Vol 2 Chapter 128: Duel club

　　 As time goes by, according to common sense, all negative news will be washed away by the current of time.
　　 But in Hogwarts, this did not happen.
　　 As time progresses day by day, everyone is afraid of the next attack. After all, no one can be sure whether the next petrification or death will come to their heads.
　　 Indeed, the atmosphere at Hogwarts is very depressing, and the students all need some new courage to fill in the blank in their hearts about the unknown.
　　 "The fighting club is about to start!" Shivanos said, "The first meeting tonight! I don't mind fighting lessons, they can always..."
　　 "What? Do you think the Slytherin gang will fight?" Ron also looked at the notice with interest.
　　 "It can come in handy," he said to Harry and Hermione during dinner, "Shall we go too?"
　　 "What are you talking about?" Fanlin walked in from the outside holding a book. As Hermione needed to make potions, many club activities and Hermione's job needed Fanlin to complete.
　　 Maybe this is the price of bundling. In any case, these tasks should be completed by Fanlin, as if this has become a default setting.
　　 "Fighting Club!" Harry was a little excited.
　　 "Just at eight o'clock tonight, the fighting club started, in the auditorium."
　　 "Let us fight each other?" Fanlin looked at Harry questioningly. This was an itinerary not included in the course schedule.
　　 "To be precise, it is to train our fighting skills."
　　 "How about it, it's exciting, you know, I haven't had such a class before." Ron said with some excitement, it seemed that he had completely forgotten the fact that his wand was broken.
　　 "It's really good!" Fanlin didn't go to fight Ron. In fact, this fighting club dispelled everyone's fear to a certain extent.
　　 "At eight o'clock tonight, let's end the event early and come here, how about it!"
　　 Fanlin turned his soliciting gaze to Hermione, and only Hermione seemed to be pressed for time because of the research on the potion.
　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione all agreed, so they rushed back to the auditorium at eight that night.
The long dining table is gone, replaced by a golden stage against the wall, with thousands of candles lit on it, and the ceiling is dark purple. It seems that the entire training class is wrapped underneath, with their faces covered. Excited, with a magic wand.
　　 "I want to know who taught us?" Fanlin looked at the crowd who was squeezing slowly. There were all students here.
　　 "Fanlin, this way!" Neville waved to them in the crowd, motioning for them to pass, he had reserved a place for them. I really don't know how Neville did it.
　　When they approached the chattering crowd, Hermione said, "Someone told me that Professor Flit was a fighting champion when he was young, maybe it was him."
　　 "It's like..." Harry suddenly cried out in pain, and he saw Professor Guidro Lockhart step onto the stage, wearing his best robe, next to Snape, wearing his usual black robe.
　　 Rockhart waved the people to quiet down. He cried, "Focus, get together! Can each of you see me? Can you hear me? Great!"
　　 He walked to the center of the stage, still holding his wand in his hand, and raised his arm, as the cloak opened, revealing a vest-type fighting suit.
　　 "Now, Professor Dumbledore has agreed with me to open a fighting club to train you in case you need to defend yourself, just like me countless times-the details can be seen in my book."
　　 After speaking, he showed his charming smile that everyone knows, eight white teeth, no matter from which angle, he can see clearly.
　　 This made Fanlin admire very much. He even considered whether to lower his head or turn his back when talking to Professor Guidro Lockhart in the future.
　　 Okay, he just feels an unusual headache about Guidro Lockhart's behavior.
　　 "Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape,"
Guidro Lockhart said with a big smile, "He told me that he knows a lot about fighting, and promised to provide some temporary help before we start. Now, I don't want you young people to worry— —You will still have your pharmacy teacher when I penetrate him. —Don’t be afraid!

　　 "I bet that Professor Snape can penetrate Professor Guidro Lockhart with just one spell..."
Fan Lin vowed to say that Professor Snape usually taught him personally. As for Professor Snape's strength, Fan Lin only knew that he could easily defeat himself. Even if he tried desperately, he would not last long. .
　　 As for Guidro Lockhart.
　　 My God, forget it.
　　 A wizard who could be embarrassed by the elf and was robbed of his wand, Fanlin did not have much hope for this.
　　 In fact, Fanlin helped him regain the wand of Guidro Lockhart.
　　 "Wouldn't it be better for them to end up with each other?" Ron muttered to Harry ~EbookFREE.me~ In fact, I agree with Fanlin's words that this is impossible. "Harry touched his nose, although he wanted Snape and Guidro to die together.
　　 Snape's upper lip was pressed tightly. Fanlin wondered why Rockhart could still smile; if Snape looked at him that way, he would have been too scared to do anything.
　　 Guidro Lockhart and Snape bowed to each other. Then Snape raised his head with a gloomy expression and stared at the man in front of him who was going to fight him.
　　 Then they held their wands in front like swords.
　　 "It's like you see us holding our wands in this fighting position," Guidro Lockhart told the silent crowd. "When the count reaches'three', we will start the first spell. Of course our purpose is not to kill the other person."
　　 But Fanlin and Harry didn't think so, he saw the danger signal in Snape's eyes.
　　 Fanlin really wanted to dissuade Guidro Lockhart from this stupid behavior. He was not sure if his Defence Against the Dark Arts professor would have his life to teach them tomorrow.
　　 Harry and Ron would be happy to see Gilderw hurt, so that in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow, Harry would not be laughed at by Slytherin like a clown.
　　 Hermione was silent on the sidelines. She was completely desperate for Guidro, and she was happy that Guidro was revealed.
"three,"
　　 "two,"
　　 "I think the next scene will be very happy!" Harry said, looking at the two people on the stage excitedly.
"One,"
　　 Following Guidro Lockhart's order, the front ends of their wands lit up at the same time.