As Allen expected, although Professor Lockhart turned his wand into many tricks, he was unable to defeat Professor Snape's simple words "Destroy your weapon"!

Suddenly a dazzling red light flashed, and Lockhart was hit hard and stood unsteadily. He flew backwards out of the stage, hitting the wall, then slid down and curled up on the floor.

Malfoy applauded and cheered with several other Slytherin students. Many girls jumped up and down, covered their mouths and screamed, worried about their idols.

Professor Lockhart staggered and stood up, his hat fell off, and his wavy curly hair stood up.

"Okay, you see it!" he said, "This is a disarming spell--as you see, I lost my wand--a, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, Professor Snape, show them this trick, this idea is wonderful."

Professor Lockhart is good at smoothing out the situation for himself. But Allen felt that Professor Snape's "weapons to you" was clean and magical. Not to mention the flashy Professor Lockhart, even his elder brother Albert, a young and capable Auror, would probably be knocked away.

"But, don't mind if I say that, your intention to do this just now is too obvious. If I want to stop you, there is no need to be a blow. I think, in order to increase their knowledge, I might as well let them see..."

Snape looked murderous. Lohart probably noticed it too, so he said, "The demonstration ends here! Now I come to you and divide you into two groups. Professor Snape, Professor Flitvie, if you are willing to help me..."

"Professor Lockhart, in order to encourage the little wizards to practice seriously, you might as well set some lottery tickets! First, we group in two groups. We observe their performance during practice, and then select a little wizard from each academy to fight on behalf of the academy where they are located. The winner of the final decision can be rewarded with fifty points in the academy. Professor Snape, what do you think?"

Professor Flivi, who had been silent, was thrilling as soon as he opened his mouth!

Professor Snape nodded in agreement with Professor Flivie's suggestion and scanned the audience coolly, as if he was planning to pair in groups.

"Ah! This idea is great, I am just thinking about it. When the final winner is decided, I will personally add fifty points to the winner's academy, and he will also get my signature book - "I Who Can Magic".

Professor Lockhart really spared no effort to promote his new book.

However, such rewards are indeed very tempting for the little wizards. Obtaining fifty points for their academy will make them a hero! And Professor Lockhart's autographed books will never be too many for the little witches!

When Ravenclaws heard this, they were excited. In order to get scores, the little wizards were almost obsessed with it. Professor Flitvie created such a rare opportunity for everyone, and it is absolutely impossible to lose.

Even Allen took this duel seriously. It was really tempting to get a 50-point bonus at one time! He made up his mind to get the score and never give other academies the chance to widen the score gap.

The three professors walked through the crowd and paired them up.

Lohat asked Neville and Justin Finrie to form a pair; Edward was assigned to Fulleg of Gryffindor by Professor Flivie; Professor Snape separated Hermione and Millison Besder of Slytherin...

Allen noticed that Malfoy walked towards Harry arrogantly and smiled proudly. Such groupings were naturally Professor Snape's masterpiece.

Allen has no opponent yet. The little wizard in the same grade knows too well about Allen's strength, and no one wants to be his opponent.

Finally, Professor Flivie appointed George Weasley of Gryffindor as his duel.

"I protest, I don't want to compete with my younger brother in the lower grade!" George was very reluctant and made all kinds of grimaces.

"Are you afraid of losing to Allen?" Penelo said coldly from the side. She looked very unhappy when she saw George despising Allen.

Penelo happened to be arranged to Gryffindor's Percy Weasley. She originally admired Percy's excellence very much, but at this moment, looking at the two brothers' exact red hair and freckles on their cheeks, Penelo's heart was furious and decided to make Percy look good and taste the power of Ravenclaw!

"Faced with your partner!" Lockhart returned to the stage and shouted, "Bow!"

George had no choice but to quickly complete the etiquette with Allen.

"Rise up your wand and be ready!" Lohart said loudly, "When I count to three, I will use magic to disarm the opponent's weapon-just disarm-we do not want an accident. One-two-three-"

George suddenly raised his wand over his shoulder, ready to deal with Allen quickly. However, the next second, he flew out and hit the wall.

He got up from the ground in a mess and touched his wand back. George, who had always been hippie and smiling, looked angry.

"You must have attacked in advance!" George was indignant. He absolutely did not believe that he would be defeated by Allen, who was only in the second grade.

"I don't. But if you really don't believe it, we might as well do it again." Allen was calm and willing to speak with his strength.

George agreed without hesitation. Allen asked Professor Flitvi, who had been paying attention to here, as the referee, so as not to accept the result and refuse to admit defeat.

Standing again, George did not bow again, but stared at Allen. Allen completed the ceremony politely.

"one two three--"

As soon as Professor Frieve finished speaking, a red light hit George. He was knocked out again and hit the wall. His posture and position were exactly the same as before.

He picked up the wand in embarrassment and walked back, "Although I don't want to, I have to admit that Alan, you are indeed better than me!" George showed a bitter smile.

Not all duels are so fast and peaceful; not all wizards will be as willing to accept defeat as George; not everyone will be like Allen, just using "weapons of you" to defeat their opponents.

"I said, just disarm!" Lockhart shouted at the head of the fierce fighting crowd in horror.

Professor Flivie and Professor Snape were shuttled through the crowd, constantly lifting spells for the little wizard who had been hit by other spells.

A stream of green smoke filled the entire venue. Everyone's eyes were red and the curse flew around.

Edward and Fulleg's wands were thrown to the ground, and the two of them were entangled together, and they punched each other and had a lot of fun.
Chapter completed!