Snape poured a bottle of potion into his mouth, but did not swallow it immediately, so he held it in his mouth.

He held his wand, looking around carefully, and was in no rush to cast spells.

The essence of the fog spell is not fog, but magic power.

Neither the whirlwind spell nor the hurricane spell could dispel it.

You can stop chanting the mantra immediately.

To cast the spell instantly, you need to maintain magic power for a period of time. If you lose your vision, this behavior is a bit risky.

Snape waited patiently.

Wait for the poison to take effect.

Wait for Harry to reveal his position.

People who cannot hide their intentions often fall into a more passive position, and he has suffered many times because of this.

"Professor!" Harry's voice suddenly came from behind him, and the sword light cut through the poisonous fog and swung towards his head, "This little trick won't work on me."

The moment of truth.

Bang!

The explosion sounded, and the air current swept through, pushing him back, and he barely avoided it -

Whoosh, whoosh—Harry's robe changed, and two long rolls of cloth were twisted and nailed out, binding Snape's hands and waist, and pulling him back fiercely.

The sword in his hand just stayed there, motionless.

Snape was about to fall on the sword.

He swallowed the potion, and his whole body fell to the ground like water, gurgling to the side before turning back into human form.

"I now doubt whether you are really a piece of fecal stone." Snape took out a few bottles of potion and smashed them on the ground. An even more fishy and unpleasant smell spread.

In the teacher's seat.

Dumbledore immediately stood up and waved his wand, then removed the spell from Lockhart and threw him into the crowd. He then drew a circle to trap the poison gas in the battle area between the two men.

Harry sniffed.

The toxicity increased a lot, to the point where I could only drink seven or eight cups, and this amount was still within my tolerable range.

The strips of cloth that the robe had transformed into continued to stretch.

Harry stepped on the potion, splashing water. The residue from the potion bottle on the ground made a crackling sound, and transparent ants swarmed towards Snape.

Poison doesn't work?

Snape's face darkened, and he waved his wand and cast the Stop Instant Spell again.

The magic stops everything.

Harry seized this moment again and said "misty", and thick fog once again flooded the entire space.

Snape clicked his tongue.

Annoying guy, is this all you have?

He drank a bottle of potion, the magic power in his body boiled slightly, and then he raised his wand high.

"A hurricane swept through."

Harry stopped and looked over in surprise.

Snape seemed to be burning.

This was not the first time he had encountered this spell, but the one cast by Snape was very different from those cast by others. It was not simply magic power, but like a sigil, it was attracting the elements.

The effect of the potion?

Or is it his own ability?

Professor Flitwick had never done anything like this in front of him.

Magic drives elements, and elements drive magic.

The clouds were pulled and twisted, melting like specks of starlight and mixing with the hurricane, covering the sky and the earth.

The air currents swirled around, and in Snape's eyes, the figure opposite him was a little blurry, and Potter became like Potter. He waved his wand, without making a sound, and cast another spell.

Harry dodged swiftly.

In the crowd, a young wizard was cursed and hung upside down. Dumbledore immediately removed the curse for him.

Knowing that at least this level of poison would have no effect on Harry, Snape just cast the spell.

Simply speaking of dueling skills in terms of spells.

Snape was slightly weaker than Flitwick, and the lack of poison made him more restrained. In just a dozen rounds of fighting, Harry was not at a disadvantage and even rushed to Snape's side twice.

He avoided them all by taking magic potions.

The last time was extremely dangerous. The Igni Seal entangled his robes and the Arden Seal confined the fluid, and he was almost stabbed by Harry's sword.

"Potter!" Snape gritted his teeth, with only a figure in his eyes. He flipped his hand and took out a pointed-bottom medicine bottle from his robe, which was filled with golden potion that glowed with the color of happiness.

He unscrewed the stopper and was about to take the drink.

Dumbledore cast a spell and bound his hands: "Severus, you and Harry have demonstrated it very well."

Snape was stunned.

Looking back, the person holding the sword was Harry Potter.

He snorted coldly and put the cork back on the bottle.

Harry also sheathed his sword and looked at Flitwick.

The professor, who was standing on the table and shaking his head at McGonagall, noticed his gaze, smiled with joy, and gave him a thumbs up.

Lockhart stood in the crowd, looking at Harry, wondering what he was thinking.

Snape looked at him and reminded him, "Professor Lockhart, the duel between Potter and I is over."

Lockhart nodded in a trance and walked out of the crowd: "Oh, yes!"

"Let us thank Professor Snape and Harry for bringing us such a wonderful battle. Wizards' duels are more than just spells."

"Potions, swords, as long as they can cause damage to the enemy, that's the best way."

Professor McGonagall looked down.

She thought of some bad things.

"Now, I will divide you into pairs and start dueling training." Lockhart's voice became excited again. "I will give you the most appropriate instructions."

"It will make you as good as Mr. Potter in no time."

Harry walked back into the group.

The people around him looked at him with strange and hot eyes.

"Now I know why you are not afraid of Professor Snape." Seamus said in a floating tone, still looking a little unresponsive.

The second-year wizard and a professor had a back-and-forth fight.

"You can actually beat Professor Snape!" Ron clenched his fists, very excited.

Harry looked at him strangely: "What nonsense are you talking about."

"Harry just held his own," Hermione corrected Ron.

Harry shook his head and corrected them both: "I probably can't beat Professor Snape yet."

"He didn't do it seriously. When he wanted to do it seriously, he was stopped by Professor Dumbledore."

Ron was a little confused.

"Professor Snape didn't take out a more poisonous potion. Even Hermione could handle the first two waves of poison." Harry explained simply.

Hermione was stunned, then raised her hand and pointed at herself, a little surprised.

How come she doesn't know she has this ability?

"If it's on parchment, Hermione can handle it," Harry added honestly, thinking of Hermione's dueling skills.

Hermione gritted her teeth, raised her hand and gently punched Harry on the back. The hard texture of the leather armor made her fingers hurt a little.

"Professor Snape is a master of potions, and the last potion he wants to use is Felicis," Harry continued. "After drinking that potion, his magical ability will be further improved."

"He was just using magic to fight me. He didn't even use his best abilities."

As he said this, he looked at Dumbledore and sighed, "What a pity, Dumbledore stopped it."

Snape came over and said, "You should be thankful that he stopped me. Otherwise, with your small body, you would not be able to withstand a few of my spells."

"Tsk, I have to give the professor a new set of robes." Harry shook his head and looked at him. "Black is too dark. How about green? The color of Slytherin."

Snape's face darkened as he took out a bottle of green potion from his robes. "Maybe I should poison you to mute you. Mr. Potter who doesn't speak is much more popular than Mr. Potter who can speak."