Chapter 135

The challenge was a success.

What I mean is, does Snape have to be the one to challenge?

If you had a better temper, you wouldn't have been beaten so badly!

Do you really think you can beat the professor with just two magic items?

Too arrogant, right?

When Argus met Lockhart's resentful eyes, he couldn't help but mourn for him.

Lockhart patted the dirt off his body, got up and laughed dryly.

"Professor Snape has set a good example for us."

"To deal with an opponent you can't fight, you should take the initiative like Professor Snape!"

"Whoa!"

The little wizards below made a noise, making Lockhart's face even more embarrassed.

He couldn't wait to get back at them in other ways.

After the fight just now, he also understood that the headmaster of Hogwarts was definitely not to be trifled with.

He probably couldn't beat any of them at random.

As for the other professors, such as Aurora Sinistra, professor of astronomy, and Sybill Trelawney, professor of divination, it would be meaningless even if they won.

They might not even pay attention to him!

The only way is...

He looked outside the door.

The strength of the Aurors should not be comparable to that of the headmaster, right?

Or... try with them?

Yes! Try with them! If it doesn't work, find someone who looks a little weaker. As long as you can win, there is room for explanation!

"Thank you Professor Snape for your cooperation. Next, I will choose one of the Aurors as my opponent."

"Show you how to deal with sudden danger in the wild!"

Lockhart's eyes swept through the figures outside the door, carefully searching for his next target to establish his authority.

The one on the far left has a scar on his face and looks fierce. He is not easy to mess with!

The bearded man behind him doesn't look like a good guy either. He has killed several dark wizards. He can't be chosen!

The one-eyed dragon next to him doesn't look like a good guy either. He must be good at dark magic. If you choose him, you will definitely be tricked!

Who should I choose...

He chose for a long time and finally locked his eyes on the short man with his head tilted on the door frame.

This one looks more wretched, and he should be able to beat him!

That's him!

"The gentleman with his head tilted next to the door frame is not a good role model to shake his head in front of the little wizard."

"Please be my opponent this time!"

The man next to the door frame looked at his side and pointed at himself, as if he was not sure.

His performance became guilty in Lockhart's eyes.

Lockhart said impatiently: "Yes, it's you, sir!"

"Please come on stage!"

The man next to the door frame leaned on the door frame and slowly straightened his body.

He originally looked only about 1.7 meters tall, but suddenly became 1.9 meters tall!

He was much taller than the surrounding Aurors!

Lockhart immediately panicked!

"Wait... wait a minute! I'm not talking about you, sir!"

"I'm talking about... I'm talking about..."

He hurriedly searched for the next soft persimmon, and his eyes finally fixed on an older man with glasses.

"The gentleman with glasses, please come up and demonstrate with me."

The man with glasses grinned and walked out of the crowd.

He fumbled in his pocket for a while, took out a few bottles of magic potion and gulped them down.

When he looked up again, the momentum on his body was different!

Lockhart was dumbfounded!

What the hell is this routine!

We agreed on fair competition, but you actually paid for it?

What the hell is this!

"It's not you! I'm talking about... that person..." Lockhart was sweating anxiously.

Suddenly he saw a man who looked gentle among the Aurors.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up!

"The chestnut-haired gentleman! Please come up!"

When Argus saw the man, his eyes immediately showed sympathy.

You are so picky!

There are so many people, but you chose him!

He is really not afraid of death!

Facts have proved that Lockhart can always choose the hardest iron plate among a group of people.

Alan Mitchell walked to the stage with a smile, raised his wand and bowed to everyone.

"Thank you Professor Lockhart for the invitation, and please show mercy."

This elegant look made Lockhart feel relieved!

All the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic are arrogant. Such a polite person must be a soft persimmon who is used to being bullied.

Now, I can finally perform well!

"Don't worry, sir, as a well-known wizard in the magic world, I will be measured."

"I will never hurt you!"

Snape

Sneer.

He is not a fool like Lockhart who only cares about fame and doesn't even know the Aurors stationed at Hogwarts.

On the first day when these Aurors came to guard, he noticed the Auror Director of the Ministry of Magic.

The other party is not very impressive on the surface, but his actual level is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary Aurors!

Only Lockhart would treat the other party as a soft persimmon!

Snape did not have any intention of dissuading him.

Quietly waiting for the good show to begin.

Lockhart was still immersed in the fantasy of regaining his reputation, and was unaware of the reactions of the little wizards around him.

He took out his wand carelessly, fiddled with it a few times, and posed a more handsome pose.

"Duel preparation!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Lockhart reacted quickly and released the disarming spell at the moment the countdown ended.

But Alan has been wandering on the edge of death for many years, and often experienced life and death battles!

Especially after becoming an Auror, he had countless battles with dark wizards!

No matter how fast Lockhart acted, he could not match his experienced experience.

"Expelliarmus!"

The dazzling red light was only slightly inferior to Snape's Disarming Spell.

Two red lights faced each other!

Lockhart was suppressed almost instantly!

This time Lockhart was prepared, gritting his teeth and pouring magic power into the wand.

Trying to regain his face!

But the Disarming Spell released by the wand itself was only level 2, and no matter how much magic power was increased, it could only keep it in a maintenance state.

With Lockhart's violent output, plus the pressure of Allen's Disarming Spell, the wand made an overwhelmed crackling sound!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Lockhart was knocked to the ground again.

Allen at least gave him some face and did not knock him out like Snape did.

He just let him fall to the ground and could no longer fight.

Seeing the battle was over, Alan touched his chest and saluted.

"Professor Lockhart, thank you."

At this time, Lockhart was facing a group of young wizards with strange eyes, and he wanted to faint on the spot.

His face was burning with pain!

He got up from the ground.

He wanted to show his standard eight-tooth smile as usual, but found that he couldn't smile at all.

He was killed twice in a row and still smiled?