Chapter 325 Despicable Sneak Attack
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Qing Mo Da Xian
In the eyes of some students, Vincent was simply confirming a certain rumor.
Punching Snape, kicking Lockhart, and finishing off Dumbledore, he will be able to climb to the top of Hogwarts and complete the hegemony of this thousand-year-old prestigious school.
James underneath is so convinced.
"No!" Lockhart looked very nervous. "No, I mean it's too unfair."
"Very fair." Snape reached out and put his hand on Vincent's shoulder, "I was seriously injured, and Wayne can just make up for the gap."
All the students in the auditorium gasped subconsciously.
The old bat is still the same old bat.
Want to leave after taking advantage?
If you spit it out, you have to beat it!
"Professor Snape—" Vincent pushed his big hand away, "do you want me to go with you to deal with Professor Lockhart?"
Snape glanced over with dissatisfied little eyes.
This little bastard is not easy to fool.
"Two professors—" Vincent stood on the edge of the stage with one hand, and stood on it with a little force, "I don't think there is anything unfair about melee."
Lockhart could barely maintain a smile on his face, "Professor Snape and I are better than you—"
"Very good." Snape turned onto the stage impatiently.
His gritted teeth expression seemed to indicate what would happen next.
"This is a fair duel!" Lockhart walked along the edge of the stage to the steps, "This is an unprecedented duel!"
His eyes swept down, "You are really lucky to be able to witness this high-level wizard duel with your own eyes."
The students recalled last year's no-rules competition.
None of them could disagree with this statement.
Two professors, one student.
Vincent, who was standing in the middle, regretted it.
Snape on the left, Lockhart on the right.
He raised his alder wand to his chest blankly.
He had a grudge against Snape, and a grudge against Lockhart.
Snape and Lockhart had just feuded, and neither of them would let him go down unharmed.
Well, there is only one way.
"One—" This time it was Snape who was counting.
The speed is quite fast, "Two three!"
"Except your weapons!"
Before the spell was uttered, Vincent had disappeared.
A beam of red light passed through where he had just stood, hitting Lockhart on the shoulder.
He collapsed on the edge of the stage, as if passed out.
Snape guessed that Vincent would disappear, and also guessed that he would hit Lockhart.
Whether it's Felicia or Merlin's favor, no one can stay lucky all the time.
He sneered, looking at the air in front of him.
The Illusion Mantra combined with the Silent Mantra can really catch people by surprise.
But he had seen through it, and recited the incantation of the Manifestation Mantra.
Vincent was indeed approaching.
The alder wand was pointed at him, glowing red without any spell.
Snape raised his wand, negating the disarming spell.
However this is just the beginning.
Vincent quickly withdrew his wand and pointed at him again.
Two, three, four...
The red light spots in the air continued to explode like fireworks.
The student closest to the bottom unconsciously held his breath, for fear that the curse of the two would accidentally hit him.
Draco's eyes widened, but he didn't even blink.
In a duel with the two professors, even if you lose, you win.
Judging from Snape's extremely gloomy expression, it must have been unexpected that Vincent would use the Disarming Curse as a flat A.
But he is a professor after all, and after a brief surprise, he has taken the initiative and seized a very good opportunity.
"Call God Guardian—"
The patron saint of suanni opened his mouth and swallowed the entire disarming spell.
Snape squinted, completely unaware that it had grown into a solid body.
The light cluster is one, the animal form is another, and the entity is another.
The most primitive prototype, dispelling dark creatures and assisting in defense.
Vincent also seized this opportunity and flicked his wand twice to point at him.
Snape flicked his wand as expected, counteracting the slightly more powerful disarming spell.
Just when the two were about to make their next move, Lockhart opened his eyes very suddenly.
"Stupid-"
The patron saint of suanni, who seemed to be in a daze, opened his mouth again and swallowed the entire stun spell.
It burped and swelled in size.
"Hurry up and release your Patronus!" Snape's voice just fell, and Suan Ni's entire body glowed with golden light.
There is a limit to the spells a Patronus can defend against.
For starters, two is already a pretty remarkable thing.
Vincent hastily released Suan Ni, and cooperated with him to use all spells to end.
