Chapter 67 Snape, you are so Gryffindor!

Almost all young wizards are as worried as Hermione.

They believe in Hogwarts, they believe in the professors, and trust is not a magic spell that can solve the basilisk.

This dark magical creature is certainly terrifying.

But what they fear most is...

Obviously the professors are fully prepared, and "roosters" can be seen everywhere in the castle.

But some students were still attacked.

It was obviously Christmas vacation, and those were the only people left in the school.

But no progress was made in this matter.

Where is the basilisk?

Where is the secret room?

Hufflepuff cast a look of pity on Lockhart.

But thank God, he still knew that the basilisk lays eggs, so he didn't make a bigger joke.

"So tonight, I will be in the auditorium to teach you some of the magic that you are most interested in, how to better protect yourself."

As we all know, "courage" is the symbol of Gryffindor. Lockhart's seemingly complimentary words were undoubtedly pointing at Snape's nose and saying: "You are very Gryffindor!"

"I hope you all can come and take a look."

I saw people around me nodding reluctantly.

"Of course, don't worry, I will be careful to keep my hand and return your Potions professor to you safe and sound." Lockhart spread his hands, not foreseeing the danger, and said in a proud tone, "If you take up two classes at the same time, your Potions professor will be safe and sound."

Professor Hart will not have time to respond to fan letters."

Especially this week, Slytherin was very arrogant - the heir was not caught, and he could continue to threaten other young wizards. Their praises became more and more fierce. Slytherin was indeed the greatest!

"Look, you all look sad." A few minutes before get out of class ended, Lockhart tugged on his collar, "Can it be that taking your favorite Professor Lockhart's class can't make you happy anymore? ?"

How could the "heir" who caused such a big incident be a girl?

The Slytherins frowned.

At the critical moment, he found the heir who was controlled by black magic items and started a life-and-death struggle with her. Unfortunately, at the most critical moment, he accidentally let her escape.

McGonagall waved her wand and removed the long tables representing the four colleges, leaving a large open space.

Where is the successor?

They asked the professors, but the professors remained silent. Oh... it wasn't like no one spoke up at all. Lockhart just boasted in his class.

Snape also had a look of disgust on his face.

The little wizards were surprised.

The last class in the first week of school in the new year.

They were lively and discussing the duel club. This was good news. It would be even better if Professor Flitwick could handle it.

The lower the grade, the more significant this phenomenon is.

After beating them, they found that the wands could not be used with their fists.

Neville came down from the podium unhappy. He had just finished performing with Lockhart the story of the "heroic wizard" subduing the werewolves, winning twenty points for Gryffindor.

If this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor were to read books on basic creatures of the dark arts, he would never say such outrageous things - the basilisk does not lay eggs, it is an "artificial magical creature that hatches rooster eggs from toads"

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But this did not make the little wizards happy.

Lockhart increased his voice: "Then I think the better news I'm going to say next will definitely make you happy again."

"I also got a few basilisk eggs, but unfortunately I was too hungry at the time, so I fried them and ate them, otherwise I could show them to you guys."

"As we all know, Professor Flitwick is a famous dueling champion."

Dinner is over.

Lockhart walked up to her, with a flattering face and a pleading look. He didn't know what he said. He kept pestering her for a long time, but McGonagall reluctantly raised her wand again, conjuring a gorgeous stage with gold rims.

"I, Lockhart..." He announced his long list of titles again, "I know your concerns. Young wizards should indeed master some stronger spells."

At the teacher's table, Flitwick's expression turned cold. His words were good, but when they came out of Lockhart's mouth, they seemed so unpleasant.

He smiled even brighter: "Some people heard me say it in class, and some people saw the notice in the foyer. I can only say that the little wizards who are willing to come are very lucky!"

Ron covered his face with "Standard Spell Level 2" and muttered: "We would be happier if we didn't have to take his class."

It's not a big deal for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor to watch the fun.

"And I, an excellent wizard born in Ravenclaw, have also achieved some success in dueling. As written in my book, I am also a very excellent dueling master."

Lockhart raised his wand, thought for a while, then picked up the chalk and wrote a series of words on the blackboard: "I made a request to Professor Dumbledore, and got his permission, to open a dueling club in the castle!

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He hurriedly thanked Mag and quickly ran to the stage.

Talk about how you saved Hogwarts from disaster during the Christmas vacation.

The students only listened to him for fun, no one took his words seriously.

"How do you turn a male egg into an omelette? Hagrid is definitely better at it than he is."

But all that came out of Lockhart's mouth was: "I killed a basilisk in Turku back then. Don't worry, I will protect Hogwarts!"

Let’s not say whether Lockhart has that ability.

Every little wizard hopes to learn even a little bit of real skills from Lockhart.

One was lying in the school infirmary, one was a half-blood Hufflepuff, and the last one was a pure-blood - but she was a Gryffindor.

Compared with one's own safety, scores seem not that important.

Lockhart seemed... to have actually done something useful.

There are only three witches who stay at school for Christmas.

"How should a powerful and excellent wizard conduct war?"

"Come around, everyone come around." Lockhart waved to the little wizards excitedly, "Can everyone hear me?"

Harry and the others have Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes: "What can he teach us?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked Lockhart up and down, like a poisonous snake before it pounces on its prey, quietly considering which part to start with.

Lockhart continued his rhetoric.

The little wizards grumbled, complaining softly like Ron.

Especially at this critical moment.

They have long longed for a duel, a battle like a real wizard, especially Gryffindor - their disputes with Slytherin usually start with pulling out the wand and end with them being separated by the professor waving the wand.

"In order to prevent you from misunderstanding that I bully the elderly..." Flitwick's face turned darker.

The Slytherins were so anxious for their own headmaster that they immediately cast a curse on him and beat him to death.

"I invited Professor Snape to be my assistant. He himself knows a thing or two about dueling. Although it is dangerous, for the sake of the lovely students, he bravely offered to do a duel with me before class.

A small demonstration.”

The students rolled their eyes after hearing this.

"Can we begin?" Snape interrupted his tirade and walked onto this very grand stage with some reluctance.

"Of course, you should ask Professor Snape if you are ready." Lockhart took out his wand, "An excellent wizard like me is always ready."

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