Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

[fainted to the ground]

【Iron Armor】

【…】

The auditorium gradually became quiet, with only the sound of the two professors casting spells echoing. The spells whistled past, and many little witches couldn't help but exclaim.

When they calmed down, they soon realized that the two professors were just demonstrating. Unlike the fierce fight that the little wizards had expected, the two professors fought back and forth, one attacking while the other defending, and then looking for opportunities to seize the opportunity to attack.

The spells released were concentrated in the middle and upper grades, and their difficulty was slightly beyond the level of most students, but still within their reach.

The casting speed is slow, almost a textbook standard action.

They showed more of a rhythm, close to a real wizard duel, but slowed down the process and broke it down so that every student could see it clearly.

[All Immobilized]

【Total Petrochemicals】

【…】

Percy and his girlfriend Penelope stood in the front row, their eyes bloodshot as they didn't blink, not wanting to miss any of the action.

The other students in the audience were also fascinated by the performance.

Several professors watching from a distance noticed something was going on. Duelist Master Flitwick narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the two figures engaged in a fierce duel. He chuckled softly, "I knew it! How could they possibly work so closely together..."

After a few more spells were cast, the audience suddenly discovered that the sound of the professors' spells colliding became lower.

Two beams of light of different colors collided with each other, making a roar like boulders colliding.

Percy and Penelope were so close that they could even feel the strong wind brushing their cheeks and blowing their hair. Percy still didn't want to blink, and tears were glistening in his eyes.

【Thunderbolt Explosion】

【Split into pieces】

【…】

Various defensive and offensive spells cut through the air and whistled across the stage. The battle had already reached a fever pitch, but the two professors remained unhurried, demonstrating every detail clearly. The movements of extending and retracting their wands were unhurried, light and flexible, and even had a hint of elegance.

【God's Shadowless Sword】

[Fire Rage]

"boom!"

The last two black magic spells collided with each other, and orange flames with a scarlet tinge splashed everywhere. When they were about to fall off the stage, they were wrapped in an invisible bubble film, and the bright and hot flames quietly disappeared.

The two professors on the stage stopped at the same time, and their figures bowed, their figures imprinted on the walls of the auditorium.

The young wizard's eyes followed them as they left the stage, and they no longer cared about what Lockhart, who came on stage later, was saying.

"Who do you think is more powerful, Professor Lewynter or Professor Snape?" Seamus, the little troublemaker, tried to stir up trouble.

"Professor Lewynter, he can subdue dragons!" This is a well-informed Hufflepuff.

"I think it was Professor Snape. He was the one who could have poisoned Professor Levent." This was a Slytherin who slandered his own head of house.

Lavender tried to join the discussion: "What about Professor Lockhart?"

All the young wizards around looked up at the professor. His robe was torn and his curly hair was messy. He was no longer as bright and handsome as at the beginning. He was still boasting nonsense.

Regardless of which college they were from, they all looked at each other with disdain.

Lockhart was unaware of this, or perhaps he noticed but didn't care. "The two professors just presented us with a fantastic exhibition match. It was very exciting, but it also had many shortcomings, such as the slow casting speed...

"If I were to fight a snow monster or a werewolf, this slow casting would result in them being torn to pieces by their sharp teeth and claws before I could even finish the spell.

"Okay, that's the end of the demonstration!

"Now it's your turn to divide into groups for duel practice. Form two by two, and let's begin the real duel!"

……

"Li Huo?"

Returning to the group of professors watching, Snape gave Melvin a deep look and said, "Professor Lewyn is also very good at the Dark Arts. How surprising."

"I'm also surprised that Professor Snape is good at normal duels," Melvin replied softly.

"..."

Snape's face darkened.

Several professors nearby began to hold back their laughter again.

Melvin had a faint smile on his face.

He did not deny that he had a stereotype of Snape, thinking that this double agent had a dark and negative personality, and was only good at potions and dark magic. However, after experiencing this duel, his opinion changed a little. This professor was indeed very suitable for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and he was capable of doing it.

Chapter 145 What is the name of your elf?

The magic dome simulates a pitch-black night with dark clouds blocking the moon.

Candlelight flickered, torches lit the walls, and the light no longer covered only the stage.

The students who participated in the duel practice were divided into two groups and scattered throughout the auditorium. There was a fiery look in the eyes of every little wizard. Ever since watching the duel between Professor Lewynter and Professor Snape, everyone was eager to try and couldn't wait to start their own duel.

Ignoring Lockhart's noisy instructions, the young wizards imitated the gestures of the two serious professors, bowing to each other and waving their wands.

The scene suddenly became lively.

For students in middle and high grades, they can imitate the spells quite well. The spells in the textbooks are just enough. Both sides exchange spells with each other and the fight is very intense.

The students in the lower grades suffered a lot. They had not learned many spells, and they just kept repeating the same basic standard spells over and over again. They didn't even have to wait for the opponent to finish reciting the spell. They could tell what kind of magic it was just by looking at the wand waving action, and then cast similar magic to resist.

It's really boring, both sides feel that it's not interesting.

But Lockhart still divides the students into groups according to different colleges, with four colleges arranged in combinations.

The combination of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw is fine, there is no grudge between the two sides. The duel is boring, but it is just practice anyway, so just treat it as a club activity.

