Chapter 167 Opportunity to Pull Hair

Aaron stood helplessly on the stage, unconsciously touching the ring on his left hand.

His current combat power has reached the level of a beginner wizard. This ring will seal half of his magic power and suppress his power to the beginner level of a senior wizard.

But even so, he still felt a little bullying against an intermediate wizard like Harry.

Aaron looked at Harry opposite and shrugged, "Actually, I didn't want to go on stage, but since I'm on stage, there's no reason to lose.

But don't worry, I will try to show mercy."

"I didn't think my opponent would be you." Harry said nervously, a little far-fetched, "Originally, I thought my target was Malfoy."

Lockhart grinned when he heard this, "Harry, I can arrange another match for you and Malfoy later.

Now, all you have to do is concentrate and defeat your opponent."

"Thank you, professor."

"Wands in place"

The two gradually distanced themselves, raised their wands over their shoulders, and made attacking movements.

"Count down to three, cast a spell to disarm the opponent." Lockhart emphasized, "Just disarm, we don't want any accidents.

One, two, three."

"Disarm you."

Aaron and Harry shouted the spell at the same time, and silver light flew out of their respective wands.

Without any suspense, Aaron's spell was more powerful, and it swallowed Harry's spell in less than a second, knocking the wand out of his hand.

Harry staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his body, but he felt relieved in his heart.

It didn't hurt, and he didn't get knocked out of the ring like Lockhart.

"I won." Aaron put away his wand and walked off the ring freely.

Snape nodded with satisfaction in the audience, and a smile appeared on his cold face that had never changed for thousands of years.

"Very good." Lockhart applauded, "They all used the disarming spell very skillfully."

"Malfoy, it's your turn." Snape winked at Draco, indicating that he should seize the opportunity and teach Harry Potter a lesson.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Lockhart stood up and said, "I personally think this duel should be postponed. Mr. Potter needs to rest now."

Draco was a little reluctant, but when he was about to say something, he was stopped by Aaron's eyes.

"Professor, I'll give you a favor. After all, Slytherin will not bully a wounded person."

Harry glared at him fiercely, feeling very dissatisfied, but thinking of their purpose, he temporarily suppressed the anger in his chest.

Let you be proud for a while, and you must pull a few more hairs when you pull them later.

Lockhart walked to the center of the ring, glanced at Snape in a panic, and sneered, "I think it's better to divide the opponents according to the college.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw, what do you think?"

"It couldn't be better." Snape sneered, "It's just right to see the dueling ability of Slytherin and Gryffindor."

Lockhart looked away, dispelling a little bit of uneasiness, and then looked at the people below, "Please volunteer to come up in pairs, but be careful, they can't be students from the same college."

Soon, all kinds of colors appeared on the ring.

Only a few groups used the Disarming Spell as Lockhart said. Most of the students were using this ring to test their magical abilities. Of course, some students had special purposes.

Hermione chose Crabbe as her opponent. After several rounds of fighting, she washed his head with the Spring Water Spell, pretended to accidentally drop her wand on the ground, and successfully picked up a few hairs.

Ron chose Goyle as his opponent, but maybe he used too much force when casting the spell, and the green light bounced back to him and knocked him out of the ring.

Goyle walked to the edge of the ring and laughed undisguisedly.

Ron returned to the ring angrily. This time he gave up the unreliable wand and pounced directly on Goyle, punching and kicking him.

But Goyle was bigger, and although he was caught off guard at first, he quickly used his physical advantage to suppress Ron and clamped his head hard.

Harry immediately went up to separate the two and pulled Goyle's head, causing him to grimace in pain.

The three met in a corner of the hall. Hermione proudly took out a few strands of black hair in her hand, "I got it, Crabbe's hair, how about you?"

"Done." Harry stuffed a few short hairs into Ron's hands, "I pulled them off with great difficulty."

"I'll make it clear in advance that if this hair is not sterilized, I won't drink the Polyjuice Potion after it is prepared."

"It's good to have it, but you still dislike it." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Only Malfoy is left."

Harry nodded and turned his gaze to the other side of the ring. Draco was busy scolding his two followers, looking particularly angry.

He could accept Crabbe's loss, after all, Hermione was a top student and had strong strength.

But Goyle disappointed him a little. A Weasley without a wand could actually tie with him, which was simply a disgrace to Slytherin.

In the following duel, some people were hit by the tickling spell, and couldn't stop laughing, and their whole body was limp. Some people were hit by the dancing spell, and their legs kept twitching, and they danced in the auditorium.

