Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 127 Opponent (first order)

Chapter 127 Opponent (first order)

Lockhart turned and bowed to Snape.Snape glanced down, then turned around and looked at Lockhart, but he didn't bow, but just held his wand in front of his chest.

"As you can see, we hold the wand in a normal dueling position," Lockhart stood up without embarrassment, and explained to the bottom with a bright smile, "on the count of three, we will cast the first wand." Magic. Of course, neither of us would take the other's life."

"If he pushes Lai Lai any more, Snape might really kill him!" Ron whispered from below, and all of them could see the impatience on Snape's face.

"Three—two—one!"

They both jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.Snape's wand was swung so fast that it was difficult to make out its trajectory, it was like writing in cursive, "Ammunition!"

Suddenly, a dazzling red light flashed across the tip of the staff, and Lockhart was struck so that he couldn't stand still.He flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall, and slid down, curled up on the floor.His wand flew high into the sky and landed among the crowd.

Malfoy and a few other Slytherins applauded.Hermione jumped up and down on tiptoe. "You guys think he's okay?" she asked screaming, putting her fingers over her mouth.

"What the hell!" said Harry and Ron at the same time.Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat off, his wavy curls standing on end.

"Well, you see!" said he, staggering back onto the stage, "it's a disarming charm—as you can see, I lost my wand—oh, thank you , Miss Brown.

Yes, Professor Snape, it's a good idea to show them this trick, but don't mind me saying that, your intention to do this just now is obvious.If I want to stop you, it's a no-brainer.I think, in order to increase their knowledge, they might as well let them see..."

Snape looked at Lockhart expressionlessly, looking at him with disdain, as if an ant bit him and he wanted to crush it to death.Lockhart probably also noticed the look in his eyes, and he quickly ended his bragging, "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I will come among you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, if you would like to help I……"

They walk through the crowd and make pairs for everyone.Lockhart paired Neville and Justin Finch, but Snape walked up to Harry and Ron first. "The dream team should break up, I think," he sneered, "Weasley, you could pair up with Finnigan. Potter—"

Harry looked at Linde subconsciously. In his mind, Hermione and Jane must be a couple, so there is only Linde.

"I don't think so," said Snape, with a cold smile on his face. "Malfoy, come here. Let's see what you can make of the famous Potter. As for you, Miss Granger—you and Miss Jane will pair up!"

After allocating, he turned his head to look at Linde, and now Linde had no intention of leaving.If Snape wanted to teach him some real skills, it would be a good choice to stay.

"Who do you want to practice against? Augustus!" Snape smiled maliciously.

"It's all up to you! Professor." Linde looked at Snape's malicious intentions, and couldn't figure out what medicine he sold in his gourd, but he still took the initiative to hand over the choice to Snape.

It won't die anyway.And he is confident in his own strength.

The captain of the Slytherin team, the bucktooth boy Marcus Flint suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, "Professor, why don't you just let me take this kid!"

Hearing this, many people yelled. Anyone with a discerning eye knew what this guy wanted to do, and he clearly wanted to bully the little wizards in the lower grades.Wood also squeezed out, it's only been a few weeks, and their Gryffindor anger has not subsided yet!

"Flint, if you can't find someone to practice, why don't you come and practice with me!" Wood looked at Flint and said bluntly.

"Quiet! Oliver, I think I have assigned you your practice object before. Now, you all stand back!"

Wood looked at Snape unwillingly, and finally, under Snape's intimidation, he had no choice but to back away, and glared at Flint before leaving.

At this time, another person appeared in the crowd, "Professor, if Augustus can't find someone to practice, I think I should be able to do it. It just so happens that I don't have anyone to contact!" The visitor spoke politely, He didn't specifically say anything superfluous, as if he simply wanted to practice against Linde.

"It's Cedric!" Hermione whispered,

"Who is he?" Ron and Harry looked puzzled.

"He is Linde's classmate in the Charms Club, in the fourth grade. His grades are very good!" Hermione explained to them.

Linde looked at the person who came, it was a flower from Hogwarts - Cedric.

"Digory, you don't need to worry about these things!" Snape said lightly.

Cedric wanted to say something, but was dragged by the students behind him. In the end, he had no choice but to give up, but he didn't leave. He still stood where he was, wanting to see how Snape would arrange Linde.

To be honest, he was a bit annoyed that there were too many eyes around Linde and Snape now.He still likes to hide himself in the dark, and then attack the enemy like a poisonous snake, injecting venom, instantly killing the opponent.

