They walked to the left and right ends of the stage.

"A wizard duel requires necessary etiquette." Lockhart showed his teeth and smiled brilliantly, "First of all, we must show respect to our opponents."

He turned his head, looked at Snape, and bowed politely.

Snape nodded reluctantly.

"I really hope that when I meet a basilisk, it will be so polite." A senior Gryffindor wizard said dissatisfiedly, "It's weird to bow before a fight."

The Slytherins did not express any objections this time; they nodded in agreement.

A fight is a fight.

Victory is the most important thing.

If a sneak attack can win, then we must use it!

On the stage, two wizards held their wands upright in front of their chests. Lockhart turned around and continued to introduce the young wizards: "Usually after we salute, we will assume a dueling posture, like this -"

He flicked his wand, and the thin stick twirled between his fingers.

Snape was impatient and ready to point his wand directly at him.

"The degree of control over the wand is also the key to the level of the duelists." He was very proud, and looked at the increasingly gloomy face opposite him, and then he restrained himself a little, "On the count of three, we will cast the first spell. Of course, neither of us will harm the other's life."

"one two three--"

He shouted in a long tone.

At the moment when the "rui" sound fell, the two of them raised their wands high at the same time.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red light shot out, coming from Snape.

"Armor protects you!"

A white light flashed at the tip of Lockhart's wand, and an invisible barrier protected his body. The Disarming Spell hit him hard, and with a clang it deflected and hit the candlestick beside him.

Harry, Snape, and even the other professors all showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

Lockhart was also very proud, but he didn't even have time to laugh.

"Expelliarmus!"

The second Disarming Spell came, and the Shield Spell cast by his meager magic power was unable to block the second one. The brutal impact caused him to fall backwards and his wand flew high into Snape's hand.

Ron gloated: "I knew he would be in a mess."

Harry shook his head. "It's hard to imagine that he could cast the Shield Charm."

The Shield Charm is a profound magic.

Considering the teaching quality of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes at Hogwarts over the past few decades, it was truly a rare thing that Lockhart could perform it.

Lockhart looked a little dazed. He didn't expect that he could only hold on for one wave.

After a while, he climbed up with the help of the stage. His robe was disheveled, several buttons were unbuttoned, and his hat fell to the ground. He picked it up, dusted it off, put it back on his head, and said dryly, "Okay! Everyone has seen it."

"This is a demonstration by Professor Snape and I for everyone."

"A Disarming Charm. This is the best spell to use in a duel. It makes the opponent lose his wand."

"But you also noticed, right? The spell I used just now, the one that resisted the Disarming Charm, was the Shield Charm. Yes, it was this extremely advanced spell that some Aurors couldn't cast. It was a spell that only an excellent wizard like me could cast."

"It can resist almost all curses except the Unforgivable Curses."

"The most important thing in a duel is not just attack and defense, but also... um... the fighting concept!"

"Professor Snape made a good choice. When he saw that I adopted a defensive strategy, he attacked continuously. Of course, I was holding him back. We couldn't really fight. I just wanted to let you have a glimpse of what a duel is like."

Snape sneered and threw his wand over.

Lockhart leaned forward and took it hastily. "That's the end of the demonstration, but—"

"To show you the difference between a little wizard and a real wizard."

"Mr. Potter!"

He suddenly called the name.

The crowd's eyes suddenly fell on Harry.

"I wonder if you are willing to..." Lockhart stiffened and took a deep breath, "Are you willing to duel with my assistant, Professor Snape?"

Snape looked at the peacock in surprise. How could such an opportunity be given to him? The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

"Of course," Harry agreed.

"Then come on stage." Lockhart waved cheerfully.

Snape shook his head and looked at McGonagall: "Potter and I don't need such fancy things."

He walked off the stage.

McGonagall impatiently waved her wand and cleared the stage - Lockhart, who was still standing on the stage, was not prepared, stumbled, and almost fell again.

The crowd automatically made way for them when they felt there was enough space.

"Dear professor." Harry walked up to him and pulled the sword out of the Sorting Hat. "Please give me your advice."

"Put away that disgusting tone of yours!" Snape gritted his teeth.

Lockhart ran over and naturally acted as the referee: "Now, bow!"

The two of them stood there stiffly, neither of them showing any intention of lowering their heads.

"Well, you don't need this between you two." Lockhart laughed awkwardly twice, "Then one, two..."

He hasn't finished pronouncing the last syllable of "er".

Harry rolled away.

Invisible magic power is coming.

Lockhart stood in the way.

He hung upside down uncontrollably, his loose robe fell down, revealing his thick chest hair and his carefully groomed, white and hairless belly.

"Professor, you actually love this spell so much." Harry waved his wand, and the chairs in the distance jumped over and transformed into dozens of white wolves, which pounced on Snape and bit him. "Is there any unhappiness between me and my father because of this spell?"

"The Transfiguration Charm is used so roughly? Professor McGonagall will cry." Snape's tone was cold. He waved his wand and flames surged out, rolling forward and swallowing all the white wolves.

"Really?" Harry asked, waving his wand again. "What about this?"

The white wolf in the flames transformed itself into more than twenty archers, and shot burning arrows like rain at Snape.

"Wear armor!" Snape gave up the attack.

He raised his wand again.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

The effects of the flames and transfiguration disappeared in an instant, but the broken pieces of wood continued to smash down hard. Blunt weapons did not have the penetrating power of sharp weapons, so they hit the armor spell and bounced around.

And at the same time.

"Misty." Harry chanted the spell just a second after the spell was about to take effect.

Thick fog poured out.

Snape's face changed and he lost sight of Harry.

This guy has close combat capabilities.

Being close to him...

Snape flipped his hand, took out a few bottles of potion from his robe, and threw them hard on the ground. The potion splashed out, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding mist was dyed a brilliant blue.

It's poison!

The venom sprayed by the bat spirit.

Harry sniffed slightly.

Paralysis, confusion, dementia... He immediately analyzed the types of these poisons from the complex smells.

The battle of the potion master is truly extravagant, these bottles of top-quality potions can be sold for at least ten Galleons.

What a pity...

It's useless.

Harry had tasted these poisons, and the witcher's physique was still effective. As long as his brain was not filled with feces, drinking forty or fifty bottles of them in one breath would not have any effect on him.