"That's the end of the demonstration." Lockhart stood up with his hands on his shoulders, his forehead covered with fine sweat.
"A surprise attack is quite useful in a melee."
"Ho—" Snape stared at him coldly.
The sneak attack was unsuccessful, and the excuse was very lame.
Lockhart put away his wand completely unconsciously, and jumped off the stage.
"Do you understand? This is a great duel that can be recorded in history!"
His skin is so thick that he is still putting gold on it.
He always has an endless stream of excuses to get out, even if each one is worse than the last.
Vincent pouted and put away his wand.
The bottom is full of students, and the place is too narrow.
Now that the virtual is already there, it is unwise to continue.
Snape sneered, shaking his black robe lightly.
Suffocated!
Not to mention being pulled to the same level by Lockhart, Vincent took all the benefits.
His face was dark, his eyes swept back and forth from the two of them.
"I'll be in the group next." Lockhart met Harry's excited little eyes, "The drama is already there, why don't we have some traditional ones!
Let me see-"
Harry's expression fell instantly.
"Harry Potter—the famous savior!"
Lockhart looked past Vincent and fixed on Hermione's little face, "I heard that there is more than one outstanding student, and—"
"Your news is out of date." Snape pushed Draco forward. "Potter's fame is just a thing of the past. It's actually a mess."
Harry died, and died again.
"Malfoy, go up and let us see if you can draw out the potential of the savior."
In front of Harry, anyone can only come second.
"As for Miss Granger, you and—" Snape stopped by Pansy and Daphne as he swept past the tall and burly Bulstrode.
He grimaced, as if remembering something.
"Granger, you and Greenglass!"
Under Vincent's suspicious gaze, he sneered and turned his head to look at the stage.
on purpose?
Dumbledore has such a big mouth!
If Hermione doesn't know the severity, give Daphne a hard time...
Even if you reluctantly join in, it will not help the owl court at all.
The students dispersed one after another to make room for those who had already been divided into groups.
The most watched people in the entire auditorium are of course Harry and Draco who monopolize the stage.
But Vincent didn't pay attention here, but came near Hermione and Daphne.
Both of them have good dueling etiquette, at least they are not like Draco above, who suddenly attacked Harry after counting to two.
……
……
Punching Snape, kicking Lockhart, and finishing off Dumbledore, he will be able to climb to the top of Hogwarts and complete the hegemony of this thousand-year-old prestigious school.
James underneath is so convinced.
"No!" Lockhart looked very nervous. "No, I mean it's too unfair."
"Very fair." Snape reached out and put his hand on Vincent's shoulder, "I was seriously injured, and Wayne can just make up for the gap."
All the students in the auditorium gasped subconsciously.
The old bat is still the same old bat.
Want to leave after taking advantage?
If you spit it out, you have to beat it!
"Professor Snape—" Vincent pushed his big hand away, "do you want me to go with you to deal with Professor Lockhart?"
Snape glanced over with dissatisfied little eyes.
This little bastard is not easy to fool.
"Two professors—" Vincent stood on the edge of the stage with one hand, and stood on it with a little force, "I don't think there is anything unfair about melee."
Lockhart could barely maintain a smile on his face, "Professor Snape and I are better than you—"
"Very good." Snape turned onto the stage impatiently.
His gritted teeth expression seemed to indicate what would happen next.
"This is a fair duel!" Lockhart walked along the edge of the stage to the steps, "This is an unprecedented duel!"
His eyes swept down, "You are really lucky to be able to witness this high-level wizard duel with your own eyes."
The students recalled last year's no-rules competition.
None of them could disagree with this statement.
Two professors, one student.
Vincent, who was standing in the middle, regretted it.
Snape on the left, Lockhart on the right.
He raised his alder wand to his chest blankly.
He had a grudge against Snape, and a grudge against Lockhart.
Snape and Lockhart had just feuded, and neither of them would let him go down unharmed.
Well, there is only one way.
"One—" This time it was Snape who was counting.
The speed is quite fast, "Two three!"
"Except your weapons!"
Before the spell was uttered, Vincent had disappeared.
A beam of red light passed through where he had just stood, hitting Lockhart on the shoulder.
He collapsed on the edge of the stage, as if passed out.
