I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 87 Duel
Snape turned away, ignoring him, fearing that it would be bad if he couldn't resist punching him.

"Are we going down to Orlando?" Seeing that Lockhart was pairing the students, Hermione asked in a low voice.

"You want to try a duel?"

"Well, I want to try it, after all, I haven't had a duel before."

"Alright then." Orlando supported Hermione and walked down the escalator, then waved his wand, and the high platform returned to two chairs that gently landed in the corner.

"Let's go, let's go too."

At this point, Lockhart had Neville paired with Justin Finch, who was blaring the gist of the duel.

And Snape walked up to Harry and Ron, and said with a straight face, "The dream team should be broken up, I think."

He sneered, pointed at Ron and said, "Weasley, you can pair up with Finnigan. As for Potter—"

Harry shrank back subconsciously, he was overjoyed to see Orlando walking over.

"No, no, Harry, you are a bit overconfident when you want to play against Orlando at your level. I think Malfoy will be a good opponent for you. Then let's take a look at the performance of the famous Potter over the past year. Make it happen."

"As for you, Orlando, to be honest, I don't think you need to get involved." Snape frowned. For a student who can counter-kill three adult wizards in a sneak attack, he expressed the pressure. Big.

"Professor, don't worry about me, I'm just here as a training partner." Orlando nodded to Snape.

"Then, you can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about Orlando, and turned to look at Harry, "What are you waiting for?"

Harry didn't dare to look at him, and trotted onto the stage with his head down.

Malfoy, who was named by Snape, walked up arrogantly, with a smug smile on his face, and behind him was a Slytherin girl, tall and strong, stocky, with a fat chin thrusting forward aggressively Then, Hermione glanced at it and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing that the students were all paired up, and no one took the initiative to find Orlando, Hermione felt a little sorry, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't we try it too, I think it's very fun."

"Alright." Orlando thought for a while, and agreed. He felt that it was necessary to raise Hermione's fighting awareness. After all, the wizarding world is not a paradise. It is full of insidiousness and cunning, and it is the place where the weak eat the strong.

Just as he was talking, the duel between Harry and Malfoy began.

Lockhart returned to the center of the stage and acted as the referee. He walked between Harry and Malfoy, raised his hands and said, "Facing your partners, bow, I say bow."

Harry and Malfoy barely nodded, they stared at each other intently.

"Wands up and ready!" cried Lockhart. "When I count to three, I'll cast a spell and disarm - just disarm - we don't want accidents. One—two— three--."

Before the words fell, Harry was hit by a green light just in time to raise his wand over his shoulder. Malfoy made his move just as he counted to "two", and his spell hit Harry hard, haha Leigh felt as if he had been hit in the head with a saucepan.

"How could he do this, he's cheating, it's too despicable." Hermione shouted angrily, holding Orlando's hand.

"Hehe, it's a bit despicable, but I have to say that if it's a real battle, no one will give you a gentleman's time, so Hermione, you have to remember, you must strike first when dealing with your enemies, and you must know that you will fall good enemies are good enemies.”

Hermione's eyes widened. It was the first time she had heard such bloody remarks, and it was from Orlando's mouth. She felt a little unbelievable.

"Why, this is shocking? You know, I have been ambushed by four adult wizards. If I had been a little bit indecisive at that time, I would have been the one who died." Although she didn't want to expose her to this bloody side too early , but since she decided to open her heart and accept her, these things will inevitably reappear in her future life. It is better to be mentally prepared now than to be caught off guard.

Hermione looked at Orlando thoughtfully, but didn't speak. Although she agreed with Orlando's statement, she couldn't accept it for a while in her kind heart.

At this moment, Harry staggered a bit. Fortunately, everything seemed to be working, so he seized the opportunity, pointed his wand at Malfoy, and yelled, "Grin ho la la!"

A flash of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach, and he bent over, gasping for breath.

Lockhart, who finally reacted, shouted loudly: "I said, just disarm!"

But no one was listening to him at this moment, and Malfoy fell to his knees, Harry's tickle magic hit him, and he was so limp from laughing that he couldn't move.

Seeing Malfoy fell to the ground, Harry hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to give him another shot, Malfoy took this opportunity, panting desperately, pointed his wand at Harry's knee, panting with a smile Say, "Tarentella!"

Immediately, Harry's legs twitched uncontrollably, as if dancing a kind of jig.

"Harry was too careless. After the enemy fell to the ground, the safest way was to stun him with a stun spell, but his hesitation made him miss the best time to attack." Orlando explained to Hermione while pointing to the stage road.

Hermione nodded.

"Stop! Stop!" Lockhart screamed, but his shout did not end the chaos on the pitch.

It was Snape, who drew his wand and pushed Lockhart aside and stepped up. "Curse stops!" he shouted.

Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and they both looked up at last.

"Let's try Orlando too."

"Okay, let me see, it's not bad here."

Orlando found an empty field, and after the two stood up, Orlando took out his wand and signaled Hermione to start.

"One, two, disarm you." Hermione said the spell quickly and quickly without waiting for three.

A white light flashed, and Orlando didn't move. He put his hands in his pockets and didn't intend to hold a wand. When the lifting spell flew towards him, he dodged with his knees slightly bent.

Originally, he just wanted to play a prank, but he didn't expect that Orlando didn't even take the wand. As soon as the spell was cast, Hermione regretted it a little. Later, seeing that he dodged by him effortlessly, Hermione aroused her competitive spirit again.

"Come again." She signaled loudly.

One after another dispelling spells spewed out from the wand in Hermione's hand, and Orlando dodged empty-handed as always, with a graceful figure like a dancing dragonfly.

At the beginning, Hermione was afraid that he would be hurt, so she deliberately paused every time she cast a spell to give him time to react, but as time went on, she seemed to be in a duel state, casting spells faster and faster.

(End of this chapter)