Harry pressed on, "You must know something."

Snape waved his wand to quiet the chaotic voices around him. He said word by word, "You are too nosy, Potter! You really think of yourself as a savior just because you are praised by others. If it weren't for your mother's sacrifice, you would be nothing!"

Harry's stomach was churning. He was both relieved and sad. He was relieved that he made the right bet. Snape really knew more inside information, but he was sad that he mentioned his mother. What didn't he know? Moreover

, Snape was still mocking him shamelessly, describing him as a villain who had escaped death by chance and stole fame that did not belong to him. His lungs were about to explode.

He couldn't help but clench his wand tightly, wishing to cast a bat curse on Snape immediately. He felt that the name of the curse was too suitable for Snape. He looked like a dirty big bat.

Snape noticed Harry's action, his cold eyes narrowed, and he said maliciously: "Do you want to do it, Potter? I'm willing to give you this opportunity..."

Harry took two deep breaths and said stiffly: "No, I'm not looking for you." He walked away a few steps, turned his head to look at Felix not far away, and said loudly: "I choose Professor Hep."

Snape's expression was very surprised. In his judgment, Potter's character would definitely be enraged, and then he could teach him a lesson openly.

To be honest, he was looking forward to this scene very much.

But this kid actually refused, how dare he!

Snape reluctantly retreated to the edge of the stage, Felix and Harry faced each other very close, and saluted with their wands erected on their chests.

Harry whispered, "Professor, if I can hold on for two minutes, can you promise me something?"

Felix looked at him and smiled, "Like during the special training?"

"That's right." Harry said quickly. He didn't expect to get information about his father and Sirius Black from Snape at all. It was just a coincidence just now. Now is his real strategy. "Just like after my first success, I invited you to look at the Firebolt samples in the Quidditch boutique with me."

"I let you go that time to strengthen your confidence." Felix said.

"I know, but I have also improved." Harry said.

After a short conversation, the two saluted each other, took seven steps in opposite directions, and turned to stare at each other.

Felix had no intention of taking action first. Harry understood that everything was just like in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron.

He waved his wand violently and shouted loudly: "Quickly Imprison!" A rope flew towards the other party like a thin snake. He didn't even look at the effect, and then stepped back two steps, followed by another silent disarming spell.

Felix stood there with a smile. As soon as the rope touched his body, it softened quickly. He then tilted his head to avoid the red arc of light. He cast two spells, one red and one golden.

"Protect from Armor!" Harry had prepared the Shield Charm long ago. One of the spells brushed past the magic barrier, and the other spell hit the Shield Charm directly, making a dull sound.

Harry silently recited the numbers in his mind. This was the rule he summed up. During the special training, Professor Hepp never knocked him down all at once in order to train him. Instead, there was a certain interval, which gave him a glimmer of hope.

After counting to eight, he dodged and a powerful spell directly shattered the Shield Charm. He got up from the ground in a panic and raised his hand to cast three or four Stunning Spells. "Stupid! Stunned! Stunned!"

Without seeing any movement, a looming magic barrier appeared in front of Felix, blocking Harry's spell. Immediately, he stretched out his hand and pushed it out flatly. The magic barrier in front of him turned into seven or eight blunt arrows, flying towards Harry.

"Swoosh!" The arrows made a whimpering sound.

Harry used a freezing spell to freeze the arrows in mid-air, and he immediately jumped to the side.

The arrows paused for a second or two, and continued to hit the wooden floor along the predetermined track, making a suspicious muffled sound.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

It took less than thirty seconds, but the two showed a powerful attack and defense interaction, which made many people look sideways. Professor Hep was undoubtedly very relaxed, and the young wizards were not surprised, but Harry was difficult to understand.

His familiarity with the duel surprised everyone.

Harry was indeed very embarrassed. Most of the time, he was dodging, rolling, and retreating in an embarrassed manner... But he always found time to fight back, and the frequency of releasing spells was far more than that of the previous students.

And his expression was also very calm, without the panic of the previous students.

Harry kept running on the stage, he wanted to distance himself from Professor Hep.

Two minutes was a long time, and Harry had to calculate carefully, which was something he had never considered before. Although he knew that his spell was useless, he kept fighting back, trying to interfere with the professor's attack frequency.

But to his despair, Professor Happ always attacked slowly, about once every seven or eight seconds, and never changed because of his interference.

'I'm still far behind! '

"If I speculate like this, I will never be a match for Sirius Black!"

Harry became anxious in his heart. He tried hard to remind himself that now was not the time, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

While running, he was hit by a Binding Spell and stumbled to the ground.

His glasses flew off, and Harry looked up blankly, vaguely seeing a blurry figure on the opposite side raising a wand.

"No!"

He struggled to raise his wand and shouted loudly: "Expelliarmus!"

A blazing red beam was stimulated, like a laser as thick as a wrist, emitting a faint white light.

The spell spanned more than ten meters and collided head-on with the Disarming Spell cast by Felix.

"Huh?"

Felix calmly increased the power of the spell, making the power of the two disarming spells equal.

From the perspective of the young wizards, Harry was evenly matched with Professor Happ for a moment, and the two spells collided fiercely, making crackling noises and arcs of magic.

Half of the auditorium was boiling.

"Is this Harry's Disarming Spell? How did he practice it!"

"Legend has it that he used this spell to destroy the Dementors that tried to attack him..."

"He's only in the third grade, he deserves to be the savior who defeated the You-Know-Who."

"Do you think he can win?"

"... You're overthinking, but I think it's possible in the future!"

Snape, who was standing in the corner, was shocked to see this scene. He had never known that Harry could use magic of this intensity. This was far beyond the level he usually showed.

Then, he noticed the appearance of another person.

It was Lupin!

He looked very haggard, his gray hair seemed more conspicuous, and his clothes were patched. He didn't know when he appeared in the hall, and was looking at Harry with concern.

The two of them met each other's eyes, and Lupin nodded friendly, then stared at Harry intently.

On the gilded arena, Harry desperately maintained the spell. He didn't know how long it had passed, every second seemed like a century, but he hoped he could hold on a little longer.

Maybe he had held on for two minutes? Then Professor Heppe wouldn't refuse his request. Harry thought.

Felix's spell was terribly stable, and it didn't weaken at all from beginning to end. Harry watched the magic on his side being suppressed back.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, his vision began to blur, and the world spun. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling.

'The next second, I should fall on the carpeted floor. It will be uncomfortable, but not too painful...'

"Bang!"

Harry hit the ground. "It hurts!" His tears flowed.

He suddenly realized that he was not training in the basement of the Leaky Cauldron, but on the gilded arena in the school auditorium. There was only a bare hardwood floor under him.

"Harry~ Harry~" He heard a gentle shout, and someone squatted over, but he could no longer tell who it was.

He fainted completely.

Felix looked at Professor Lupin who pounced on Harry in a fit of rage, and stopped far away.