were here.
Much like last year, the four long academic tables were moved away, and everyone gathered around the gilded stage that appeared along one wall. It was bustling with people, and the sound of discussion was buzzing in their ears.
After a while, the students suddenly let out a frustrated sigh in unison, with a tacit understanding as if they had rehearsed.
Lockhart strode onto the stage in glorious purple robes, in stark contrast to Snape, who was still wearing black robes next to him.
But no matter which one it was, it didn't meet their expectations.
In this situation, the students wanted to shout: "***, refund the money!"
Seeing the disappointed expressions on the students' faces, Lockhart's perfect smile became a little stiff.
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of doing something like this, and even dragged a potions professor over to be a stepping stone for him.
Originally, he wanted to find the shortest Professor Flitwick, but when he heard that he was a duel champion when he was young, Lockhart was so scared that he no longer dared to pursue his idea.
Fortunately there is still Snape.
Although they had heard the compliment that Professor Snape was very strong, the students said they had never seen Snape fight.
This is normal. As a Potions professor, how strong can he be?
If he could take what he heard seriously, he would have become the Minister of Magic long ago!
Putting on his smile again, he came to the center of the stage enthusiastically.
"Good evening, everyone."
"In view of the panic atmosphere in the castle and considering my own superb dueling experience, Principal Dumbledore readily agreed to let me host this rare dueling club event."
"And the other Professor Snape said that he also knew a little bit about dueling. With my repeated assurances, he generously agreed to help me give a small demonstration!" He grinned widely. For a moment.
The corners of Snape's mouth were slightly raised, and his slightly raised eyes were filled with disdain as if he were watching a clown's tricks.
The little wizards present suddenly felt cold.
Even if he hated Lockhart, he couldn't help but pray for him.
"May Lockhart be hospitalized forever," Ron muttered, closing his eyes and clasping his hands together.
Hermione was a little dissatisfied, "How could you think so? Lockhart is also our professor after all!"
Ron opened his dazed eyes.
"But this way Professor Welfare can keep teaching us."
"...Then I wish Lockhart could be kicked out of school!"
"No need," Harry patted Hermione's shoulder excitedly, "Snape is ready to take action!"
On the field, Lockhart and Snape were standing at opposite ends, assuming standard fighting postures - they had seen this last year and simulated it hundreds of times in their minds.
"one two Three!"
"Except your weapons!"
Snape took action quickly, but before Lockhart could make any move, he was hit by a bright red light.
The whole person flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall hard, then fell down and curled up into a ball.
Just by hearing the sound of the impact, you knew that the force of this attack should not be underestimated.
Even the little wizards who had lost their fans felt distressed for a second.
Fortunately, Lockhart's body was as thick as his face, and it didn't take long before he groaned and staggered up.
Damn it, the school’s Potions professor didn’t study potions properly, did he practice magic instead? !
"Thank you, Miss Brown." He took the fallen wand, straightened his messy hair, and smiled painfully, "As you can see, this is a disarming spell!"
"But Professor Snape's intention is too obvious. I bet he has been thinking about this move for at least a week, so in order not to disappoint him, I decided to receive such a gentle blow, so that you can -"
"I think," Snape spoke for the second time, his tone as cold as the cold wind today, "it's better to let someone with strength come over and demonstrate how to resist my magic..."
He looked towards the corner, and the students turned back.
Professor Welfare was having a great time eating there!
"Kazi Kazi."
Tver looked at everyone in confusion, "Is it against school rules to eat cookies?"
