Professor Snape stood to the side, a glimmer of approval in his eyes.
He agreed with Charlie's view that the Duelling Club was for teaching students how to protect themselves.
If it weren't for this purpose, he wouldn't have agreed to be Lockhart's assistant.
"If you encounter a Wizard stronger than yourself, many Spells won't be effective, because the opponent often knows those same Spells," Charlie continued.
"Therefore, as the weaker party, duelling skills are the most important. Mastering techniques can often make Spells achieve unexpected effects."
He turned to Snape.
"Professor, please assist me in demonstrating close-range duelling techniques."
Professor Snape was very confused; how did he not know there were any close-range duelling techniques?
However, he still silently walked in front of Charlie, raising his wand, ready for battle.
His black robe cast a shadow in the light, and his whole person exuded an oppressive aura.
Charlie approached unhurriedly.
"Professor, get ready."
"Three."
"Two."
But what came next was not the expected "one."
Charlie's left hand suddenly pulled out a handful of ash from his pocket and threw it directly at Professor Snape's face.
At the same time, his right hand raised his wand, concealed by the dust.
"Tongue-Tying Curse!"
Professor Snape was caught off guard, sand got into his eyes, and he instinctively closed them.
Due to the momentary loss of vision, the Spell Charlie cast struck Professor Snape without suspense, rendering him speechless.
Charlie pressed his advantage, waving his wand.
A rope appeared, binding Professor Snape tightly.
To prevent Professor Snape from casting silently and without a wand, Charlie used the rope to firmly tie Professor Snape's fingers, as silent and wandless casting also requires certain hand gestures.
[Your Majesty ambushed your teacher, shamefully tying him to the ground, tyrant points +10]
The Great Hall was silent.
Everyone's eyes were wide, unable to believe what had just happened.
"Charlie cheated!" a Slytherin student shouted.
"He ambushed Professor!"
They couldn't accept their Dean being ambushed and defeated.
"What kind of technique is that? Rubbish! I'd rather die than learn something like this."
Charlie glanced at them.
"Outside of school, you face enemies, and enemies won't be soft-hearted; they will only use more despicable methods against you."
"These methods I used can be done by first-year students. But when used by surprise, they can even take down adult Wizards."
After hearing this, the Slytherin students' protests quieted down.
They also felt there was some truth to it.
"Remember, leniency towards enemies is cruelty to oneself," Charlie said, striking while the iron was hot.
"The moment the Spell hits, you go up and poke his eyes, kick him in the groin, making him completely lose the ability to resist."
The students below felt a chill, and even some girls began to feel a phantom ache in a non-existent part.
Draco's eyes, however, lit up, as if a new world had opened to him.
If he used this move on Harry...
Draco turned to look at Harry, only to find Harry looking back at him.
Their gazes met in the air, sparking intense flames.
Charlie announced from the stage.
"Alright, now in pairs, start training. Remember, you must throw it at the face to block the opponent's vision."
"When throwing, simultaneously cast a Spell. Everyone should know the Tongue-Tying Curse; I don't need to teach it, do I?"
Charlie waved his wand, and a large pile of sand appeared at the edge of the stage.
"Those who are ready, come and grab a handful of sand."
The students reluctantly found partners, but everyone was reserved. Throwing sand in a classmate's face... is that something a normal person would do?
But two people were exceptions.
Draco and Harry stared at each other, getting closer and closer.
Until they were face to face, their eyes locked on each other.
Draco gave a sinister smile.
"Potter... Ah!"
Harry didn't bother listening to him babble, flinging a handful of sand at Draco's face.
Unfortunately, due to the exaggerated movement, the motion for casting the Spell with his right hand was distorted, and the Tongue-Tying Curse didn't connect.
He still needed practice.
"My eyes!"
"You wait!"
Draco grew anxious, grabbed a handful of sand, and threw it back.
Among the onlookers, some students also began to secretly make their moves.
This was like stirring up a hornet's nest; no one wanted to get a face full of sand.
So, to avoid being hit with sand, they could only throw it at the opponent's face first.
For a time, the entire Great Hall was filled with dust, and the students were having a blast fighting.
Most people, due to distorted movements, did not cast subsequent Spells, so they could only frantically throw sand.
[Your Majesty corrupted classmates, led astray the atmosphere, tyrant points +10+10+10...]
Charlie looked at the chaos in the Great Hall, and the string of tyrant points, nodding contentedly.
He raised his hand to cast a protective charm on himself, to prevent dust from getting into his eyes.
Just then, a grunting sound came from his feet.
Charlie looked down.
Professor Snape lay on the ground, tightly bound by ropes, his eyes wide open, as if about to spit fire.
Charlie swallowed.
For this demonstration of duelling techniques, Professor shouldn't hold a grudge, right?
He squatted down and picked up Professor Snape's wand from beside him.
Then he loosened the ropes, and Professor Snape regained his freedom.
The Tongue-Tying Curse was also lifted.
Charlie quickly reached out and pulled Professor Snape up from the ground.
Professor Snape stood up, his face so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.
Before Professor Snape could speak, Charlie immediately began to praise him.
"Professor, you worked hard to cooperate with my demonstration to present the best effect for everyone. You worked hard, truly."
"Professor is magnanimous and surely won't hold it against me, right?"
No matter his reaction, first shower him with praise, praise him into a daze.
Professor Snape snorted coldly.
He extended his right hand in front of Charlie.
Charlie handed him his wand.
Professor Snape took the wand, gripping his fingers tightly.
He turned around, facing the Great Hall.
His wand swung fiercely, and a gust of wind rose out of nowhere, sweeping through the entire Great Hall.
The dust was dispersed, and the students were blown off balance. The previously heated crowd instantly stopped.
Everyone looked up at the stage, only Draco and Harry were still entangled.
The two had completely given up their wands and resorted to fists.
Harry was straddling Draco, punching downwards. Draco held his head, using his knees to push Harry's back. The two were fighting fiercely.
Professor Snape's gaze swept over.
"Stop it, are you Wizards or foolish goblins?"
Harry and Draco stopped their actions simultaneously.
Both were breathing heavily, their faces bruised and swollen.
Professor Snape walked off the stage and stood in front of them.
"Gryffindor, minus 10 points."
Hermione despaired; so many people were fighting, why was only Gryffindor losing points!
Draco cast a triumphant glance at Harry; it was also a brawl, Harry got points deducted, but he wouldn't.
Harry was very indignant but wisely did not contradict Professor Snape.
Professor Snape turned his head, staring at Charlie.
"Hufflepuff, minus 50 points."
The Hufflepuff students below wailed.
Professor Snape continued.
"Furthermore, Charlie, two months of detention."
Charlie was not surprised; what was due would always come.
Detention was like going home; everyone inside was a talent, he loved detention.
Professor Snape turned and left the Great Hall.
His black robe billowed behind him, stirring up a breeze.
The Great Hall became quiet again.
The students looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Charlie clapped his hands.
"Alright, today's Duelling Club is over."
"Everyone go back and practice hard."
"Next club, I'll teach the next move."
Hermione's eyes widened, there's a next time?
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