At eight o'clock in the evening, the school hall.

The long dining table disappeared, and in the center of the hall was a temporary square gilded stage with three wooden steps on the edge of the stage.

Hundreds of candles floated in the air, decorating the center of the hall beautifully.

Harry and Ron hurried back to the hall. Almost all the students in the school had come. They were crowded together and discussing enthusiastically. The two squeezed forward along the gap in the crowd. Harry accidentally knocked off the frog glasses of a first-year witch. He apologized quickly, "I'm sorry."

The witch took the glasses, put them back on her forehead, and hummed something softly. Harry didn't hear it clearly.

The two came to the Gryffindor Little Wizard Area. Seamus, Dean, and Neville were all there. "Hey! Harry, this way." They breathed a sigh of relief. "There are so many people."

Neville Longbottom's round face turned around: "Almost everyone is here. It seems that everyone is very curious about the duel."

At this time, Hermione came from another direction to meet them, and she was holding a newspaper in her hand.

"You're a little late. Where have you been?" Harry asked, stretching his neck to look out the corridor.

"I went to Professor Happ first, and on the way back I ran into Professor McGonagall."

"What's up?" Ron asked casually. Before she could answer, he suddenly sighed heavily. Many young wizards did the same thing. They saw Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing gorgeous purple robes, striding into the hall.

Next to him was Severus Snape, who looked serious. The two were a perfect contrast - the former was enthusiastic, while the latter was low and solemn; the former was dressed in bright clothes, while the latter was all black.

Harry groaned. The two professors he hated the most were going to teach him a duel course.

Professor Lockhart, like a peacock spreading its feathers, gave a graceful speech. He first spent ten minutes talking about how he "worked hard to convince Dumbledore to give everyone the opportunity to learn how to protect themselves." In the middle, he inevitably interspersed the familiar self-praise and book purchase suggestions - they were already immune to this set of rhetoric.

In the last thirty seconds, Lockhart introduced his assistant, Professor Snape.

"Professor Snape knows a thing or two about dueling, and he generously agreed to help me with a little demonstration before class - but don't worry, I will return your potion professor to you intact." He grinned.

Snape curled his upper lip and pulled out a polite smile, which made Harry feel cold. If Snape smiled at him like this, he would have run away long ago.

During this time, Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, stood at the edge of the venue with an impatient look on her face, carrying a white medicine box with her, and Professor Felix Hepp also quietly appeared in a corner of the hall.

He was quite interested in this so-called "dueling course" and had some ideas in his heart. He decided to take a look.

If Professor Lockhart messed up, maybe he could take over...

and based on his understanding of this professor, it was a high probability event that he would fail.

This was a subconscious attempt to test his dissatisfaction with the mediocrity and chaos of the wizarding world and Hogwarts, but for the sake of caution, he decided to wait and see.

...

The dueling course officially began. Less than three minutes later, Felix's eyes twitched as he watched Professor Lockhart, who was knocked away by the "Disarming Curse". He stood up in a panic, and a long slit appeared in his gorgeous purple robe.

You are still a badass, but can you be a little self-aware?

Professor Lockhart was helped up by several young wizards, and he staggered back to the center of the stage. "Well, everyone saw it!" His wavy curly hair stood up under the effect of the spell, which looked quite funny, but what was funny was what he said next.

"This is the application of the Disarming Charm. I hope my demonstration just now will impress you--" He glanced at Snape, "But don't mind me saying this. Your intention just now is very clear. If I want to stop you, it will be effortless..."

"But the little wizards need to gain more experience. Let them see..." Lockhart couldn't continue. Snape was looking at him with murderous intent.

Lockhart cleverly changed the subject and moved the course to the next stage. Without any specific teaching, he pulled out more than a dozen pairs of little wizards and asked them to stand in small grids on the stage.

"The demonstration time is over! Let me see what you have learned, Professor Snape, if you are willing to help me..."

What followed was a bad battle. Lockhart hoped to get rid of the direct confrontation with Snape or the specific magic teaching, so he shifted his task to commenting and guiding, but he overestimated the spellcasting level and discipline of the little wizards in Hogwarts.

Especially Snape intentionally or unintentionally arranged his own college to team up with the little lions. It would be strange if they didn't fight.

Although Lockhart repeatedly emphasized that only the Disarming Spell could be used, the young wizard had never learned it - if Lockhart's "demonstration" just now was not counted. So after the two sides blushed and recited several invalid spells, various small evil spells popular among the student group appeared.

From Felix's point of view, only the group of Harry and Malfoy was barely worth watching, but the two of them basically had no concept of dueling, and adopted a turn-based system. You "grin and hullabaloo" and I "tarantella dance", and the rest of the time I just watched.

The remaining wizards, Neville and Justin, both fell to the ground, gasping for breath. If he was not mistaken, they had not cast a single spell from beginning to end.

Ron grabbed Seamus, whose face was ashen, and apologized repeatedly. His wand was still emitting green smoke.

As for his assistants, their wands had been lost long ago. They wrestled with each other. The Slytherin girl had the upper hand with her huge size advantage. Her arms clamped Hermione's head, but Hermione also grabbed the hair of the other person with one hand.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" Lockhart screamed, but he had no effect on the situation on the field. Felix had to cross the crowd and cast more than a dozen spells with his wand to separate the wizards.

"Professor Hep..." Lockhart was a little flustered and hesitant, but soon his mind was attracted by the miserable situation of the wizards. "Miss Fawcett... pinch it hard, the bleeding will stop immediately, Boot, your nose is broken, and Ernie..."

Madam Pomfrey walked onto the stage and pulled Lockhart away. The outstanding school doctor quickly cast a spell and poured various potions into the mouths of the little wizards. "Dumbledore shouldn't have approved it... it's ridiculous, ridiculous... totally unqualified..."

Seamus took a sip of the green stuff, and his face turned even greener. Finally, he burped and sprayed out a cloud of green gas.

"Letting the little wizards engage in dangerous activities is a disgrace to the professor..." Pomfrey kept muttering, but she quickly solved the problem. In less than five minutes, the little wizards stood up again.

Lockhart seemed a little overwhelmed, "Um, ah..." He was stunned for a few seconds, "Let us thank Madam Pomfrey for her efforts. She is a strong assistant in our dueling courses... and of course, Professor Hep."

He secretly glanced at Felix, who was standing on the stage with no intention of going down.