- Gather round!

Gather round.

Can everybody see me?

Can you all hear me?

Excellent.

In light of the dark events of recent weeks,

Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission

to start this little dueling club to train you all up

in case you ever need to defend yourselves,

as I myself have done on countless occasions.

For full details, see my published works.

(girls gasping)

- That Lockheart's something, isn't he?

Awfully brave chap.

Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hufflepuff.

- Oh, nice to meet you, I'm--

- I know who you are.

We all do, even us muggle-borns.

- Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape.

(dramatic music)

He has sportingly agreed to help me

with a short demonstration.

Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry.

You'll still have your potions master

when I'm through with him.

Never fear.

(dramatic music)

One.

Two.

Three.

- Expelliarmus!

(blast)

(shouts)

(giggling)

- Do you think he's alright?

- Who cares?

- An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape,

but if you don't mind me saying,

it was pretty obvious what you were about to do,

and if I had wanted to stop you,

it would have been only too easy.

- Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students

to block unfriendly spells, professor.

- An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape!

Uh, let's have a volunteer pair.

Potter, Weasley, how about you?

- Weasley's wand causes devastation

with the simplest spells.

We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox.

Might I suggest someone from my own house?

Malfoy perhaps?

(anxious music)

- Good luck, Potter.

- Thank you, sir.

- Wands at the ready!

- Scared, Potter?

- You wish.

(dramatic music)

- On the count of three cast your charms

to disarm your opponent.

Only to disarm!

We don't want any accidents here.

One.

Two.

- Everte Statum!

(blast)

(dramatic music)

(gasps)

(laughter)

- Rictusempra!

(blast)

(laughter)

- I said disarm only!

- Serpensortia!

(blast)

(hissing)

(anxious music)

- Don't move, Potter.

I'll get rid of it for you.

- Allow me, Professor Snape!

Alarte Ascendare!

(hissing)

(students chuckling)

(hissing)

(anxious music)

(whispering a foreign language)

(hissing)

(whispering a foreign language)

(hissing)

(whispering a foreign language)

(hissing)

- Vipera ...

Evanesca.

(sizzling)

- What are you playing at?

(anxious music)