"Augustus, you're on the same team as Flint!"

Hearing this, the faces of the people around changed, but because of Snape's intimidation, they didn't dare to speak out.

Afterwards, Snape strolled back to the top and stood with Lockhart.

But he didn't expect Wood and Cedric to stand on both sides of Linde and Flint with their own training objects. After that, many teams of Slytherin and Gryffindor also began to move towards the Leaned over here.

Lind and Flint are now like bombs that are about to go off in an instant.

Snape saw this situation from above, and walked down directly, standing between Linde and Flint to prevent things from getting worse.

And Lockhart still stood proudly on it, maybe he interpreted the current off-court atmosphere as the fact that everyone was looking forward to his duel lecture.

"Face your partners!" cried Lockhart, standing on the stage, "Bow!"

Lind did not bow, and neither did Flint.

Linde's eyelids were drooping, and he looked around lazily. He was a little uncertain now.Reason tells him that it is best to be defeated by Flint honestly, but to be honest, his grade may not be as old as Flint, but as long as he uses the right combo, responds properly, uses skills reasonably, and does not show his flaws, he should be able to narrowly defeat the opponent. of.

The possibility of this narrow victory, the surrounding atmosphere and the hormones secreted in his adolescent body are all stimulating him, hoping that he can flex his muscles at this time.

"Wands up, get ready!" cried Lockhart. "When I count to three, I'll cast a spell and disarm - just disarm - and we don't want accidents. One—two— three……"

"It's just disarming!" Wood repeated Lockhart's words loudly beside him, seemingly talking to himself, but in fact everyone knew that he was warning Flint.

"three!"

Flint raised his wand and waved it at a speed that seemed to Lind like a newborn toddler. Before he could say the spell, Lind could tell what spell he wanted to cast just by the trajectory of his swing. !

"Burning!"

He spoke the spell in what seemed to be an extremely slow speech rate for Linde.

Although Linde had analyzed the situation long ago, he still moved slowly, rolling away a second before the spell came.It's like just reacting.

Linde should be the only one in the second and third grade who can comment that Flint's spellcasting is slow.So he tried his best to behave like a normal second grader, and he didn't realize the curse until he saw it.

After rolling over, Linde raised his hands expressionlessly, and everyone looked at the ground. Linde actually threw his wand on the ground while rolling.

As if he didn't see the magic wand on the ground, nor did he see Linde's intentionally raised hands, Flint cast a shattering wave again.

Linde raised his hands, sideways avoiding the spell with a blank expression, the real magic wand in the sleeve robe was ready to go.

There are only three things. If Flint pretends not to react and continues to attack, then Linde will let him see what is called the combination of spells, the interesting combination of transformation and spells.

As for the fake magic wand on the ground, it was just the branch used to practice spells that accompanied him for more than a year!

The purpose of the tumbling was to take out the branch and put his real wand back into the sleeve robe.Otherwise, just like the second time, he can avoid the opponent's spell by turning sideways at will.

However, Snape had no intention of stopping Flint, he just stood aside, looking at the two of them coldly.

Flint didn't do anything anymore, and now the attitudes of both sides are very clear. Basically, this area is full of people from Gryffindor and Slytherin, and they all glance at each other.

Especially many people in Slytherin, they were whispering to each other, and many people remembered the person who publicly mocked the pure-blood family some time ago.People who didn't know before now also know what Linde said on the Quidditch pitch.

The glory of pure blood cannot be slandered!

This is the education that many people in Slytherin have received since they were young. Their elders and elders may have told them how proud pure blood is when they were young, that they are inherently superior, that they are nobles, and so on.

When the main members of a family have been spellcasters for hundreds of years, their descendants are undoubtedly spellcasters, not mortals like Muggles, plus the social environment was unfriendly to wizards, then They are naturally prone to a morbid sense of superiority.

Moreover, under the development of modern times, the power of these nobles is getting smaller and smaller, and they naturally want to get back the glory of the so-called nobles, so they all follow Voldemort and want to pursue change.

As their children, they still maintained their sense of superiority, turned it into a weapon, and attacked other wizards who were classmates.

Just look at Draco, except for a few teachers, he naturally maintains a superior face to most of the people he meets.

"Ludicrous pride!"

This is Linde's evaluation of most people in Slytherin.If the aristocratic pride is obtained by eliminating dissidents and oppressing others with that stupid dog Voldemort, then this kind of pride is indeed funny enough.

However, he would not say such words deliberately on this occasion.

(End of this chapter)