All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 180 Let’s Duel

March 29th was another day of chaos at Hogwarts.

Every day there were hundreds of Muggle wannabes trying to break into the school and communicate with Lockhart. Some things are weird, and everyone knows what kind of thing Gilderoy Lockhart is - uneducated, sneaky, and plagiarizing other people's experiences for profit - but even so, the admirers are There was an endless stream.

It turns out that what most people in the world admire is not a certain person, but the reputation of that person. So even if a heinous guy is famous, he will gain fans, and there will be people who will try their best to clear his name. What kind of villain is Lockhart? He's just a fool.

When the laughter and screams of students filled the corridor again, it was known that Lockhart's magic had caused trouble again. Someone played a trick on him in the toilet, causing the urinal to explode and water pouring over his head.

Lockhart tried to clean himself up, but instead he conjured firecrackers, exploding the cesspit, and flying shovels everywhere.As for himself, all the clothes on his body were blown up, his headgear was blown off, his whole body was pitch-black like a marinated egg, and there were still dirty things hanging on him. There was nothing more stupid than this.

"Enough is enough!" Some well-meaning students complained, "Stop bullying him."

"He won't be mad. It's no big deal."

Indeed, even if Lockhart was reduced to this state, he would just run out and find a place to cry.

"He's human and he gets upset. You villains."

When the professor arrived, he deducted house points from all the students who bullied Lockhart, mainly Slytherins, and some Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

After several days of special training, the idiot wizard's spellcasting ability is still disappointing. Maybe the magic is rejecting him.

Professor McGonagall skipped the basic theory and directly directed Lockhart to cast [Curse of Real Name]. She knew that this was building a hanging garden, but that was the end of the matter, and there was no other better way.

"Lockhart, you must cast this spell. It is your only hope of defeating the Dark Lord, and your only hope of survival."

Lockhart's expression seemed to be holding back his urine very hard, but it failed as expected.

"Oh, you go back."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." The idiot wizard bowed politely to McGonagall, his eyes shining brightly. In the seven years that Lockhart had been at school, he was not as polite or sincere as he is now.

Mag watched the silly boy staggering out of the classroom, and suddenly felt very unfair.The death of an evil Lockhart is not a pity, but the death of a good man with amnesia is not in vain.

"Hey, De Lin. Let's have lunch together?" Lockhart liked Lind very much because he never bullied him or looked at him strangely, which made Lockhart feel respected.

Linde did not refuse, Gildero after amnesia is not annoying, on the contrary, he still has a cute temperament.

"Mr. Lockhart, how are you doing with your magic?"

"Huh? Well, I still have no idea. It's important to eat first." Lockhart smiled stupidly. With such a mature adult's face, he made people laugh at the stupid things he did.

Lockhart ate voraciously. When he ate the sausage for the first time, he stood directly on the stool, like Monkey King eating noodles, pulled up the sausage and gnawed it from the bottom up. At that time, everyone in the auditorium laughed like crazy.

"De Lin, do you know what I was like before? I asked Dumbledore, and he told me not to look into the past. Said to trust the name, but I think 'Gideroy Lockhart' is far from I'm so far away. It's like a stranger, nothing to do with me."

"You used to be a well-known writer." Linde briefly mentioned, "The first time we met was at Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley. You have always been very 'enthusiastic' to me and even promised to give me a gift. It’s an autobiography.”

"Haha, what's the matter? If I can survive, I will write a copy and send it to you. But I don't know how to write." He smiled brightly and his eyes were clear.

Linde smiled, "It's okay, you just need to perform to your heart's content. I will help you finish it."

On March 30th, as the date of the duel approached, Lockhart still failed to learn the [True Name Curse], and his spellcasting ability was still in short supply.

Faced with this situation, Professor Flitwick proposed to let Lockhart participate in several real wizard duels. As the saying goes, it is useless to sharpen the gun in battle. At least learning the rules of duels will enable him to behave like a wizard when he dies at the hands of Grindelwald. professional.

So under the leadership of several professors, the Duel Club was established at Hogwarts. The original intention was to train Lockhart, but it was temporarily decided to invite students to participate and it became a group activity.

At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered in the auditorium.

It had been arranged in advance, the long tables were removed, and a gilded stage was placed in the middle, covered with a green flannel cloth.

The auditorium was brilliantly lit with hundreds of burning candles floating under the dome. The students were holding their wands one by one, looking excited, and the crowd was jostling and chattering.

About five minutes after eight o'clock, the professors arrived one after another.

The petite Flitwick, with a flushed face, stepped onto the stage and bowed around, to applause.

"Thank you, thank you everyone. The purpose of holding the Dueling Club this time, I think all the students are aware of it. Our Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart will face the terrifying Dark Lord Grindelwald the day after tomorrow!"

There was silence in the auditorium for a moment, and Grindelwald's name made the group of students afraid to speak out.

"But now Mr. Lockhart has a slight problem. His magic has not been able to reach the ideal level, so we plan to let him experience the feeling of dueling. Maybe he can perform miracles. In short, before the official start Before that, Professor McGonagall and I will give a demonstration."

Professor McGonagall, who has always been dignified, changed into a neat robe today, with tightly tied cuffs, women's trousers, and a pair of flat shoes. She looked quite chic and agile.

"About dueling, I think Ms. Moon Shadow has taught you a lot of knowledge. Some of you are eager to give it a try. You will have the opportunity to show off your talents later. Now Professor McGonagall and I will demonstrate the process of a regular wizard duel."

Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were about six or seven steps apart and bowed to each other, showing full respect.

"Next, we'll count to three. Then we'll start casting spells on each other."

The students were all discussing in low voices the outcome of the duel.

"One - two - three!" The two people on the stage raised their wands at the same time.

"[Expelliarmus]!" This short voice belonged to Professor Flitwick. The end of his wand shot out a red light and rushed towards the silent Professor McGonagall.

And just when everyone thought that Professor McGonagall was about to lose because she spoke too slowly, the stage cloth in front of her suddenly rose like a wave.Flitwick's spell landed on the raised stage cloth, blasting it into a tumbling burst before disappearing into thin air.

Professor McGonagall's courage was like a goddess lifting huge waves from the sea. She flicked her wand down, and the waves of the stage cloth quickly moved along the surface.

"[Many obstacles]!" Professor Flitwick reacted quickly, and the steps erected on the ground blocked the moving tablecloth.

They came and fought against each other, and the confrontation between spells and transfiguration was dazzling, and the students burst into exclamations from time to time in the audience.The professors were also fascinated, nodding their heads in approval from time to time.

In the end, Professor Flitwick was slightly better, and his spell grabbed the wand before Professor McGonagall could cast it.

There was warm applause in the auditorium.

Next, it was Lockhart's turn to play.

"Come on Mr. Lockhart!" Applause that was ten times louder than before broke out. The students jumped, laughed, and whistled. The crowd held up support signs and posters, and used magic to create flying ribbons.

This man stood on the stage with an awkward expression. His opponent was Snape who looked impatient. Lockhart followed suit and bowed, shouting one, two, three, and then was defeated by an [Expelliarmus]. He He was knocked off the stage by a powerful spell, slid on the floor, and got under the skirt of a Hufflepuff female student before stopping.

The students whispered to each other, some laughed, and some sighed.

"It's unbelievably stupid."

"He's definitely dead."

Professor Flitwick's expression remained unchanged, "Okay, let's divide into groups and try to have a duel." He encouraged Lockhart to fight more with the students, and the little wizards also began to choose their opponents.

Ah, I went hiking today. I'm so tired. I haven't exercised for a long time.Everyone should also pay attention to exercise.