As expected.
At 3 p.m., Snape personally ordered Argus to lead the registered Slytherin members to the classroom.
It's called a classroom, but it's actually a small auditorium.
The space had been converted into a club room.
A long stage stood in the center, covered with a gorgeous cloth featuring a crescent pattern.
A bonfire burned around the room.
The ceiling had quietly turned into a bottomless darkness.
Many people gathered around the stage, chattering and discussing.
"Argus, who do you think will be the professor forming the club?"
"I bet it's Professor Flitwick. He's the dueling champion and the head of Ravenclaw."
"Only he has the ability and the idea!"
"Heh! You're overthinking it." Argus didn't even lift his eyelids.
To him, this level of duel was no different from children playing around.
If Snape hadn't spoken up, he wouldn't have even glanced at it.
"Not Professor Flitwick?" Draco asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Look at this decoration. In the entire Hogwarts, who likes this kind of colorful stuff the most?"
Draco glanced around, as if he had thought of something.
The smile on his face froze instantly: "No...no way..."
"Could it be..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure he least wanted to see walked onto the stage from a distance.
Lockhart, dressed in a flamboyant outer robe, walked toward the crowd with a wide, toothy smile and a wave.
"Hurry up and come over here, can everyone see me?"
"Can everyone hear me?!"
Upon seeing that the professor who had come was Lockhart, many people couldn't help but show disappointment.
Draco looked at Argus with a mournful expression.
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
"Why weren't you told beforehand! You made me waste my time coming here!"
"No, it's not that bad," Argus reassured him. "At least... you can take this opportunity to teach Ron a lesson.
As he spoke, Lockhart casually flipped his robe dramatically!
This drew cheers from a large group of little witches.
"Very terrible things have happened in recent weeks, so Professor Dumbledore has given me permission to form this dueling club."
"Let me train you all so that you can protect yourselves if needed someday in the future!"
"Just like the countless defenses I've made before."
"For more details, please refer to my book."
Lockhart never stops talking about his books; that's him.
"That's all bullshit. If he were really that good, how come he couldn't even handle a few Cornish pixies!"
"Exactly! If I had known it was him who built the club, I definitely wouldn't have come."
"Me too!"
The crowd below buzzed with discussion, and seeing that many people were about to leave, Lockhart hurriedly brought up Snape to calm things down.
"Let me introduce my assistant to you all!"
"Professor Snape!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Snape walked over from the other side of the stage.
His face was as black as charcoal.
He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with this arrangement.
Lockhart seemed oblivious to this and continued, "Professor Snape is willing to cooperate with me in giving a small demonstration."
"But don't worry, I will never harm your Potions professor."
"Don't be afraid!"
Oh no, something terrible was about to happen!
Argus closed his eyes and even figured out how many spells would land on Lockhart.
As the student who had the most contact with Snape, Argus clearly sensed that Snape was trying his best to restrain his urge to take action.
It wasn't hard to tell from his ability to ambush and instantly disarm Flitwick later on!
Snape's strength was estimated to be among the highest level, second only to great wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort.
If he were to actually fight Lockhart, the odds would probably be 30/70.
Lockhart died in seven different ways in three minutes.
Snape didn't say a word from beginning to end. He silently drew his wand, held it upright in front of his chest, and swung it forcefully.
He bowed and turned around.
Each took their turn at a corner of the stage.
"One, two, three!"
Just as Lockhart struck a pose and the countdown ended, a blinding light, like the sun, shone so brightly that everyone in the auditorium couldn't open their eyes.
And it sped off toward Lockhart.
He didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying.
He lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Only then did Snape's incantation begin.
"Expelliarmus!"
For the first time, Argus realized that magic could be unleashed first and the spell named afterward.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an astonishing discussion!
The Slytherins' faces flushed with excitement as they clapped enthusiastically for their Head of House.
Draco's hands were red from clapping!
Some of the litte witches jumped up and down in anxiety, worried sick about Lockhart.
"Cough cough! Ugh!"
Lockhart almost vomited from being hit by Snape.
Struggling to his feet, he stubbornly insisted, "Don't blame me for being blunt, Professor Snape."
"I was just demonstrating. Your intentions were too obvious; I saw right through them."
"If I wanted to stop it, it would be incredibly easy!"
Snape's lips twitched; unwilling to listen to the other's boasting any longer, he interrupted directly.
"Perhaps we should teach students how to resist curses."
"This will be more effective."
As he spoke, he pulled out his wand again.
Lockhart's expression changed, fearing that he would make another move.
Unconsciously, he took two steps back.
Realizing his lapse in composure, he quickly tried to cover it up, saying, "That is indeed a good suggestion, Professor Snape!"
"Let's find a pair of volunteers to demonstrate first."
"Potter, come up here!"
Upon seeing Harry walk onto the stage, Snape spoke with ill intent.
"I recommend students from my house."
"Argus Grindelwald!"
Argus sighed softly.
Well!
He knew he couldn't avoid it.
A Levitation Charm carried him to the center of the stage.
His appearance sparked another round of cheers from the crowd.
Especially the Slytherins, who practically screamed until their voices were hoarse!
The group of little witches' eyes lit up.
Lockhart felt a pang of jealousy.
In contrast, Harry seemed utterly devastated.
The shadow of last year's trophy room was still vivid in his mind.
Neither he nor Ron had been a match for Argus, let alone now that he was alone!
Wouldn't he just be dangled in the air and thrashed?
He turned his head and looked at Lockhart pleadingly, but Lockhart was too busy being jealous to pay any attention to him.
Left with no other choice, Harry had to bite the bullet and go for it!
Argus walked to the center of the stage, bowed, and then turned to the edge.
The countdown ended with Lockhart counting down one, two, three.
A pale yellow beam of light shot out from his wand!
"Levicorpus!"
Harry didn't have time to react, or even raise his wand, before he was hanging upside down in mid-air.
His whole body swayed and struggled like a silkworm cocoon.
Snape finally managed a slight smile.
His eyes brimmed with pleasure!
In the dim light, the hanging face seemed to merge with a familiar face from memory.
Similar scenarios had appeared in his imagination more than once.
Now, it had finally happened!
Looking into Snape's dazed eyes, Argus couldn't help but silently mourn for Harry.
Who told you to have such a terrible father!
School bullying and stealing someone's childhood sweetheart!
If we don't cause trouble for you, who will we cause trouble for?
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