The audience burst into laughter.
Harry, who was already feeling awkward, was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look at them.
For a boy who was only twelve years old, such a socially mortifying scene was obviously a bit too much.
Lockhart also felt ashamed.
After all, Harry was chosen by him, and he represented his reputation.
It was one thing to be defeated by Snape in one move, but the person he chose was the same!
Wasn't this blatantly telling everyone that he was inferior to Snape in both vision and ability?
How could someone like him, who loved to show off, stand it!
Lockhart took out his wand, aimed it at Harry in mid-air, and was about to cast a spell!
An awkward scene ensued.
Harry, who had already given up struggling, saw him point his wand at him the moment he spotted the other man.
Memories of the past instantly surfaced in his mind.
The feeling of having his bones removed on the Quidditch pitch remained vivid in his memory.
He twisted his body desperately, disregarding everything else.
He'd rather lose face than let Lockhart's curse hit him!
Lockhart noticed this too, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
"Don't move, Harry!"
"I'll break the curse for you!"
Harry struggled even harder upon hearing this.
Lockhart ignored everything and immediately cast a spell to stop Harry.
Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief as the spell was successfully cast.
But an even more awkward situation arose.
The essence of the spell-stopping technique was to use powerful magic to forcibly terminate other spells.
The basis for all of this was that the caster's strength or magic was already greater than the opponent's!
Just like Nicolas Flamel, in the Paris cemetery, who joined forces with a group of Aurors to unleash its advanced version of the Finite Incantatem.
But with Lockhart's skill level being only decent at Obliviate, and his ability to successfully cast other spells depending on luck, how could he possibly end Argus's spell!
The magic struck the ropes binding Harry, but didn't even cause them to tremble.
Argus sneered inwardly.
If you want to save face for yourself, you should at least consider your own capabilities, right?
Don't you know your own limitations?
Did you use Finite Incantatem?
You've completely disgraced the Hogwarts professors!
Seeing Snape's face fall again, Argus sighed and lifted the spell.
He raised his wand and bowed.
This signaled the end of the duel.
Harry was still groaning from his sore bottom and was completely unaware of everything.
It was only after Lockhart reminded him that he got up and finished.
"Everyone saw the duel between Mr. Potter and Mr. Grindelwald!"
"Now, let's welcome the next group!"
Lockhart desperately tried to save face, his eyes darting around.
Ultimately, the suspect was identified as Harry's friend Ron.
In his mind, the Weasleys were poor, but each one was more powerful than the last.
Ron must feel the same way!
He pointed his wand at Ron.
"Mr. Ronald Weasley, give us a demonstration!"
Ron had never been valued like this before.
The boy's boastful nature was on full display at this moment.
He stepped onto the stage, looking triumphantly at the Slytherin members.
Snape didn't waste any words and directly ordered Draco to take the stage.
Two sworn enemies met again.
The two hadn't even made a move yet, but the atmosphere was already thick with tension!
The Slytherin and Gryffindor members below cheered and encouraged the two with all their might.
Ron, beaming with pride and enjoying the attention, taunted Draco, "Evil Malfoy! Let me teach you a lesson!"
Draco scoffed and slowly walked to the center of the stage.
"Wand ready!"
Lockhart shouted, drawing back the curtain on the battle.
The two walked to opposite ends of the stage, gripped their wands, and assumed fighting stances.
Unlike Argus, they had not suffered countless assassination attempts, and their understanding of magical duels was limited to casting spells on the spot.
Lockhart, making a concerted effort to make his presence known, continued, "Listen to me count to three, and I will begin casting the spell."
"You may only use weapons that deplete your magic wand. Once the opponent loses their wand, you must stop!"
"I don't want any more accidents to happen!"
"One!"
"Two!"
Before he could even count to three, Ron made his move first!
With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a spell!
"Rictusempra!"
Green light surged along Ron's wand.
But he seemed to have forgotten that his wand was made of two pieces glued together with electrical tape.
He had made several embarrassing mistakes in class.
The spell failed to be released; instead, it returned along the wand handle!
"Hahaha..."
Ron's eyes were filled with terror, but he couldn't stop laughing.
Slytherins burst into unrestrained laughter from below the stage, and even the Gryffindors couldn't help but turn their heads.
How embarrassing!
They had nothing to say about being struck by Draco's curse.
But since you got into this state because of your own magic, no one would dare to say anything.
Ron grew increasingly agitated, covering his mouth with one hand and pointing his wand at Draco with the other.
"Leg-Locker Curse... Hahaha... Stop right now... Haha... Die!"
He managed to utter the incantation with difficulty.
His wand was kind enough this time not to redirect the spell back.
A sparse white light swayed and flew towards Draco.
The speed wasn't particularly fast; at least in Argus's eyes, most people could react in time.
Draco swayed back and forth, looking like he wanted to dodge but didn't know how.
After swaying around for a while, he still got hit!
He took the hit head-on and was sent flying a long way.
The two legs were tied together.
Argus, watching from below the stage, frowned.
"It seems Slytherin needs to work on their dueling skills."
"They didn't even try to hide from such an obvious intention."
Snape, with a look of disgust, picked Draco up from the ground, threw him forcefully, and put him back on the stage.
Draco, feeling ashamed, angrily shook his wizard robes.
You've angered me, Weasley!
"Watch me!"
"Serpensortia!"
A cloud of black mist burst open from the tip of Draco's wand, and a long snake flew out.
It landed in the center of the stage!
The highly venomous cobra flicked its tongue and hissed.
This terrified countless young wizards.
"Get out of the way, Draco."
Snape said lazily, "I'll take it away."
"Let me do it, Professor Snape!"
Upon seeing that it was just a small snake, Lockhart felt confident that he had succeeded again.
They were all eager to get rid of the snake.
He raised his wand and defiantly flicked it.
Bang!
A muffled thud!
The cobra didn't disappear; instead, it was thrown several meters into the air!
It was hurled heavily to the ground.
The snake, enraged by being flung, hissed in a chilling manner.
It flicked its tongue and charged toward the nearest target!
Argus remembered that person; he was from Hufflepuff.
His name was Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Both his parents were Muggles, and he was among the few Hufflepuff wizards who were prejudiced against Slytherin.
While everyone else fled in panic, only Harry stood there, walking blankly toward the cobra.
Strange sounds were coming from his mouth.
Like the hiss of a snake!
Then, something shocking happened.
The cobra turned its head to look at Harry, but did not launch any attack.
It then turned its attention to Justin Finch-Fletchley.
It kept flicking its tongue!
Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them, even Snape's eyes showed disbelief.
After about ten seconds, Harry looked up.
He had expected his reassurance to earn the praise of the crowd and the gratitude of Justin Finch-Fletchley.
But all that met him were countless horrified and angry stares!
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