"Well, everyone saw it! This is a complete wizard duel!" Lockhart returned to the stage. Damon admired his courage to speak after what happe
Lockhart returned to the stage. Damon admired his courage to speak after what happened.
The other wizards watching the fight turned their attention to him. This time, even Hermione couldn't quite maintain her composure.
"If I wanted to stop them, it would have been effortless. But it's because I saw through Professor Snape's intentions that I did it on purpose—and that's how you get to see such a wonderful wizard duel."
Snape was in a good mood at the moment. Seeing Damon also looking at Lockhart with fun , his mood brightened even more. The two of them calmly watched Lockhart, along with the young wizards in the audience.
The whole scene became a bit bizarre.
The two who had put on such a brilliant duel seemed reduced to mere spectators. The audience watched Lockhart's dancing and signal in silence. He gradually lost his composure. "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I'll come over to you and divide you into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'll help me..."
They moved through the crowd, pairing everyone up.
Damon left the stage to cheers. Harry and Ron greeted him, but Snape followed.
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"The Dream Team should be broken up," he sneered. "Weasley and Finnigan, pair up. Potter—"
—"
Harry instinctively moved closer to Hermione.
But Snape's anger hadn't completely subsided. "I don't think so."
He looked at Damon. "Do you dare to have another match? Let your students join my students. You're teaching Potter spells, aren't you?"
Malfoy stepped forward solemnly, his face devoid of any smugness, even seeming a bit too serious.
Ignoring Harry, he stared at Damon and spoke.
:
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I'll prove your efforts on Potter are wasted, Damon.
"Then give it a try!" Harry felt his blood rushing to his head, and, oblivious to everything else, he charged forward.
"When did you accept Malfoy as your student? How come I didn't know?"
"
Dumbledore accepted you. Why can't I train my own?
As Slytherin's Head, he favored Malfoy. Malfoy's pure-blood family and his parents, old acquaintances, appealed to him. Malfoy also possessed a reckless abandon, ruthlessly sacrificing much for his goals, unlike Potter.
Of course, he was only expending a little extra energy on Malfoy, not actually accepting him as his student. But did he have to explain all that to Damon?
The drama had just concluded, and the "Savior" was about to engage in a new duel with a Slytherin student, and the young wizards were excited once again.
"Harry, finish him off cleanly, you can do it!"
Ron roared at Harry from the stands, the audience split into two groups, each cheering.
"Face your partner!" Lockhart shouted, returning to the stage. "Bow!"
Harry and Malfoy barely nodded, their eyes fixed on each other.
"Wands up, ready!" Lockhart shouted. "On the count of three, cast a spell to disarm him—just disarm—we don't want any accidents. One—two—three—"
Harry reacted, but Malfoy struck at the count of two, determined to win dishonestly.
His spell was 'Petrification to All,' and Harry, unable to react, took the blow with his left hand. He countered the spell before it could spread throughout him and rolled over on the spot—Malfoyle's second spell was already underway.
"Rictusempra!"
This is a low-level evil curse. Malfoy is not Snape, so he doesn't need to be so particular. He just uses whatever evil curse he knows at Harry.
Harry was no longer foolish, nor did he idly endure mistreatment while playing constantly.
"Immobulus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
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A flurry of brilliant spells lashed out at Malfoy. He scooped his wand up to his chest, taking the blows. This trick, learned from Harry, kept Malfoy intensely focused, unwilling to lose.
But the next moment, a thick burst of red light sent him flying!
At this point, Malfoy had already lost, but the next moment, he quickly grabbed his wand and stood up. His movements were so agile that it felt like the fight wasn't over yet.
Harry watched Malfoy cautiously, not rushing to pursue—he didn't know what the situation was.
Snape, observing Potter's changed demeanor, had a sudden thought. He approached Malfoy and whispered something in his ear.
Malfoy began to sneer.
He quickly raised his wand and bellowed,
"Serpensortia!"
A long black snake leaped from the tip of his wand, landing heavily on the floor between them, then rearing its head, ready to attack.
The crowd screamed and quickly retreated to make way, even more panicked than when the python had appeared—this time, there was no Damon protecting the dueling arena.
Snape had expected Harry to be frightened. After all, not everyone was like that freak Damon, who could remain unmoved by the sight of a python.
However, Harry's hand was firmly gripped around his wand, his eyes filled with determination—and almost immediately, Snape was mesmerized by that look. Why did it resemble Lily's anger?
"Don't be afraid, Potter, let me do it!"
Lockhart suddenly appeared from behind, wand raised, waving it threateningly!
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the snake, far from disappearing, leaped over ten feet high before landing heavily on the floor—clearly enraging it.
It was furious, hissing and swimming straight towards the edge of the dueling arena!
Then, it raised its head, bared its fangs, and took an attacking stance. The expression of the young wizard Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was closest to it, suddenly became terrified.
Damon had already drawn his wand, but Harry had no energy to pay attention to that. In the critical situation, his body moved on its own - before he even realized it.
"Let him go!"
He shouted stupidly at the snake.
Then, a miracle happened.
The snake collapsed to the floor, as flexible as a pile of thick, black rubber hoses, its eyes fixed on Harry.
Harry's fear subsided. He knew the snake wouldn't attack again, but couldn't explain how.
He looked up at Justin, expecting to receive thanks, but found that his face had become even uglier.
Harry Potter is a Parseltongue.
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