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Chapter 247 I went up and was defeated in seconds. What can I say?
Professor Lockhart had given an excellent opening speech - facts aside, Andrew thought it was brilliant.

"Professor Lockhart is indeed an excellent professor. His skills in literary art cannot be slandered..."

Andrew even wanted to take out his notebook to write it down - but unfortunately he couldn't, because there was a little secret circulating in the Ravenclaw common room.

That is, Professor Flitwick particularly dislikes Professor Lockhart. You could even add "particularly" and it wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"But it's okay, Professor. I will quietly cheer you on."

While Andrew was trying to take notes, Professor Lockhart finished his brilliant opening remarks, even introducing Professor Snape.

"…I will also return your Potions teacher to you intact, so don't be afraid!"

After saying these kind and self-aggrandizing words, Professor Lockhart began to distance himself from Professor Snape - Andrew assured him that he saw murderous intent in Professor Snape's eyes.

The two wizards faced each other and began to salute - as far as etiquette was concerned, Lockhart was undoubtedly a qualified duelist, while Professor Snape...

'Stiff, rude, even a little arrogant, Professor Snape...'

Just as Andrew was carefully observing the more formal duel process and commenting on Professor Snape's behavior, he heard Professor Lockhart's countdown.

"one two three!"

A dazzling red light flashed, and Andrew even subconsciously dodged a step, only then he realized that he had made a wrong judgment.

"Except your weapons!"

The spells and magic arrived almost simultaneously, so fast that it was frightening.

Andrew had no doubt that the owner of such a spellcasting method could cast the spell silently, and by reciting the spell aloud, he intended to use the spell's maximum power to suppress the opponent.

There is no doubt that he succeeded.

Professor Lockhart was knocked off the stage and even hit the wall. He slid to the ground with a low groan and then curled up in pain.

But what surprised Andrew was that Professor Lockhart stood up in just a few seconds - although he looked very embarrassed, his hat fell to the ground, his hair stood up, and even the most precious wand to a wizard fell directly into Professor Snape's hands.

Andrew ignored the cheers and applause from the Slytherins and began to analyze quickly.

"One spell, killed instantly. Professor Lockhart has completely lost his ability to fight - but this magical resistance... is it because the spell's damage is too weak? Or..."

While Andrew was thinking, Professor Lockhart staggered towards the center of the auditorium and stood under everyone's gaze again.

"Okay, did everyone see that?"

To Andrew's surprise, Professor Lockhart actually began to speak with full energy, as if the person who had just been knocked down was not him.

"I have learned something again. Can you still make excuses like this?"

Professor Lockhart quickly demonstrated to Andrew how to make people ignore and divert attention when he made a mistake, and even made Professor Snape's face turn pale as if he was not the one who had just won the duel.

"With this ability to control the situation and this skill to change the subject, Professor Lockhart, who else would be popular if not you?"

As Andrew admired him, the students in front of him had already been divided into groups to practice - after all, the space and manpower were limited, and the professors could not take care of them all.

But something unexpected happened...

Before Andrew even got his turn, the duel ahead had gone extremely badly.

Slytherin lost six games in a row.

Yes, the record is six to zero.

There was no way, Professor Lockhart was too strong, causing the Gryffindor students to crowd to the front, waiting to see Professor Snape make a fool of himself - Gryffindor really loved being defeated in public by Lockhart.

But it's of no use.

Even if the whole school supported Professor Lockhart, it was useless, Professor Snape won easily - so a bunch of Slytherins squeezed to the front. This led to one thing.

The previous duels were between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Originally, everyone was a practice team of their own college, and they went easy on each other to ensure that they would not embarrass themselves in front of everyone. However, Professor Snape arrived with a victorious attitude and unexpectedly created a college battle group.

Seven consecutive wins in the College Cup!
The dean has just returned from an honorable duel!
But it was no use. Gryffindor had been training people together in dueling magic since Harry entered the school last year, and although Slytherin had some fights, the training was pitifully little.

What’s the point of practicing that thing!
The College Cup is the king, don’t seven trophies look great?

Slytherin has high scores, aren't you convinced?
At worst, we still have Professor Snape's help...

But it's useless. I don't have the aura to turn on in the duel. I have little training and my combat skills are poor. I just can't win.

Obviously, such a result of the game is equivalent to real harm to Professor Snape.

He hesitated for a moment and directly pointed out the group he thought was the safest.

Malfoy vs. Harry.

"With two dark wizards teaching him at Malfoy's, and me giving him some extra help, Draco should be fine, right?"

To be on the safe side, he quickly walked to Malfoy's ear and whispered a quick curse... It was even a bit too much for the students, but in order to fight against Potter and the contaminant over there...

But Malfoy clearly did not have as much confidence as his own headmaster.

He wanted to point the wand at himself and ask the professor - "What, I hit Potter?"

It was tradition that student fights would not be reported to the professors, so he really couldn't tell the professor all at once how perverted Potter was when fighting.

He beat up all the third graders! That rude Potter!

'I can only hope that what the professor just taught me will work.'

Malfoy mustered up his courage. With the help of the professor, he might be able to redeem himself...

But Potter didn't even prepare anything, he just nodded and smiled at the scum of the Black family.

The preparation time passed quickly.

He stood across from Potter, wand clenched, the fear in his heart gone.

"With this spell, it will definitely happen."

He nodded and began to prepare the spell under the instruction of Professor Lockhart.

"one two Three!"

"Oolong comes out of the hole!"

"Except your weapons!"

With a flash of red light, the snake in his wand just popped out, and the wand was easily taken away - but it was useless, once the snake started to attack...

Although there is a chance of damaging the wand, but...

Then he noticed a second spell coming—the snake summoned by the evil curse was directly provoked and flew towards the crowd.

Then, the third spell struck, pinning him to the field.

Seven to zero, it's over.

(End of this chapter)