I'm a priest at Hogwarts

But she was fast, and Orlando was faster than her. At this time, there were no other students on the stage dueling. Everyone was divided into two piles, one group hiding behind Snape, and the other group hiding behind Lockhart.

At this time, Hermione had transformed into a turret and kept firing spells. Although these spells were dodged by Orlando, they inevitably hurt other students. This is why as time goes by, no other students dare to do it. Reasons all around them.

"It's so amazing. This is already the No. 20 Five Dispelling Curse. How did Hermione do it so many times in one breath?" Ron's jaw dropped and he mumbled to Harry.

"How do I know," Harry replied somewhat depressedly. He had just been accidentally injured by one of Hermione's spells. "Didn't you notice? The most outrageous thing is Orlando. He didn't even take out his wand. He relied solely on his body. The Dharma escapes all spells.”

As the battle progressed, a green smoke filled the air over the entire venue. Neville and Justin were both lying on the floor, panting. Unfortunately, they were hit by "stray bullets". After all, the auditorium was so big. There were so many students that just Snape and Lockhart couldn't take care of them.

Seeing this, other students formed a group one after another, fearing that they would become the second victim.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Snape took out his wand and cast a spell on the ceiling. A huge ball of light emitted from his wand and exploded in mid-air with an explosion-like sound. A huge sound interrupted Hermione cast the spell. Fortunately, she had exhausted her magic power at this time, so there was no danger of magic backlash.

Panting, Hermione finally managed to stand upright. Although the spell was not counterattacked, the strong dizziness still made him dizzy.

Orlando rushed over in a sprint, quickly supported Hermione, and checked through the power of the soul. After confirming that it was just the magic power that was exhausted and the physical strength was exhausted, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't talk, I will help you go over and have a rest." "

The dizziness made Hermione afraid to open her mouth. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would spit it out.

Snape stood aside in embarrassment, not knowing what to say. Although he was acting in a hurry, he did not consider Hermione's safety after all. Orlando had objections to this and it was understandable that he did not want to talk to him.

"What are you looking at? You losers, you can't even cast such a simple stopping spell, especially you, Longbottom..." Snape vented his inner depression, Neville's pink circle Blushing even harder.

Orlando helped Hermione towards the corner. All the students looked at them without speaking. Their eyes revealed their awe and admiration for the strong.

"Don't talk, Hermione. I'm transmitting your consciousness." Orlando helped Hermione sit cross-legged. "Now listen to me, concentrate on emptying your brain, and take a deep breath to eliminate the air in your body. Imagine that there is a flower blooming in your abdomen. When you inhale to fill your abdomen with air, the petals of the flower unfold; when you exhale to remove the air from the abdomen, the flowers close up. Repeat the cycle without stopping until your mind and mind are united and then start meditating."

Hermione was smart. She didn't panic because of the sudden voice in her head. Out of her trust in Orlando, she let her mind go and followed his guidance to start the first meditation in her life.

At this time, in the center of the stage, Lockhart and Snape began to demonstrate how to use defensive spells to resist the attack of the curse.

"I think it's best for me to teach you how to stop unfriendly magic." Lockhart said, standing in the middle of the auditorium with a panicked expression.

He glanced at Snape and saw the cold light in Snape's black eyes, and immediately looked away. "Please volunteer to come up as a couple - Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, what do you think? Very good, I know you won't refuse, good boy, come here quickly."

"This is not a good idea, Professor Lockhart," said Snape, gliding across the stage like a large, vicious bat. "Longbottom can wreak havoc with even the simplest of spells, and I can Don’t want to cause a big mess.”

"How about Malfoy and Potter?" Snape said with a ferocious smile, as if he wanted to vent all of today's depression on Harry.

"Brilliant!" said Lockhart, motioning Harry and Malfoy to the center of the Great Hall, and the people stepped back to make room for them.

"Why not Orlando, I think he is more powerful?" Harry shouted at Snape.

"Orlando? Do you think ten of you can defeat one of him?" Snape snorted, as if he didn't bother to answer his idiotic question.

"Well, Harry, this is a rare learning opportunity. Listen to me," Lockhart said. "When Draco points his wand at you, this is what you do."

"What to do? Spit at him?" Harry said fiercely, glaring at the back of Snape's head.

Lockhart raised his wand and waved it left and right, trying to conjure complicated tricks, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.Snape sneered from the side, and Lockhart quickly picked up the wand and said playfully: "Ouch - my wand is a little too excited today."

Harry no longer had any hope in Lockhart. He looked down the stage, looking through the dense crowd towards Orlando by the wall. At this moment, he really hoped that Orlando could hold him back from the side.

"Harry, focus, you can do it, you are the best." Ron waved his fist on the stage to encourage him.

Snape approached Malfoy, lowered his head and whispered to him for a few minutes, and Malfoy also sneered.

Harry looked up at Lockhart nervously, wanting to say something, but finally gave up. He felt that instead of asking about the silver pewter spearhead, it would be better to save some energy to fight Malfoy.

"What? Scared?" Malfoy said in a low voice so that Lockhart wouldn't hear.

"Dream." Harry said these words from the corner of his mouth.

Lockhart slapped Harry on the shoulder cheerfully, "Just do what I just did, Harry."

"What, dropped the wand on the ground?" Harry thought he heard wrongly, but at this moment Lockhart jumped off the stage in three steps and two steps at a time, not listening to what he was saying at all.

"This scumbag, bah." Harry spat inwardly.

"Ready? One - two -," Snape ordered.

Harry was smarter this time and raised his wand before he called three, but Malfoy was more cunning than him. When Snape called to prepare, he started to cast the spell, and when he called two When he arrived, his magic spell was ready, and he yelled: "Oolong comes out of the hole!"

A black light shot out from Malfoy's wand and turned into a black mist. A long black snake suddenly jumped out from it and landed heavily on the floor between them. Then it raised its head and prepared to attack.

Harry stood there in panic, the fingers holding the wand turned white from being too hard, his mouth trembled several times, and he couldn't utter a single spell.The crowd under the stage screamed and quickly moved back, leaving a large space vacant.

"Don't move, Potter." Snape said lazily. Apparently, he felt a lot of pleasure when he saw Harry standing there in panic and motionless, staring at the angry snake.