I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 86 Silver Pewter Spearhead

At eight o'clock in the evening, Orlando and Hermione arrived at the auditorium on time. Harry and Ron didn't know where they went, and Orlando didn't care. After all, there were no two light bulbs around, and they were more comfortable talking.

The long dining table disappeared, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, lit by hundreds of candles floating overhead.The ceiling was once again as black as velvet, and almost all the students from the school came, crowded together, each holding his own wand, and his face was full of excitement.

"Orlando, are we still going in?"

"It's a mistake, I didn't expect the fighting party to be so popular." Orlando frowned. He has trypophobia, especially in crowded places.

"Why don't we just watch it here?" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Wait, I have a solution." Orlando pulled out his wand and waved it at the corner, and the two chairs flew over. Then he cast the Transfiguration spell, and the chairs began to elongate and become taller, and finally joined together to become a ladder with a ladder. stands.

"Let's go, let's go up and watch." Orlando thoughtfully supported her arm, and the two of them boarded the temporary stand.

"I don't know who will teach us? I guess it may be Flitwick. Someone told me that Flitwick was a duel champion when he was young. Maybe he will teach us." Hermione was very excited. Turning a blind eye, all her thoughts were on Orlando.

"Hehe, you guessed wrong, if nothing unexpected..."

Before the words were finished, Gilderoy Lockhart walked onto the stage, radiant in a fuchsia robe, followed by a displeased Snape, who was wearing his black clothes as usual.

"Oh, my God, it turned out to be them." Hermione followed Orlando's gaze.

Lockhart waved for everyone to be quiet, then shouted: "Come around, come around, can everyone see me? Oh, and the little guy on the high platform, how did you do it? I have to say you too talented."

All the students turned their heads to look at Orlando and Hermione, and then burst out laughing. Hermione shyly lowered her head and tried her best to hide her face behind Orlando. Orlando was not as timid as her, and nodded with a smile.

"Can you all hear me? Great! That's right, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club and train you all well in case you ever need to defend yourself, in a way I've used countless times Protect yourself - see my published work for details on this."

After learning what to watch, Hermione finally recovered from her shyness and said in a low voice, "If we had known it was him, we wouldn't have come."

"Aren't you Lockhart's little fan?" Orlando asked in surprise.

"Who is his little fan girl?" Hermione hurriedly explained, "I just think the books he wrote are better, and he has more knowledge."

"Oh, I get it."

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, grinning widely, "he told me he knew a thing or two about duels himself, and he generously Promise, help me with a little demonstration before class. I said, I don't want to worry you little guys - when I'm done demonstrating with him, I'll give you back your Potions teacher intact ,do not be afraid."

"I guess Lockhart is going to be unlucky, what do you think?" Orlando watched his performance playfully.

"Look, it's Ron and Harry." Hermione pointed to the crowd in the front row.

At this moment, Ron and Harry were whispering, talking about something.

"Shall we come closer?" Orlando asked.

"Do you want to go down?"

"No, look at mine."

Orlando put away his wand, used his soul power to envelop the two of them and the high platform under their feet, and slowly floated up and moved forward until they reached the end of the crowd.

The students all focused on Lockhart's performance, no one noticed them, Lockhart and Snape, the only ones who could see them, were slightly surprised, but they didn't say anything. The magic of it is familiar.

When Lockhart finished speaking, Snape's upper lip rolled up, and he seemed to smile contemptuously, and his eyes on Lockhart became sharper.

"It's fun now, there's a good show to watch." Orlando, who noticed this detail, said in a low voice.

"What good show?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"You'll know later." Orlando made a fool of himself.

Lockhart's tirade prologue was finally over, and the duel performance officially began. He and Snape turned to face each other and bowed.

At least Lockhart bowed, Orlando noticed, and Snape just shook his head impatiently as he flailed his hands a lot.

They then held their respective wands like arrows to their chests.

At this time, Lockhart did not forget to give instructions to the students: "As you can see, we hold the wand in a normal dueling position," Lockhart said to the silent crowd, "on the count of three, we will hold the wand for the first time." A spell. Of course, neither of us would take the other's life."

Hermione watched Snape's teeth bared, and whispered. "One—two—three—" They both jerked their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

Snape yelled, "Ammunition!" There was a blinding red flash of his wand, and Lockhart was knocked off his feet before a second spell struck him all over. Flew backwards off the stage, hit the wall, and slid down, curled up on the floor.

There was silence, followed by thunderous applause, with Malfoy and a few other Slytherin students applauding the loudest.

Hermione covered her mouth and said in horror, "Is he going to be okay?"

"Don't worry, Snape won't hit hard, and Lockhart should be fine." Orlando still had this insight, he comforted in a low voice.

While speaking, Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat off and his wavy curls standing on end.

Even so, he insisted on returning to the stage.

"Okay, everyone see!" He was a little unsteady, his legs and feet were weak, but he still said loudly, "This is a disarming spell-as you can see, I lost my wand — Ah, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show you this trick, but don't mind me saying that, your intentions for doing this move just now are obvious .If I wanted to stop you, it would be easy for me to do so. I think it would be a good idea for them to see it, for the sake of their knowledge."

"Hehe, what a good eloquence." Orlando couldn't help but lament Lockhart's astute reaction and his eloquence skills of turning black and white.

"Silver pewter tip, bah." Hermione spat softly.

Snape, enraged by Lockhart's shameless words, looked at him with a murderous expression.

Lockhart probably noticed it too, he didn't dare to show off his words any longer, he hastily changed his words and said, "This is the end of the demonstration! Now I'll come among you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, if You are willing to help me..."

(End of this chapter)