This was considered a relatively good situation. There were also students who were hit by powerful spells, injured and bleeding, and two students were hit by each other's petrification spell at the same time, and fell straight on the stage.

The scene became more and more chaotic, and Lockhart began to panic.

But he obviously had no ability to stop all this, and could only say things like be careful, pay attention, come on, and stand up.

If Professor Snape hadn't used the stop spell in time to cancel the casting of other spells, it is estimated that many students would have suffered more injuries.

"Professor Lockhart, you really surprised me." Snape sneered, "I remember you and Dumbledore said that you would teach them to stop unfriendly magic, but..."

"But this is exactly why I asked you to be my assistant, Professor Snape." Lockhart pretended to be calm, "The stop spell is such a simple spell, don't I know it?

But sometimes verbal support is more powerful than spells. What these underage students need is a strong heart, not powerful magic."

Snape raised his eyebrows. He instinctively felt that Lockhart was talking nonsense, but he couldn't find any fault with the words because they were so beautiful.

"Can we go to the last game?

I think Draco Malfoy can't wait."

"Great." Lockhart smiled, applauding his own reaction ability in his heart, and signaled Harry and Draco to go on stage.

The two of them stepped onto both sides of the ring at the same time, looking at each other while walking to the center, with a particularly calm look.

Lockhart felt the atmosphere become quiet, and sneered, "The previous dozens of duels were too complicated. This time, you two will use the Disarming Spell to decide the winner.

Do you understand the Disarming Spell? Disarm you."

Draco sneered, and Harry did not speak. They all knew that this was not an ordinary duel.

"Okay, let's get ready!" Lockhart said as he was about to walk off the stage.

"Wait, Professor, can you teach me the Stopping Spell?" Harry asked a little nervously.

This was the time he hoped Lockhart would be reliable the most. If Malfoy plotted against him later, Snape would definitely not save him immediately, and Lockhart might be in trouble.

But if he learned this spell, he would have some chance to save himself.

"Uh... this, there will be a chance." Lockhart said vaguely, and walked past Harry without giving him a chance to speak.

"Are you scared, Potter?"

"Dream on!" Harry gritted his teeth.

The two men were ready to attack, and Lockhart began to count down: "Three... Two... One."

"Except you..."

"Illusion attack."

Malfoy's movements were slightly faster, and a light golden shock wave shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Harry hard.

Harry felt dizzy, and staggered around twice before he barely came to his senses.

He seized the opportunity and shouted immediately: "Grinning!"

A silver light hit Malfoy's stomach, knocking him to the edge of the ring. The pain in his abdomen made him breathe a lot faster.

Harry was a little hesitant when he saw this. Should he abide by the rules and wait for Draco to recover, or should he take advantage of his illness to kill him and pursue the victory.

But Draco obviously didn't give him a chance to think. He quickly raised his wand and roared: "Oolong out of the hole."

A black cobra landed on the ring, swallowing and spitting out its snake tongue and crawling forward.

The crowd watching screamed and quickly retreated, as far away from its attack range as possible.

Harry stared at the snake, motionless, as if he was terrified.

"Don't move, Potter." Snape walked forward calmly, "I'll get rid of it."

"Let me do it, Professor Snape." Lockhart said confidently, pulling out his wand before Snape.

He was somewhat grateful to Draco for summoning such a small snake to let him brush up his record. Compared with the previous duel, expelling the venomous snake can obviously make people have a deeper impression.

"Spread wings to heaven."

The spell hit the venomous snake, and it jumped up seven or eight meters before falling down.

This seemed to anger it, revealing its fangs in its mouth, standing up and looking for a target to attack.

"Not enough to do things, but more than enough to do things wrong." Aaron rolled his eyes. He really didn't expect Lockhart to be unable to even deal with a snake.

Generally, a wizard who has lived for 20 or 30 years, even if he has poor talent and uses up his potential, can barely reach the level of an intermediate magician, but Lockhart's combat power does not match his age at all, and is almost the same as a first-year freshman.

To some extent, he is a talent for being able to get to where he is today.

Just as the venomous snake approached Justin from Hufflepuff, Harry took a step for some unknown reason and made an obscure sound.

The venomous snake immediately stopped attacking and turned to look at Harry, but its eyes were full of intimacy.

Professor Snape waved his wand, and the venomous snake turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The crisis was resolved, but everyone present was stunned, and their eyes looking at Harry were full of suspicion.

This is the language of snakes. Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, happened to know this foreign language. Considering the recent rumor about the Chamber of Secrets, they didn't think it was a coincidence.