Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 137, 135. Then let's play dead.

Neville, who was singled out by Lohart, was completely bewildered.

I just came to watch a show, what business is it of mine?

Seeing that Neville didn't react for a while, Lockhart thought he was scared, so he reassured him, "Don't be afraid, young man. I won't hurt you."

"Dealing with the professor was too much of a stretch, but this time it'll definitely be fine," Lockhart thought to himself.

His choice of Neville wasn't without reason. Neville was a member of the Discipline Group, so he naturally had a reputation. However, he couldn't be too strong. According to Lockhart's intelligence, this little wizard named Neville Longbottom was a very cowardly, crybaby. He was easy to deal with and, more importantly, very obedient, making him perfect as a 'test subject' for him.

Hmm. His information came from Seamus of Gryffindor a year ago.

As for Neville's sixth-place finish in the first-year final exams, that wasn't even considered.

What's so special about being sixth in the grade? Lockhart was once the top student in Ravenclaw when he was in school.

He had actually considered Harry; in terms of fame, Harry Potter was undoubtedly the most famous in the entire Hogwarts community. But he didn't dare to try it lightly—what if Potter was really that strong? Lockhart took the rumors coming from Slytherin very seriously. Being defeated by Snape with a single spell could be explained as a demonstration, but being defeated by a second-year wizard would be a huge loss of face, even if he was the famous Harry Potter.

He's here to gain popularity and attention, not to embarrass himself.

Lockhart doesn't want others to use his fame to climb to the top.

Selling novels to earn Galleons is the most important thing.

Of course, it would be even better if we could promote shampoo at the same time.

"Come on, come up here and face me." Lockhart walked over and nudged Neville, but couldn't budge him.

"Look, their bodies are stiff with tension. Once they're on stage, they'll be completely at her mercy. She just needs to give a slight demonstration, and she'll attract a huge wave of attention again."

They practically dragged Neville onto the stage.

Neville and Lockhart?

The members of the discipline team all wore strange expressions.

To outsiders, Neville might seem like the least valued member of the disciplinary team, someone who's just there to make up the numbers.

As Neville himself said, he didn't like to show off and was an oddball in Gryffindor. He was also one of the few members of the Discipline Group who liked to bury himself in his work, constantly training his body, absorbing knowledge, and practicing spells.

But if you think Neville is easy to bully, you're sorely mistaken.

His visible progress was evident to everyone in the discipline group.

Not only the disciplinary team, but even Snape and Flitwick looked at him strangely. They had both tutored Neville. Perhaps Neville's talent wasn't the best, but he was the most down-to-earth and hardworking. He seemed to be holding back a lot of energy, constantly improving.

"First thing, bow to Neville. Very good." Lockhart, who was standing on the same stage as Neville, patiently instructed him. In his eyes, Neville was extremely nervous at this moment.

I was incredibly happy.

That's correct.

Soon it will be your turn to shine.

The two held their wands upright in front of their chests.

then

one two Three

As Flitwick finished speaking, Neville and Lockhart raised their wands simultaneously once again.

"Look, like this."

"Weapon to Eliminate You"

The two shouted their words almost simultaneously, but Lockhart wanted to continue pretending and instruct Neville on how to use the Disarming Charm to regain the face he had just lost to Snape. He didn't expect Neville to be so "uncivilized" and launch a direct attack, especially since he used the Disarming Charm that Snape had just used.

Just like Snape, the red light reappeared.

With a whoosh, Lockhart was sent flying backward, just like before, flying off the stage, crashing into the wall, slowly sliding down, hunching over, and curling up in a ball—all in a smooth, effortless motion.

quiet.

The entire venue was silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them, their slightly agape mouths a testament to their shock.

At that moment, it was as if space itself had been paused.

Is this still the same Longbottom who used to stutter when he spoke?

Like Professor Snape, did a curse defeat Professor Lockhart?

"Longbottom's curse just now."

"It seems to be the same as Professor Snape's."

After a long while, the young wizards slowly began to discuss.

Without the slightest hesitation, he released the disarming spell!

They're both in second grade, so why is he so skilled?

"Longbotton has joined the disciplinary team."

The Slytherin students whispered.

"I knew it. Longbottom must have been secretly learning from Mr. Potter, Mr. Dursley, and Miss Granger, since he was always with them."

"Even learning just a little bit from them will benefit you for a long time."

There's an old saying in the East: "If you stay with pigs for too long, you'll turn red."

The young wizards around him looked relieved.

Although I don't quite understand what the last sentence means, if it refers to Mr. Dursley and his colleagues, then it's correct.

Justified and convincing.

But then I thought, if Longbottom can do that, wouldn't they do the same if it were them?

Many of the young wizards looked at Dudley and his friends with renewed fervor.

No one wants to be less than excellent.

Longbottom is really lucky; he actually got noticed by the disciplinary team.

"It's obvious that Professor Lockhart wasn't prepared; it was Longbottom who made the move suddenly."

Having witnessed another one-sided battle, Lockhart's supporters still stood by him, trying to find excuses to comfort themselves, as stubborn as a stone in a toilet.

"Come on, they're dueling. This isn't child's play. Do they expect you to yell 'Are you ready?' before casting a spell?"

"Besides, Longbottom and Professor Lockhart have already bowed, which means it has already begun."

Lockhart's opponents immediately countered.

Lockhart supporters: "Poor professor. He's already fainted, what more do you want?"

I won't listen to this bastard's chanting.

They would never admit that their idol was too useless.

Lockhart's opponents: "."

Okay, you're awesome!

As for Lockhart himself, he didn't get up from the ground this time. Even someone as thick-skinned as him didn't know how to explain it, so fainting was the best option at this moment.

Did you carelessly fail to dodge?

Choose another one?

What if we lose again?

Since we can't find a solution, we might as well continue to play dead.

Whether he's genuinely dizzy or faking it, the fact that he's dizzy is what matters.

Someone will fill in the blanks and then explain it to him.

"Professor Lockhart must have been too badly injured from the spell experiment and has collapsed. We should take him to Madam Pomfrey immediately."

look.

Several older wizards helped Lockhart up and headed towards the school infirmary.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when they were supporting him, his head happened to be tilted to one side, and as they passed the side door, Lockhart's head slammed hard against the door frame.

A clear, dull thud reached everyone's ears.

"Be gentle!"

Lockhart's supporters complained.

(End of this chapter)