Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 160 Duel Club

At a quarter to eight in the evening, Hera carefully checked her attire, and after making sure that she would definitely leave a handsome and handsome image in the students' minds tonight, she walked downstairs unhurriedly.

When he reached the auditorium, the four long dining tables in the auditorium disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating in the sky.The ceiling was once again velvet black, and almost the whole school had come, huddled together, each with his own wand and excited faces.

Hera was not in a hurry to stand on the stage, he stood aside holding his wand, quietly waiting for Lockhart's arrival.

In fact, as soon as Lockhart arrived in the auditorium, he rushed onto the stage in a few quick steps.

He was impossibly radiant in his fuchsia robe.He was already a little out of shape, and if his fans saw him, they would definitely feel distressed.

"Lestrange, come up." Lockhart whispered in Hera's direction.

Helpless, I can only go to the stage.

Lockhart waved for silence, then yelled, "Come around, all around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!"

"Well, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club, and to train you well, in case you ever need to defend yourself, in the same way that I have used countless times—see my published works for details on this."

"Let me introduce my assistant, Hera Lestrange." Lockhart said with a big grin. "I believe everyone knows him, except for some first-year freshmen. He promised to help me with a small demonstration before class. Of course, after I finish the demonstration with him, I will return him to you intact, don't be afraid!"

Hera nodded, casually pulled out her wand from her pocket, Lockhart was as funny as a monkey.

Harry and the others were also standing under the stage, and Penello was standing not far away. Hera subconsciously puffed out her chest to make herself stand taller.

Lockhart walked to one end of the stage, and Hera also walked to the other end in cooperation - this was what Lockhart had specifically explained before.

They turned to face each other and bowed.At least Lockhart bowed, doing a lot of tricks with his hands, and Hera just nodded boredly.

Not working hard.

They then held their respective wands like arrows to their chests.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in the normal dueling position," Lockhart said to the silent crowd. "We cast the first spell on the count of three. Of course, neither of us will take the other's life."

Hera was ready to knock down Lockhart right away, he didn't want this guy Lockhart to make jokes here again, and even he felt a little ashamed--far more embarrassing than he imagined.

"Is Hera okay?" Harry whispered worriedly.

"He won't lose to that liar!" Hermione raised her head proudly, she was very confident in Hera in her words, but her eyes were fixed on Hera, obviously she was not as relieved as she appeared in her heart.

"One—two—three—" The two men on stage raised their wands over their shoulders simultaneously.

Hera yelled, "Disarm you!"

Suddenly a flash of red light shot from the tip of Hera's wand to Lockhart. Lockhart was knocked off his feet. He flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall hard, and slid down, curled up on the floor.

Penelope breathed a sigh of relief. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to open her eyes just now. She dared not look until she heard the sound of Lockhart landing on the ground. She was very happy to confirm that it was Hera standing on the stage.

Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat off, his wavy curls standing on end.

"Well, you all saw it!" he said, staggering back onto the stage. "It's a disarming spell—I lost my wand, as you can see—thank you, Mr. Lestrange, for showing them this, and it's a good idea, but don't mind me saying it, your intentions in doing it just now were obvious. If I wanted to stop you, it would be easy. I'd rather let them see it, for the sake of their knowledge."

Despite Lockhart's efforts to explain, it was obvious that no one believed him, and everyone recognized that he was a liar.

Lockhart probably noticed too, and he said, "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I'll come among you and divide you into groups of two."

Lockhart made his way through the crowd, pairing everyone up.And Hera jumped off the stage directly and ran to Penello's side, she was a little nervous.

Hera made her light-hearted jokes, which made Penelope laugh.Lockhart also tacitly did not come to disturb, but in a corner where he could not see anyone, he glanced at Hera fiercely with his cold and vicious eyes.

And the students who were going to contact were basically matched with each other.

It's just that Malfoy walked up to Harry's trio haughtily, with a smug smile on his face, followed by a Slytherin girl.

"Scarface, how about being with me?" He raised his chin aggressively, and looked at them contemptuously, but when he caught sight of Hermione, his arrogance weakened unconsciously, apparently still not forgetting the punishment he had given him earlier.

Harry nodded, he hated Draco very much, and he wanted to teach Draco a lesson in dueling practice.

Draco grinned triumphantly.

"Face your partners!" Lockhart returned to the stage, shouting: "Bow!"

Harry and Draco barely nodded, they were staring at each other intently.

Hera also noticed them, and couldn't help sighing in her heart: "Draco and Harry... why do they always appear together?"

"Hera, do you think Harry can beat Malfoy?" Penello asked, pointing her toes. Her relationship with Harry was not bad, and she was mainly familiar with Hermione.

Hera hugged her shoulders and said uncertainly: "It should be unbeatable."

"Uh"

"Let's just wish him luck," Hera whispered.

The duo on stage have already raised their wands.

"Wand up, ready!" cried Lockhart. "When I count to three, I'll cast and disarm - just disarm - we don't want accidents. One—two—three—"

Harry on the stage jerked the magic war over his shoulders, but Draco struck Harry just as he counted to 'two', hitting Harry hard with his wand.

Fortunately, it didn't cause any huge damage to Harry, he just staggered.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the duel here, and they were staring at them intently.

(End of this chapter)