Chapter 68 Snape and Harry (seeking to read~)

They walked to the left and right ends of the stage.

"The wizard duel requires the necessary etiquette." Lockhart showed his teeth and smiled brightly. "First of all, we must show respect to our opponents."

He turned his head, looked at Snape, and bowed properly.

Snape was not very willing and reluctantly pointed his head.

"I really hope that when I encounter a basil monster, it can be so polite." A senior Gryffindor wizard spoke up dissatisfiedly, "It's so weird that you have to bow before a fight."

The Slytherins did not comment to the contrary this time, and they nodded in agreement.

Fighting is fighting.

Victory is the most important thing.

If a sneak attack can win, it must be a sneak attack!

"Dear Professor." Harry walked up to him and pulled his sword out of the school hat, "Please give me some advice."

The crowd's eyes suddenly fell on Harry.

He shook his wand, and the slender wooden stick flew around his fingertips.

He walked off the stage.

Venom sprayed by bat spirit.

It's poison!

"To let you see the difference between a little wizard and a real wizard."

Ron gloated: "I knew he would be in a mess."

"It can resist almost all evil curses except the unforgivable mantra."

Snape sneered and threw his wand over.

This man has melee ability.

"Of course." Harry agreed.

"The Transformation Curse is so rude? Professor McGonagall can cry." Snape's tone was chilling, and with a wave of his wand, the flames surged out, rolling to meet him, swallowing all the white wolves.

"But you have noticed it too. The spell I used just now, the one that resisted the disarming spell, was the iron armor spell. Yes, it was this extremely profound spell that some Aurors could not use. Only a spell that could be released by an excellent wizard like me."

"A disarming spell, this is the best spell used in duels, causing the other party to lose his wand."

"Destroy your weapons!"

Being close to him...

Snape's face changed and he lost his vision of Harry.

"I wonder if you would like to have a duel with me..." Lockhart stiffened and took a deep breath, "Would you like to have a duel with my assistant Professor Snape?"

He hasn't finished pronunciation of the ending sound of "two".

Snape was impatient and was ready to move, trying to aim his wand directly at him.

Another magic wand raised.

Invisible magic comes.

Paralysis, disorder, dementia... He immediately analyzed the types of these poisons from the complex smell.

"Is that?" Harry asked, waving his wand again, "What about that?"

"Armor protection!" Snape abandoned the attack.

The Iron Armor Curse is a profound magic.

Both of them stood stiffly, and none of them seemed to bow their heads.

The white wolf in the flames transformed into more than twenty archers, and the burning arrows of fire shot towards Snape like rain.

Lockhart ran over and naturally acted as a referee: "Now, bow!"

"This is a demonstration by Professor Snape and I for everyone."

"Armor protection!"

Lockhart was also very proud, but he had not had time to laugh.

After a while, he got up on the stage. His robe was scattered, his buttons were opened several times, and his hat fell to the ground. He picked it up, patted the ashes, put it on his head again, and said dryly: "Okay! Everyone has seen it."

On the stage, the two wizards stood up in front of their chests. Lockhart turned his head and continued to introduce to the young wizards: "Often after we salute, we will pose for duels, just like this-"

With the teaching quality of Hogwarts's black magic defense science classes over the past few decades, it is really strange that Lockhart can perform it.

The white light shone out at the tip of Lockhart's wand, an invisible barrier protected his body, and the disarm curse hit him hard, and with a clang, it turned out and hit the candlestick beside him.

The crowd automatically moves away from the space they feel is enough.

"Okay, you don't need this." Lockhart laughed awkwardly, "Then one, two..."

Lockhart became an obstacle in the middle.

Harry sniffed his nose gently.

He suddenly called out.

"Put your disgusting tone!" Snape gritted his teeth.

The effect of flame and deformation dissipated in an instant, and the wood fragments were still smashed hard. The blunt weapon had no penetration force of the sharp weapon. They hit the iron armor spell and bounced around.

"one two three--"

A red light shot out from Snape.

"Destroy your weapons!"

Lockhart looked a little confused. He didn't expect that he could only hold on for a wave.

"Then come on stage." Lohart waved happily.

A rich mist gushed out.

Lockhart leaned over and caught it in a panic: "The demonstration ends here, but-"

The second disarming spell shot, and the iron armored spell used by his barren magic could not stop the second one. The barbaric impact force made him lean back and sit down heavily, and the magic wand in his hand flew high and fell into Snape's hand.

Harry shook his head: "It's hard to imagine that he can cast the armor spell."

McGonagall couldn't wait to wave his wand and quit the stage - Lockhart, who was still standing on the stage, was not ready, and staggered and almost fell down again.

"Professor Snape's choice is very good. When he saw me adopting a defensive strategy, he kept attacking. Of course, I let the people know what the duel is like."

Snape flipped his hand and took out a few bottles of potions from his robe, and threw them to the ground. The potion splashed out, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding mist dyed a brilliant blue-blue color.

And at this same time.

Harry, Snape, and even the other professors all had a hint of surprise on their faces.

Harry rolled and flashed.

"Mr. Porter!"

Snape shook his head and looked at McGonagall: "Potter and I don't have such fancy things."

"The curse is stopped!"

"The clouds and mists are floating." One second after the curse stop takes effect, Harry recited the spell.

He hung upside down uncontrollably, his loose robe fell down, revealing his dense chest hair and his belly that had been specially treated without a trace of hair.

"The degree of manipulation of the wand is also the key to reflecting the level of the duel." He was proud and looked at the increasingly gloomy face opposite, and then he was a little restrained. "We will cast the first spell when counting to three. Of course, we will not harm the other party's life."

Just as the sound of "Rui" fell, the two of them raised their wands high at the same time.

"The most important thing in duels is not just offense and defense, but also... well... and the concept of fighting!"

He shouted in lengthening his tone.

"Professor, you love this spell so much." Harry waved his wand, and the chairs in the distance jumped over, turning into dozens of white wolves, and slapped at Snape, "Because of this spell, is there anything unpleasant to my father?"

Snape looked at the peacock in surprise. How could such an opportunity be given to him? The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

The battle of the potionist is really luxurious. These bottles of high-quality potions can be sold at least in Shijialong.

What a pity...

Useless.

Harry tasted these poisons, and the witch hunter's physique was still effective. As long as his mind was not stuffed with feces, he would drink forty or fifty bottles in one breath, which would not affect him at all.

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