Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 218 Despicable
"Potter..."

Hearing Snape call his name, Harry had a bad feeling and immediately moved closer to Hermione.

If she can't be paired with Sherlock, being able to keep up with Hermione is good too.

"I don't think this is a good idea."

However, upon seeing Harry's actions, Snape revealed a cold smile:

“Miss Granger, you will be paired with Mr. Holmes.”

Hermione was taken aback at first, then nodded and stood next to Sherlock.

Seeing this, Harry moved closer to Ron, while also casting a pleading look at Lockhart.

Lockhart was willing to help Harry; he coughed and took a step forward.

However, Snape spoke first, before Lockhart could:
"Malfoy, come here!"
Let's see what kind of person you can mold the famous Potter into.

As for you, Mr. Weasley, you can pair up with Thomas.

With this move, Snape forcibly separated the four elite members of Gryffindor.

Of course, his main goal was to prevent Harry from being paired with any of Sherlock, Hermione, or Ron.

As for the remaining three people, they were just something he did incidentally.

Sherlock, on the other hand, didn't care.

Hermione and Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully their opponents were all familiar faces.

Now look at Harry.

He looked miserable.

In the end, it was the savior who bore the brunt of everything.

At this moment, Malfoy walked over arrogantly, a smug smile on his face.

Clearly, he believed that he wouldn't be defeated by Harry in the wizarding duel like he had last time.

Seeing that Snape had no intention of presiding over the duel, Lockhart thought it was just right.

He returned to the stage and shouted, "Bow to your partners!"

Most of the young wizards did as instructed and bowed to their dueling opponents.

Only Harry and Malfoy were exceptions.

Their reaction was even more exaggerated than Snape's earlier; the two barely nodded, simply staring intently at each other.

At that moment, Harry realized that he could actually read Malfoy's eyes.

"Porter, today is the day you pay your debt!"

He suddenly realized that Malfoy was planning to get revenge for the punch he received last time.

Harry was instantly ignited.

He will never let Malfoy have his way!

"Raise your wand and get ready!"

When I count to three, I will cast a spell to disarm the opponent.

Remember, this is just disarming; we don't want any accidents to happen.

Lockhart shouted, "One—two—three—"

Harry suddenly raised his wand over his shoulder.

Harry had witnessed the entire duel between Snape and Lockhart, so he was very confident at that moment.

With Sherlock's training, he can definitely cast spells faster and more accurately than Malfoy.

To everyone's surprise, Malfoy made his move just as Lockhart counted to "two".

His wand struck Harry hard.

The young wizards below the stage were in an uproar upon seeing this.

Many of the young wizards shouted, "Despicable!"

Young wizards like Hermione, Ron, Cho Chang, and Neville, who were close to Harry, clenched their fists, wishing they could rush onto the stage and beat up Malfoy.

"In a duel, there is only victory or defeat, not any sense of despicableness or dishonesty."

Snape's cold gaze swept over the group of indignant students:

"Don't forget the purpose of your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in organizing this club!"

"When you're actually in danger, do you really expect the other person to follow the rules?"

Under Snape's tyrannical power, everyone present fell silent.

What he said made sense, and I was speechless.

But... I'm so angry!

On the stage.

Despite Malfoy's lack of sportsmanship in ambushing Harry.

However, since Harry had been training with Sherlock for a whole year, he was no longer the frail body he had when he first entered school.

So he just stumbled, feeling as if he had been hit on the head with a frying pan, but he did not lose his ability to fight.

Since Malfoy was breaking the rules, he wouldn't hold back any longer, seizing the opportunity and pointing his wand directly at Malfoy:

"Except your weapons!"

Malfoy, who had just successfully launched a sneak attack, did not expect that Harry would still have the power to fight back.

As a dazzling red light flashed, Malfoy, caught off guard, failed to dodge.

He was knocked off his feet and stumbled back several steps before falling to the ground with a thud.

With just one move, he was successfully knocked out.
The little lions below the stage were extremely excited.

The rascal can't climb the pole!
So what if it's a sneak attack? Faced with absolute strength, you're still going to lose!

The young wizards of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were also cheering, for the same reason as before Quidditch: Slytherin had become extremely unpopular lately.

“He truly deserves to be called the savior,” Penelope said to Cho Chang beside her. “I think his level has even reached that of some upperclassmen.” Cho Chang nodded, her gaze towards Harry full of admiration.

