Chen Ang was busy teaching, and the poor Lockhart was still frozen there. His popularity in Hogwarts was extremely bad. After so long, not a single professor went to see him. In the end, Professor Mag had to take into consideration the students' authority as a professor, so he walked up to Lockhart, pulled out his magic wand, and cast a "Spell Stop" spell on him.
However, it didn't have any effect. Lockhart was still frozen on the spot as if he was dead.
Chen Ang walked over, and said, "Professor, it's useless to do that. The petrification caused by the petrification ray isn't the state, but the result. A spell like Spell Stop that dispels the status of the curse can't remove it, just like it can't remove the damage caused by the Shadowless Divine Blade or the burns caused by the Fire Curse. The inspiration for the petrification curse came from the snake monster's gaze, so the removal of the curse is also related to that.
"The potion made from the Mandrake Grass can cure the stiffness caused by the petrification ray.
"But you have to take note that the permanent petrification ray will cause the lung muscles to stiffen. Usually, the person will die from respiratory failure within two minutes. It's a very dangerous curse."
Chen Ang explained softly. At the same time, his hands didn't stop moving. He cast a counter-spell to wake Lockhart up slowly. At the same time, his left hand completed a hidden gesture — this was a modification spell that could make one forget everything, A Golden Millet Dream. Its effect was to blur the memory of the person who was cast the spell, resulting in a blurry memory after waking up from the dream.
Lockhart would have a vague memory of this period of time, but the part that Chen Ang didn't want him to remember would be as blurry as a dream.
"Professor Lockhart gave us a very good demonstration!" Chen Ang helped Lockhart up. When he was still in a daze, he patted his shoulder, and loudly said, "Professor Lockhart isn't a small wizard like you … It's very easy for him to stop me. He was only cooperating with me just now to demonstrate to everyone what we have to pay attention to in a magic duel …"
Lockhart was hit by a powerful black magic, and was still suffering from some side effects. He was clearly a little dazed, but he had an almost instinctive conditioned reflex when it came to protecting his own reputation.
"Yes, a demonstration is a good idea. When Professor Chen Ang told me to cooperate with him to complete the demonstration for this duel class, I took the initiative to suggest that I show you the complete duel procedure, including defeat … It would be easy for me to win, but it would put too much pressure on Professor Chen Ang. I mean, the person you should be familiar with is him. "
"That's why I made such a request. I don't want to steal his limelight." Lockhart gradually came to his senses, and his logic became clearer.
His other abilities might be a mess, but his eloquence wasn't bad. Looking at the expressions of his fangirls, Harlot's performance had deceived more than half of his admirers and followers. Of course, Harry and the others wouldn't believe him, but it seemed like Hermione did. This showed that IQ and idolatry didn't have much to do with each other. Any woman could become a brainless fan.
They weren't fans because they were brainless, but because they were fans because they were brainless … Of course, there were some who were fans and brainless, but these types of people could be said to be the shame of humanity. Every time one of them appeared, it would make people's eyes light up, and they would be tempted to give them a Darwin Award.
Most of Lockhart's glorious experiences in his book were obtained through deception, but there were two things that were real. One was his exquisite writing style, and the other was his incantation that was impossible to defend against.
At this moment, Lockhart was using his silver tongue to brag about the story of his duel with a wizard in the snowy mountains of Tibet.
In the end, Chen Ang had no choice but to interrupt him. If he were to continue, this duel class would become a report on Lockhart's glorious deeds. He cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Professor Lockhart, it's getting late …"
Although Lockhart's memories from earlier were blurry, his fear of Chen Ang … or rather, his lingering fear was still there. Seeing this, he hurriedly interrupted himself and said, "Alright! Now, I'll split you into groups of two. Professor Chen, please make the decision! "Lockhart put a skinny Durmstrong student and Ron together.
Harry was anxious to death, because he kept seeing the Durmstrong student grinning, revealing two canine fangs like a viper. His tongue was so long that it almost touched the bridge of his nose. At a certain moment when it brushed past Harry's eyes, Harry inadvertently saw that the Durmstrong student's pupils had become vertical like those of a feline or a cold-blooded animal.
His cold pupils were filled with cruelty and coldness, sending chills down one's spine.
However, it was only a phenomenon that he observed for a moment. When he focused his attention and looked carefully, the student smiled at him, and his appearance had returned to normal. What happened in that moment seemed like an illusion, but Harry swore that he saw it clearly.
"Yakov!" Chen Ang called out to the Durmstrong student, "Why don't you go up and demonstrate for us!"
Yakov agreed with a smile, and dragged the iron birch wand that was taller than him up the stage. Ron was also a little excited, but also a little hesitant as he looked at the Hogwarts professors on the stage. He saw Snape's familiar cold gaze, and Dumbledore's warm smile as he looked at him encouragingly.
Ron was just about to take a step forward when he was hugged by Lockhart.
"Great! You're Harry's friend, right? Don't be afraid, with my guidance — the youngest Defense Against Dark Magic professor in Hogwarts, you'll be invincible. Listen well … Do as I usually teach you. "
"What do you usually teach us?" Ron was in despair.
"You didn't teach us anything … You can't even deal with the little elves from Cornshire." He really wanted to shout these words out, but seeing Snape's viper-like expression, he tactfully shut his mouth.
In reality, Snape who loathed Lockhart wouldn't necessarily care about this. However, it would depend on whether Snape loathed Lockhart more or the trio more … The biggest possibility was that Snape would humiliate Lockhart and punish Ron harshly.
Ron lifted his old wand, and stood on the stage as if he was walking on thin ice.
The two bowed to each other, and then walked back to the duel position. After Lockhart shouted three, two, one, Yakov roared and rushed up with his wand. Lockhart paled at the side, and Ron was so scared that he didn't know what to do. Hence, Lockhart warned loudly, "Disarm incantation is only allowed! Stop there and chant the incantation … "
Yakov raised his spear like a dragon, and swung his wand at Ron's face. Only then did Ron start to chant the incantation, and thus, before he could finish chanting, he was hit heavily on the cheek. His head tilted to the side, and he fainted.
Lockhart rushed up in a hurry. He walked up to the duel stage, and raised his wand to disarm Yakov.
But he made a mistake — he walked too close. Yakov raised his wand. It was made of iron birch wood, and was as thick as an egg. The body of the wand was both hard and flexible. While retaining the hardness of iron birch wood that was comparable to steel, it also had the unique flexibility of wood, and its ability to channel magic was also very strong. Yakov's magic flowed smoothly in the wand. This handy wand had already established a trace of connection with Yakov when he was resisting the invasion of the evil god's consciousness.
Yakov seemed to have gone mad. His eyes were bloodshot, and he fell into a state of madness. But with the help of the wand in his hand, he managed to maintain a trace of clarity.
Such a state of madness on the outside and calmness on the inside coincided with a profound martial art that Chen Ang had imparted to him. Hence, the magic wand carried a strong gust of wind as it slashed towards Lockhart's face.
"Ah!" Lockhart's face was smashed by the wand. He covered his mouth in pain, trying to protect his big teeth.
But after being hit on the face, he couldn't use the incantation anymore, and Yakov wouldn't let go of this opportunity. He used his right hand to lift Lockhart's lower body, and his left hand responded with a punch, beating Lockhart until he fainted. It was as if he had used the Forgetting Incantation — Forgetting Everything (Physics).
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