The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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 you don't have to worry about getting your feet stepped on anymore?"

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

After he spent experience to upgrade his dancing skills, Isobel probably found joy in dancing.

Of course, after the whole afternoon of practice, the dance between the two finally no longer felt the rigidity of being manipulated, although the dance still had nothing to do with elegance.

"What's up with him?"

In the common room, Albert saw the injured George at a glance. The hapless arm seemed to be broken and wrapped in a large circle of white bandages.

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, "Didn't I remind you..."

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

"Actually, your luck is not bad. There was an unlucky guy in the past who lost an eye after provoking the beating Liu." Albert sat next to Fred and asked, "What did Mrs. Pomfrey say."

"Mrs. Pomfrey has already 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 over the misfortune. 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. It's the seventh secret passage 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, changing the subject.

"I'm learning to dance." Albert said casually, "You know, I'm going to a wedding in France during the Christmas holiday. An old friend reminded me that it's better to learn to dance, so I've been practicing dancing this afternoon."

"very nice!"

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

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

"Shut up, don't you see my feet are going lame?"

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

Being stepped on once or twice actually hurts a bit. After being stepped on for an afternoon, Albert even wondered if the bones in his feet were cracked.

By the time Albert came out of Madam Pomfrey's place, the pain in his feet had subsided.

Madam Pomfrey gave him an ointment to put on to ease the pain.

Of course, Albert did not 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 that it was already full of people.

No way, the reputation of the dueling club is too loud, almost all the students in the school came, the entrance became very crowded, and the students were excitedly holding their wands and preparing to participate in 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.

"So 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 came over and greeted the three with a smile. She was obviously very interested in the duel between wizards.

"Everyone is saying that it's Professor Flitwick." Angelina took Arya's hand and waved to them, and after noticing Shanna's suspicious eyes, she explained with a smile: "Flitwick was a young man when he was young. Duel champion, I don't think anyone is more suitable than him.

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"No, it's Lockhart!"

Albert motioned everyone to look at the stage, their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had already taken the stage to preside over the dueling club.

Gilderoy Lockhart looked simply radiant at the moment 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, with a sullen face, went on stage alongside Lockhart.

"Look at Snape's face, I wouldn't be surprised if he kills Lockhart later." The depression caused by George's arm injury soon disappeared. Looking at the two people on the stage with interest.

In fact, everyone is very curious about the next development.

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.

After hearing Lockhart say "...I will return your potions teacher to you intact!", Albert finally recovered from the long speech.

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

"Someone is going to be unlucky!"

Lee Jordan looked excited, 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 on their opponents.

Everything came too fast, and I saw a dazzling red light flashing in front of him, and Lockhart was hit by the spell, and his whole body flew backwards.

The Slytherin students were cheering for their dean, and the others stared silently at Lockhart, who slammed into the wall and slid down, curled up on the floor.

"The disarming spell is so powerful, can you do it to this extent?"

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

"I haven't tried it, Snape is obviously very resentful." Albert raised the corner of 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 kind of disarming spell - as you can see. Here, I lost my wand."

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

"Of course, if I want to stop it, I don't have to do anything, but in order 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 aura 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.

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