Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 68 Snape and Harry (read more~)

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

"Wizard duels require necessary etiquette." Lockhart bared his teeth and smiled brightly. "First of all, we must show respect to our opponents."

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

Not very willing, Snape reluctantly nodded his head.

"I wish I could be so polite when I meet the basilisk." A senior Gryffindor wizard said dissatisfiedly, "It's weird to bow before fighting."

The Slytherins didn't disagree this time, they nodded approvingly.

A fight is a fight.

Winning is all that matters.

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

On the stage, the two wizards held their wands upright in front of their chests. Lockhart turned his head and continued to introduce to the young wizards: "Usually after saluting, we will put on a duel pose, like this—"

He flicked his wand, and the slender stick twirled around his fingertips.

Snape was impatient, ready to point his wand directly at him.

"The degree of manipulation of the wand is also the key to reflect the level of a duelist." He was triumphant, looking at the increasingly gloomy face on the opposite side, and then restrained a little, "We will cast the first one on the count of three. The spell, of course, and neither of us would kill the other."

"one two Three--"

He shouted in a drawn out tone.

The moment the sound of "Rui" fell, the two raised their wands high at the same time.

"Except your weapons!"

A red light shot out, coming from Snape.

"Armor protection!"

White light shone from the tip of Lockhart's wand, an invisible barrier protected his body, the Disarming Curse slammed into it, leaned out with a bang, and hit the candlestick beside him.

A trace of surprise appeared on the faces of Harry, Snape, and even the other professors.

Lockhart was also very proud, but he hadn't had time to laugh yet.

"Except your weapons!"

The second Disarming Curse came, and the Iron Armor Curse cast by his meager mana couldn't stop the second shot. The brutal impact made him fall back and sit down heavily, the wand in his hand flew high, falling to the ground. into Snape's hands.

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

Harry shook his head: "It's unimaginable that he can cast the Iron Armor Curse."

The Iron Armor Curse is a kind of profound magic.

With the teaching quality of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes at Hogwarts in the past few decades, it is really a rare thing that Lockhart can perform it.

Lockhart looked a little dazed, he didn't expect that he could only hold on for a while.

After a while, he got up with the help of the stage, his robe was in a mess, several buttons were undone, and his hat fell on the ground, he picked it up, patted the ashes, put it on his head again, and said dryly: "Okay! Everyone saw it."

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

"A disarming spell, which is the best spell to use in a duel, to make the opponent lose his wand."

"But you've also noticed, the spell I just used, the one that resisted the Disarming Curse, is the Iron Armor Curse, that's right, it's this extremely profound spell, some Aurors can't use it, only people like me A spell that can only be released by such an excellent wizard."

"It can resist almost all jinxes except the Unforgivable Curses."

"The most important thing about a duel is not only offense and defense, but also...well...and the fighting concept!"

"Professor Snape's choice is very good. He saw that I was adopting a defensive strategy, so he continued to attack. Of course, I let the water go. I can't really fight. Just let you have a rough understanding of what a duel is like." gone."

Snape sneered, tossing his wand over.

Lockhart leaned forward and caught it in a panic: "This is the end of the demonstration, but—"

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

"Mr. Potter!"

He called names suddenly.

The eyes of the crowd fell abruptly on Harry.

"I don't know if you would like to fight with me..." Lockhart froze and took a deep breath, "Would you like to have a duel with my assistant, Professor Snape?"

Snape looked at the peacock in surprise, how could he be given this opportunity?The corners of his mouth could not help but slightly twitch.

"Of course." Harry agreed.

"Then come to the stage quickly." Lockhart waved cheerfully.

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

He steps down.

McGonagall couldn't wait to wave his wand and withdraw from the stage - Lockhart, who was still standing on the stage, was unprepared, staggered, and almost fell again.

The crowd automatically moves out of the way they feel is enough space.

"Dear Professor." Harry walked up to him and pulled out the sword from the Sorting Hat, "Please advise me."

"Shut up that disgusting tone of yours!" Snape gritted his teeth.

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

The two of them stood stiffly, neither of them had the intention of bowing their heads.

"Well, you don't need this between you." Lockhart laughed awkwardly, "Then one or two..."

He has not finished pronouncing the ending sound of "two".

Harry rolled over and dodged.

The invisible magic power is calling.

Lockhart became an obstacle in the middle.

He hung upside down uncontrollably, and the baggy robe fell down, revealing his lush chest hair and specially groomed belly that was so white that there was no trace of hair.

"Professor, you love this spell so much." Harry waved his wand, and the chairs in the distance jumped over, transforming into dozens of white wolves, and snapped at Snape, "Because of this spell , is there any unhappiness with my father?"

"Using the Transfiguration Charm so rudely? Professor McGonagall will cry." Snape's tone was cold, and with a wave of his wand, flames surged out, rolled to meet them, and devoured all the white wolves.

"Really?" Harry asked back, waving his wand again, "What about this?"

The white wolf in the flames transformed into more than 20 archers, shooting towards Snape with a rain of burning arrows.

"Armor protection!" Snape gave up the attack.

Another wand lift.

"Stop the curse!"

The effects of the flame and transfiguration dissipated in an instant, and the wooden fragments were still smashing hard. Blunt objects did not have the penetrating power of sharp objects. They hit the Iron Armor Curse and bounced around.

And at the same time.

"Misty clouds." Harry recited the spell a second after the spell stopped immediately taking effect.

Thick mist gushes out.

Snape's expression changed, and he lost sight of Harry.

This man has close combat ability.

Being approached by him...

Snape flipped his hand, took out a few bottles of potions from his robe, and threw them on the ground hard. The potions splashed out, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding fog was blurred into brilliant blue.

It's poison!

The venom sprayed by the bat spirit.

Harry sniffed lightly.

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

The battle of potion masters is really extravagant. These few bottles of high-quality potions can sell for at least ten Galleons.

Pity……

Useless.

Harry had tasted these poisons, and the witcher's physique was still effective. As long as his brain was not stuffed with fecal stones, and he drank forty or fifty bottles in one go, it would not affect him at all.

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