Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"I said only disarmament! Oh my god...oh my god...!"

The two looked around and found that the auditorium was in chaos.

The students, who found wizard duels novel and interesting, obviously regarded the self-defense course as an opportunity to win.

When the disarming spell failed, many people simply used spells they were familiar with to attack each other.

Even when magic failed to work, some people (such as Crabbe) resorted to physical combat.

Apparently not many people hesitated to notice Harry's interaction with Draco.

Lockhart could only run and scream helplessly, but the students naturally ignored him.

It was not until Snape coldly pointed his wand into the air and heard a slight sound that the noisy students quieted down.

"I...I think we should ask everyone to calm down and recruit a group of people to demonstrate for everyone."

"Let me see, let me see..."

"I think it's better to just go with Malfoy and Potter, Professor Lockhart?"

Lockhart seemed to be frightened by the chaos he had caused and was at a loss as to what to do. He just kept shouting nervously until Snape reminded him. Only then did a smile appear on his sweaty face again.

"What a great idea! My two beloved disciples!"

"Oh, what a pity Colin is not here, otherwise this would be a great opportunity to take pictures."

When Lockhart mentioned the word "disciple", Draco clearly saw a flash of pure malice across Severus' face.

Draco and Harry looked at each other again, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor students gathered around them again.

"Come on, don't lose, Harry!"

Ron's encouragement sounded harsh to Draco, and he raised his eyebrows in displeasure as he watched Severus walk towards him.

"Remember the Slytherin spell I taught you when you were little? You can try it."

Severus spoke very quietly, but Draco frowned at that.

"Don't be nervous. It'll be fine. Just think of it as a lesson for those foolhardy Gryffindors."

"A wizard duel requires proper etiquette."

Draco felt relieved when he heard Severus' lazy tone with sarcasm.

He walked up to the stone platform with light steps and found Lockhart gesticulating and demonstrating an extremely complicated wand gesture to Harry, and even his wand fell to the ground with a clang.

After the two men stepped onto the stone platform, the students gathered further.

Only then did Draco see the appearance of the tall Hufflepuff boy.

His imposing face exudes heroic spirit, and his eyes sparkle with confidence.

The aura between the eyebrows reveals that beneath the sunny appearance, there seems to be a deep and delicate shrewdness and refinement hidden.

The boy was watching himself and Harry as they prepared for the duel with great interest.

At the same time, he also discovered that the black-haired girl from Ravenclaw had been standing quietly beside him.

"Begin! Malfoy, Potter, please remember—"

Lockhart was still babbling about something, but Draco was already ignoring him.

Because Harry had stepped forward.

"Are you really going to be serious this time?"

He asked softly in a low voice, and she whispered back.

"Are you scared?"

"It's not that easy."

The two glanced at each other again as Harry answered.

Their faces were serious, but in their eyes there was a faint smile and a desire to compete with each other.

Draco raised his right hand holding the wand, tied a flower in his hair in a chic way, and raised the wand elegantly.

Her slender wrist was level with her brow, and her wand pointed like a dagger at the magical night sky above the restaurant's dome.

The elf-like eyes, with a sharp gaze, looked straight at Harry.

She turned around, put her long legs together, and the heels of her shoes tapped lightly, making a crisp sound.

He counted to three silently in his heart, turned around, swung the wand to the side, and placed his left hand on his waist.

Her robe swayed with her body, and her posture was heroic, as if she was a queen holding a sword to meet the enemy, her elegant and cold aura was intimidating.

This is the duel etiquette of the descendants of the nobles - Draco took a breath and thought secretly in his heart.

Her graceful and neat salute, coupled with her elegant posture, caused all the students in the audience to fall into silence.

After a long while, thunderous applause broke out. Even Ron, with his mouth open, clapped along in a daze.

Harry was also staring in a trance. After a moment, he hurriedly raised his wand and nodded at Draco.

The action was much simpler than Draco's, but the sincerity of the look he gave Draco made her unable to help but avert her eyes.

"Three, two, one. Go."

Lockhart shouted loudly, and Draco's wrist trembled like plucking the strings of a guitar, and his wand drew an arc in the air.

"Oolong out of the cave."

A clear yet sweet spell was uttered, and sparks flashed from the tip of the wand. The arc of nothingness drawn by the tip of the wand immediately generated black smoke, which slowly gathered into a snake shape.

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As the long black snake landed on the stone platform, the students burst into exclamations one after another.

The Slytherin students burst into excited encouragement, but Harry looked at the snake with a serious expression.

While feeling proud of the fact that his spell had successfully frightened Harry, Draco concentrated all his attention on holding his wand, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

He was afraid that if he was distracted for a moment, the wand would lose control and the black snake would really attack.

"Hold still, Potter."

"I'll take care of it."

Came Severus's lazy tone, revealing his pleasure.

It seemed that seeing Harry being frightened by Draco's spell had already satisfied him, and he didn't want to see Draco, who had not slept for days, trying hard to control the cursed snake in front of everyone.

But before Severus could wave his wand, Lockhart had already jumped onto the stone platform and spoke bravely behind Harry.

"let me!"

There was a loud bang so loud that Harry and Draco covered their ears at the same time. They watched the black snake being blown into the air and its body expanding in size.

When the black snake fell in front of Draco, it had grown several times longer.

He straightened his body angrily and rushed straight towards Draco who was right in front of him.

Draco had just raised his wand when he felt a sharp pain in his arm and tears welled up in his eyes from the strong wind.

The giant snake swung its long tail quickly, knocking the wand down.

At the same time, my legs felt a disgusting stickiness and a tightening pain, and the snake's tail had already wrapped around my feet.

Draco was attacked suddenly and lost his weapon to protect himself. He was extremely panicked, but he forced himself to endure the instinct to struggle, while at the same time enduring the discomfort and fear that tightly wrapped around him.

I vaguely felt that the more I struggled, the more brutal the furious black python would become.

Through her tearful eyes, she saw Severus roughly pushing Lockhart aside. Her right hand, which was holding the wand, was entangled by the sleeve of Lockhart's robe when he fell, and she was unable to attack.

In the blur, Hannah saw students running around and covered her mouth nervously.

Next to Hannah, the handsome boy protected the black-haired girl while raising his wand.

Before the boy could cast the spell, a thin figure appeared in front of Draco, walking towards him firmly.

"Hiss...hiss..."

The figure spoke in a deep, angry voice, as if he said something to the black python.

Before he could come to his senses, the black python had already loosened its restraints and quickly retreated away.

My knees felt weak and my mind felt dizzy due to hyperventilation caused by nervousness. Before I fell to the ground, I could feel someone catching me in a stiff but gentle manner.

"Are you OK!"

The figure was concerned and anxious, but Draco could only close his eyes deeply, slow his breathing, and calm himself.

Only gradually did I see clearly that the person who was supporting me had a pair of breathtakingly green eyes.

"Porter...?"

Dimly calling out the name of the one who protected me,

Watching Harry's worried face become more and more clear in front of him.

Suddenly, I felt a suffocating heat in my head. I quickly pushed him away and took a few steps back.

Just when I remembered that I hadn't thanked him yet, doubts flashed through my mind unconsciously—

Harry Potter, the boy who defeated the Dark Lord, speaks Parseltongue?