Chapter 120
The audience burst into laughter.
Harry, who was already embarrassed, was too ashamed to even look at it.
For a 12-year-old boy, this kind of social death scene was obviously a bit too much.
Lockhart also felt ashamed.
After all, he chose Harry, who represented his face.
It was okay for him to be solved by Snape in one move, but the person he chose was also like this!
Isn't this telling others that he is not as good as Snape in terms of vision and strength!
How can someone like him who loves to show off stand it!
Lockhart took out his wand, pointed it at Harry in the air, and was about to recite the spell!
As a result, an embarrassing scene occurred.
Harry, who had given up struggling, saw him pointing his wand at him.
Memories of the past instantly came to his mind.
The feeling of having his bones pulled out on the Quidditch field is still vivid.
He twisted his body desperately.
He would rather lose face than let Lockhart's spell hit him!
Lockhart also noticed this, and a trace of anger flashed across his eyes.
"Don't move, Harry!"
"I'll remove the spell for you!"
Harry struggled harder after hearing this.
Lockhart didn't care and aimed at Harry with a spell to stop.
The spell was successfully released, and Lockhart was relieved.
But a more embarrassing scene appeared.
The essence of the spell to stop is to use powerful magic to forcibly terminate other spells.
The basis of all this is that the strength or magic of the caster is already greater than that of the other party!
Just like Nicolas Flamel, who joined forces with a group of Aurors in the Paris cemetery to cast its advanced version of the spell to end.
But with Lockhart, who is not bad at all except the Oblivion Charm, and whose other magics depend on luck to be successfully released, how can he be capable of ending Argus's spell!
The magic hit the rope that tied Harry, and it didn't even shake.
Argus sneered in his heart.
If you want to save face for yourself, you should also look at your strength, right?
Don't you know how strong you are?
Did you use the spell of Stop Curse?
You almost made the professors of Hogwarts lose face!
Seeing Snape's face fall again, Argus sighed and lifted the spell.
He raised his wand and saluted.
Indicated the end of the duel.
Harry was still immersed in the pain of the fall at this moment, and was unaware of all this.
It was only after Lockhart's reminder that he got up and finished.
"Everyone saw the duel between Mr. Potter and Mr. Grindelwald just now!"
"Now, let's invite the next group!"
Lockhart tried his best to save face, looking around.
Finally, it was locked on Harry's friend Ron.
In his cognition, the Weasley family was poor, but each one was stronger than the other.
Ron must be the same!
He pointed his wand at Ron.
"Mr. Ronald Weasley, come and show us a lesson!"
Ron had never been taken so seriously.
The boy's character of showing off was fully displayed at this moment.
Standing on the stage, he looked at the Slytherin people with a show of strength.
Snape didn't say much nonsense and directly ordered Draco to go on stage.
A pair of enemies met again.
Before the two of them started, there was already a lot of gunpowder!
The Slytherin and Gryffindor members below cheered for the two.
Ron was very proud and enjoyed the feeling of being noticed. He provoked Draco: "Evil Malfoy! Let me teach you a lesson!"
Draco sneered and walked slowly to the center of the stage.
"Wands ready!"
Lockhart shouted, opening the battle curtain.
The two walked to both ends of the stage, grasped their wands, and got into fighting posture.
They had not experienced countless assassinations like Argus, and their understanding of magic duels was still at the level of casting spells on the spot.
Lockhart tried his best to show his presence, and continued: "Listen to me count to three, and then start casting spells."
"You can only use Expelliarmus. If the opponent loses his wand, you must stop!"
"I don't want any more accidents to happen!"
"One!"
"Two!"
Ron took the lead as soon as he counted to two!
Raising his hand, a spell was cast!
"Grinning!"
Green light surged along Ron's wand.
But he seemed to have forgotten that his wand was two pieces glued together with tape.
He made a lot of jokes in class.
The spell failed to be cast, but returned along the handle of the wand!
"Hahaha..."
Ron's eyes were filled with fear, but he couldn't stop laughing.
Slytherins laughed wantonly from the audience, and even the Gryffindors couldn't help but look at him sideways.
It was so embarrassing!
If they were hit by Draco's spell, they would have nothing to say.
But you were made like this by your own magic, and no one would dare to say anything.
Ron became more and more anxious, covering his mouth with one hand and pointing his wand at Draco with the other hand.
"Stiff legs... Hahaha... Stop... Hahaha... Die!"
He barely managed to recite the spell.
His wand was also very considerate this time, and he didn't direct the spell back.
A sparse white light flew towards Draco.
The speed was not fast, at least in the eyes of Argus, most people could react.
But Draco's body swayed back and forth, as if he wanted to hide but didn't know how to hide.
After swaying for a long time, he was still hit!
He was hit hard and was knocked far away.
His legs were tied together.
Agus frowned in the audience.
"It seems that Slytherin should practice dueling skills."
"You don't know how to dodge such an obvious intention."
Snape picked up Draco from the ground with a look of disgust, threw him hard, and put him on the stage again.
Draco also felt embarrassed and angrily shook his wizard robe.
"You pissed me off, Weasley!"
"Watch me!"
"Oolong out of the hole!"
The dark mist exploded from the top of Draco's wand, and a long snake flew out fiercely.
It fell to the center of the stage!
The poisonous cobra spit out its tongue and hissed strangely.
It frightened countless young wizards.
"Get out of the way, Draco."
Snape said lazily: "I'll get rid of it."
"Let me do it, Professor Snape!"
Lockhart felt that he was good enough when he saw that it was just a small snake.
He rushed to get rid of the snake.
He raised his wand and flicked it as a demonstration.
Bang!
A muffled sound!
The cobra not only did not disappear, but was thrown several meters high by him!
It was thrown heavily to the ground.
The snake was furious, and its hissing was frightening.
It rushed towards the nearest target with its tongue spitting out!
Argus remembered that person, from Hufflepuff.
His name was Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Both his parents were Muggles, and he was one of the few wizards in Hufflepuff who was prejudiced against Slytherin.
When everyone fled in panic, only Harry walked towards the cobra stupidly.
He made a strange sound from his mouth.
Like the sound of a snake!
Then, a shocking scene happened.
The cobra turned its head to look at Harry, but did not launch any attack.
It turned its head and aimed at Justin Finch-Fletchley.
It kept spitting out its tongue!
Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in a daze, and even Snape's eyes showed incredible colors.
After about ten seconds, Harry raised his head.
He thought that his comfort would be appreciated by everyone and Justin Finch-Fletchley would be grateful.
But what he received were only the horrified and angry eyes of countless people!
