CHAPTER ELEVEN
Harry swung his wand high, but Malfoy had already started on“ two”: His spell hit Harry so hard he felt as though he’ d been hit over the head with a saucepan. He stumbled, but everything still seemed to be working, and wasting no more time, Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted,“ Rictusempra!”
A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.
“ I said disarm only!” Lockhart shouted in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd, as Malfoy sank to his knees; Harry had hit him with a Tickling Charm, and he could barely move for laughing. Harry hung back, with a vague feeling it would be unsporting to bewitch Malfoy while he was on the floor, but this was a mistake; gasping for breath, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry’ s knees, choked,“ Tarantallegra!” and the next second Harry’ s legs began to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep.“ Stop! Stop!” screamed Lockhart, but Snape took charge.“ Finite Incantatem!” he shouted; Harry’ s feet stopped dancing,
Malfoy stopped laughing, and they were able to look up.
A haze of greenish smoke was hovering over the scene. Both Neville and Justin were lying on the floor, panting; Ron was holding up an ashen-faced Seamus, apologizing for whatever his broken wand had done; but Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode were still moving; Millicent had Hermione in a headlock and Hermione was whimpering in pain; both their wands lay forgotten on the floor. Harry leapt forward and pulled Millicent off. It was difficult: She was a lot bigger than he was.
“ Dear, dear,” said Lockhart, skittering through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels.“ Up you go, Macmillan....
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