The atmosphere in Gryffindor and Slytherin was completely different. They had a group fight last year, and coupled with the grudges accumulated from the Quidditch games, they were usually bound by school rules and had no chance to vent their anger. Now that they met in duel practice, they were like old enemies meeting, and they were extremely jealous of each other.

Lockhart's perfectly arranged grouping pitted Hermione against Millicent, a massive second-year witch, tall, strong, and stocky, with a thick double chin that trembled as she looked up with disdain.

Hermione didn't dare let such an opponent get close to her. Adhering to the tactics she learned in the tutorial class, she maintained a safe casting distance throughout the whole process, not giving Millicent the opportunity to launch a melee attack.

One was thin but agile, the other was strong and clumsy. With the dueling experience accumulated from the two papers, Hermione quickly controlled the rhythm of the battle and led Millicent in circles around the venue.

It attracted the attention of the students around.

Perhaps having noticed this during the Quidditch match, Lockhart put Harry and Draco in the same group, allowing the two Seekers to continue their previous dispute on the dueling field.

Draco was a pure-blood who grew up in a magical family. He played dueling games with his friends before going to school. He also learned a few magic spells outside of textbooks when killing time in his study. He felt that there was no reason why he could not beat Harry, who grew up in a Muggle family.

When Lockhart counted to two, Draco waved his wand in advance, and at the moment the countdown ended, a spell was whistled out.

It was an ordinary little curse, without even a formal name, and he couldn't remember where he had learned it. Its effect was to make the opponent's head feel like being hit by a stew pot, painful but not harmful. It wasn't very powerful and could be cast very quickly.

Harry hadn't expected that this man would not observe dueling etiquette and would attack before the countdown was over. In his haste, he was unable to dodge and was hit. He only felt a dull pain in his forehead, which was annoying.

Harry came to his senses and cast a tickling spell. Silver light penetrated into his body and Draco burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe and his stomach twitched all over. He fell to the ground holding his stomach and twitching. It took him a while to recover and secretly pointed his wand at Harry.

Harry had undergone systematic training in the cram school and never let his guard down, always paying attention to the other side's actions.

For both of them, the real duel has only begun now.

Tarantella Dance

[Retreat the enemy three feet]

[fainted to the ground]

【Expelliarmus】

Draco was holding back a lot of anger, always wanting to pay back for all the losses he had suffered at Harry's hands and win back the points he had lost in Quidditch. Every time he cast a spell, he did it viciously, hoping to win with one strike.

But the battle was more difficult than he expected.

Harry had a different mindset. He had theoretically analyzed many classic duel cases, put together a paper more than ten inches long, and practiced with the top student Hermione. He knew how to control the timing when casting spells, and often didn't care whether he hit the target or not. Whether Draco resisted or dodged, he just pulled him into the rhythm he adapted to.

The difference in mentality was quickly reflected in the battle situation. In just a few rounds, Harry gradually gained the upper hand in the duel.

Draco could feel himself becoming increasingly exhausted, the scales of victory gradually tilting towards the other side. He made up his mind, gritted his teeth and shouted:

【Oolong out of the cave】

The tip of the wand exploded with a bang, and a slender black snake jumped out. Its scales were black and glowed with an ominous glow. It raised its head and bared its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs. It was obvious that it was extremely poisonous.

The students around had already noticed the fierce battle here. When they saw the poisonous snake, they immediately screamed and retreated in fear, leaving a clear space.

The moment Draco cast this magic, he felt a little regretful. Unlike the previous small evil curse, this was already a black magic of the poison level. If it was strictly investigated, he would have violated the school rules and would be deducted points and put in confinement.

Harry looked particularly strange facing the poisonous snake. His eyes were slightly dazed. There was no fear on his face. Instead, he took two steps forward, as if he didn't care about the poison at all.

Ron and Hermione, who had finished fighting in the outer circle, looked at each other and reacted at the same time, showing worried expressions.

"hiss--"

Just as Harry's lips were moving and he was about to speak, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, waking him from that strange state. He raised his head and happened to meet Professor Lewinter's dark and calm eyes.

[The snake disappears and turns into black smoke]

Professor Snape passed by and a white light shot out from the tip of his wand, turning the venomous snake into a wisp of black smoke and dispersing it.

Three minutes later.

"Today's duel practice ends here. Although there were some unpleasant incidents along the way, it did not affect the successful conclusion of our duel club's first event. Since Draco is a first-time offender, as the club's instructor, I will not pursue the matter further..."

Lockhart grinned as he stood on the stage. "We'll be holding activities every Friday night. Any interested students are welcome to participate."

The event ended here.

Harry frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "I was almost speaking Parseltongue just now."

He was still a little worried: "Parseltongue is a very bad thing. It is usually only used by evil dark wizards. If I show Parseltongue in public, I will be regarded as a monster."

"we know."

Hermione walked beside him. "We tried to wink at you, but you didn't see us. Ron leaned over and whispered to you, but you didn't hear us either. Luckily, Professor Lewynter and Professor Snape arrived in time."

Harry had a complicated expression: "I never thought that one day I would thank Snape... Professor."

Just as he was about to express his feelings a few more times, his opponent Draco appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of him. "What are you talking about, you two being so secretive?"