Snape guessed that Vincent would disappear, and also guessed that he would hit Lockhart.
Whether it's Felicia or Merlin's favor, no one can stay lucky all the time.
He sneered, looking at the air in front of him.
The Illusion Mantra combined with the Silent Mantra can really catch people by surprise.
But he had seen through it, and recited the incantation of the Manifestation Mantra.
Vincent was indeed approaching.
The alder wand was pointed at him, glowing red without any spell.
Snape raised his wand, negating the disarming spell.
However this is just the beginning.
Vincent quickly withdrew his wand and pointed at him again.
Two, three, four...
The red light spots in the air continued to explode like fireworks.
The student closest to the bottom unconsciously held his breath, for fear that the curse of the two would accidentally hit him.
Draco's eyes widened, but he didn't even blink.
In a duel with the two professors, even if you lose, you win.
Judging from Snape's extremely gloomy expression, it must have been unexpected that Vincent would use the Disarming Curse as a flat A.
But he is a professor after all, and after a brief surprise, he has taken the initiative and seized a very good opportunity.
"Call God Guardian—"
The patron saint of suanni opened his mouth and swallowed the entire disarming spell.
Snape squinted, completely unaware that it had grown into a solid body.
The light cluster is one, the animal form is another, and the entity is another.
The most primitive prototype, dispelling dark creatures and assisting in defense.
Vincent also seized this opportunity and flicked his wand twice to point at him.
Snape flicked his wand as expected, counteracting the slightly more powerful disarming spell.
Just when the two were about to make their next move, Lockhart opened his eyes very suddenly.
"Stupid-"
The patron saint of suanni, who seemed to be in a daze, opened his mouth again and swallowed the entire stun spell.
It burped and swelled in size.
"Hurry up and release your Patronus!" Snape's voice just fell, and Suan Ni's entire body glowed with golden light.
There is a limit to the spells a Patronus can defend against.
For starters, two is already a pretty remarkable thing.
Vincent hastily released Suan Ni, and cooperated with him to use all spells to end.
"That's the end of the demonstration." Lockhart stood up with his hands on his shoulders, his forehead covered with fine sweat.
"A surprise attack is quite useful in a melee."
"Ho—" Snape stared at him coldly.
The sneak attack was unsuccessful, and the excuse was very lame.
Lockhart put away his wand completely unconsciously, and jumped off the stage.
"Do you understand? This is a great duel that can be recorded in history!"
His skin is so thick that he is still putting gold on it.
He always has an endless stream of excuses to get out, even if each one is worse than the last.
Vincent pouted and put away his wand.
The bottom is full of students, and the place is too narrow.
Now that the virtual is already there, it is unwise to continue.
Snape sneered, shaking his black robe lightly.
Suffocated!
Not to mention being pulled to the same level by Lockhart, Vincent took all the benefits.
His face was dark, his eyes swept back and forth from the two of them.
"I'll be in the group next." Lockhart met Harry's excited little eyes, "The drama is already there, why don't we have some traditional ones!
Let me see-"
Harry's expression fell instantly.
"Harry Potter—the famous savior!"
Lockhart looked past Vincent and fixed on Hermione's little face, "I heard that there is more than one outstanding student, and—"
"Your news is out of date." Snape pushed Draco forward. "Potter's fame is just a thing of the past. It's actually a mess."
Harry died, and died again.
"Malfoy, go up and let us see if you can draw out the potential of the savior."
In front of Harry, anyone can only come second.
"As for Miss Granger, you and—" Snape stopped by Pansy and Daphne as he swept past the tall and burly Bulstrode.
He grimaced, as if remembering something.
"Granger, you and Greenglass!"
Under Vincent's suspicious gaze, he sneered and turned his head to look at the stage.
on purpose?
Dumbledore has such a big mouth!
If Hermione doesn't know the severity, give Daphne a hard time...
Even if you reluctantly join in, it will not help the owl court at all.
The students dispersed one after another to make room for those who had already been divided into groups.
The most watched people in the entire auditorium are of course Harry and Draco who monopolize the stage.
But Vincent didn't pay attention here, but came near Hermione and Daphne.
Both of them have good dueling etiquette, at least they are not like Draco above, who suddenly attacked Harry after counting to two.
……
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