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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