On stage, the Malfoy tripped and fell on his backside, but his wand was released from his hand by the Disarming Charm and flew right in Harry's direction.

Harry was about to reach out to take it when Snape, quick as a flash, snatched it away first.

Snape looked at Harry, a complex expression in his eyes: "Your Disarming Charm is quite skillful, Potter."

“It’s all thanks to the professor’s excellent guidance,” Harry said, panting heavily.

He wasn't just flattering me on purpose.

The Disarming Charm was taught to Quirrell by Snape when he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts during the previous semester, after Quirrell was stabbed in the back by Sherlock.

However, his sincere words sounded nothing short of mockery to Snape at that moment.

He, who had been relatively calm, immediately turned around and shouted, "Malfoy, get over here!"

His voice was so loud that it even affected another group of duelists.

"Stay focused, Hermione."

At the other end of the stage, Sherlock took a half step back, just avoiding Hermione's stun spell.

"Your wrist movements are too deliberate."

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Hermione couldn't help but bite her lower lip, and the tip of her wand trembled slightly.

"The ground is frozen and the sky is cold!"

She spoke again, casting a freezing spell on Sherlock.

This time, Sherlock did not dodge; a transparent shield appeared in front of him.

The freezing spell struck the shield, scattering like fireworks, dazzling and spectacular.

Almost at the same moment, Sherlock waved his wand and chanted the spell: "Expelliarmus!"

As expected, just like Malfoy who was defeated by Harry on the other side, Hermione was knocked back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Her wand also flew high into the air, and Sherlock stepped forward and caught it.

Hermione, who had fallen to the ground, sighed upon seeing this and then reached out her hand to Sherlock.

She was afraid that Sherlock would only accept the wand and ignore her, so she took the initiative.

Sure enough, when Sherlock saw Hermione reach out her hand, he pulled her up.

Hermione stood up, dusted herself off, and said with a hint of helplessness, "I knew I was no match for you, but I never expected to lose so badly—I couldn't even last one round."

Sherlock handed the wand back to her: "If you're bad at it, practice more."

Hermione: (ー`ー)
With the duel between Sherlock and Hermione over, the duels between all the young wizards present were also almost over.

A plume of green smoke filled the entire venue.

Ron and Dean lay panting on the floor, the only difference between them being that Ron still had his wand in his hand.

This is already considered a pretty good result.

Many people suffered minor injuries, and some even threw their wands aside and rolled around on the floor.

Snape and Lockhart moved through the crowd, each using their own skills, and quickly cleaned up the stage.

Upon seeing this, Snape's expression of disgust towards Lockhart softened slightly.

“Professor Snape, I think the best thing to do next is to teach them how to stop unfriendly magic.”

Lockhart saw Snape looking at him and, while speaking, glanced at the audience: "Please, a couple of volunteers, Finnegan and Finley, what do you say?"

“That’s a bad idea, Professor Lockhart.”

Snape glided nimbly across the stage like a giant bat: "You might not believe it, but Finegan can cause destruction even with the simplest spells."

Upon hearing this, Ximo's face immediately turned red.

The other young wizards chuckled as well.

"If we really have to match them like that, we'll have to put Finley's remains in a matchbox and send them to the hospital."

"Then what do you mean?"

"How about Malfoy and Potter again?"

Snape grinned maliciously and said, "I think they weren't quite done yet!"

"That's wonderful!"

Lockhart said this, gesturing for Harry and Malfoy to move to the center of the Great Hall, where people stepped back to make room for them.

"Alright, Harry."

Lockhart smiled at Harry and said, "You'll do that when Draco points his wand at you later."

He raised his wand and waved it left and right, creating intricate patterns.

Harry was dazzled and tried his best to remember his movements.

However, he found it to be far too difficult for him.

I simply can't remember them!

Fortunately, he remembered the spell Lockhart taught him.

Seeing Lockhart's actions, Snape sneered and approached Malfoy, whispering a few words in his ear before handing the wand back to him.

Malfoy then sneered.

Clearly, Snape's teaching method was much simpler than Lockhart's.

Seeing this, Harry nervously looked up at Lockhart: "Professor, could you demonstrate to me again the method of stopping the spell?"

"Of course, my dear Harry."

Lockhart, just like before, once again waved his wand at Harry, performing that complicated set of moves.

Harry was stunned.

Because he discovered that Lockhart's actions this time were completely different from the first time.

(End of this chapter)