Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 595: Demolition

It wasn't until evening that Albert slowly returned to Hogwarts Castle.

His walking posture was a little bumpy, and it was really exhausting to practice dancing. Isobel didn't know what was going on, and dragged him to practice dancing all afternoon.

"Maybe, because I don't have to worry about getting stomped on my feet anymore"

On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Albert thought maliciously.

Isobel presumably found joy in dancing after he spent experience leveling up his dancing skills.

Of course, after all afternoon's practice, the two of them finally no longer feel the rigidity of being manipulated, although the dance still has nothing to do with elegance.

"What's wrong with him?"

In the common room, Albert saw the injured George at a glance, the hapless man's arm seemed to be broken and wrapped in a large white bandage.

George reached out and lightly hammered Fred, who was snickering, and said angrily, "It's broken."

"You went to provoke the beating willow?" Albert couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "I didn't remind you..."

"We didn't mess with that tree." George couldn't help protesting: "We were attacked as soon as we came out of it."

"Actually, your luck is pretty good. There was an unlucky guy who lost an eye after provoking a beating willow." Albert sat next to Fred and asked, "What's wrong with Madam Pomfrey? Say."

"Mrs. Pomfrey has connected George's bones, and said it's best not to use too much force in the past two days." Lee Jordan didn't gloat, he regretted not listening to Albert.

At that time, the three of them had just passed through the long secret passage and when they came out, they found that it was just like what Albert had said. Say, this is the seventh secret way out of Hogwarts.

It may be that the hand touched the trunk of the beating willow, and the three people fell into the blood mold as soon as they came out, which made them extremely embarrassed.

"Why are you coming back now?" Lee Jordan asked off topic.

"I'm learning to dance," Albert said casually. "You know, I'm going to a wedding in France during the Christmas holidays, and an old friend reminded me that I'd better learn to dance, so I've been practicing this afternoon. dance."

"Good!"

"It's great, I want to learn too."

"You should call us, I can't dance."

"Shut up, don't you look at my feet?"

Albert stared at the three people who were booing, took out a pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time, and said, "I have to go to the school hospital before the duel club starts, and I hope Madam Pomfrey can help me relieve myself. Pain."

It hurts to be stepped on once or twice. After being stepped on for an afternoon, Albert even wondered if the bones in his feet were cracked.

By the time Albert emerged from Madam Pomfrey, the pain in his feet had subsided.

Mrs. Pomfrey gave him an ointment to apply to relieve the pain.

Of course, Albert didn't miss the opportunity. When applying ointment to his feet, he took the opportunity to discuss with Madam Pomfrey the method of making this ointment.

When I returned to the auditorium, I found it was already full of people.

No way, the dueling club is so famous that almost all the students from the school came, the entrance became very crowded, and the students were excitedly holding their wands ready to join the party.

The long dining table in the auditorium also disappeared, replaced by a stage for duels with hundreds of candles floating in the sky.

"Slow!"

Fred and George walked towards Albert, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We thought you weren't coming!"

"I don't know who will teach us." Shanna also leaned over and greeted the three with a smile. She was clearly interested in a duel between wizards.

"Everyone is saying it's Professor Flitwick." Angelina took Arya's hand and waved to them, and after noticing Shanna's suspicious gaze, she explained with a smile: "Flitwick is young. He was a duel champion at the time, and I don't think anyone is more suitable."

"No, it's Lockhart!"

Albert motioned for everyone to look at the stage, where their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was already on stage to preside over the dueling club.

Right now, Gilderoy Lockhart looks absolutely radiant in a fuchsia robe. However, it is not him who cares most, but the assistant next to him.

Snape, still wearing his usual black robe and a sullen face, took to the stage next to Lockhart.

"Look at Snape's face, I wouldn't be surprised if he kills Lockhart for Avada." The depression from George's arm injury quickly dissipated. Now, he looked at the two on the stage with interest.

Actually, everyone is curious about what's next.

Lockhart waved everyone to be quiet and asked the students to gather around the edge of the stage to listen to him. After he finished speaking, he introduced his assistant Professor Snape to everyone.

Albert finally recovered from his long speech after hearing Lockhart say "...I'll return your Potions teacher to you in one piece!"

Snape's lips curled up maliciously, apparently taking the opportunity to teach Lockhart a lesson.

"Someone's going to have bad luck!"

Lee Jordan looked excited~IndoMTL.com~ His expectations were fulfilled, and the two on stage were showing how wizards duel.

They bowed to each other, then held their wands to their chests like arrows, counted to three together, and cast spells at the opponent.

Everything happened so fast that Lockhart was hit by the spell, and his whole body flew backwards with a dazzling red light.

The Slytherin students cheered for their dean, and the others watched in silence as Lockhart slumped against the wall and curled up on the floor.

"The Disarming Charm is so powerful, can you do it too?"

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all looked at Albert. They all learned the Disarming Charm and knew the power of the Disarming Charm.

"I haven't tried it, Snape is obviously very resentful." Albert raised his mouth happily and commented: "He's exerting too much force!"

Just as he was talking, Lockhart finally got up from the ground in embarrassment, and then shamelessly justified his failure: "Okay, everyone sees it, this is a disarming spell— As you can see, I lost my wand."

His tone was light, as if he had Snape beat him on purpose.

"Of course, if I want to stop it, I don't have to do anything, but just to give everyone a little more insight..."

"Professor, how can we stop the Disarming Charm?" Lee Jordan immediately raised his hand and asked after receiving the look from Albert, "Can you show us again."

At this moment, most of the murderous look on Snape's face suddenly disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was saying to Lockhart: Let's do it again.