Lockhart beamed with a self-satisfied expression as he gave Snape a hearty, confident pat on the shoulder, acting as if they were equals and lifelong friends, completely ignoring Snape's steadily darkening expression.
Snape shook his shoulder in disgust, shrugging off Lockhart's hand, and walked without a word to the center of the arena, stopping to face Lockhart.
His gaze was as cold as frost, his wand hanging casually at his side. A powerful aura of repulsion radiated from his entire body, silently declaring the utter redundancy of this so-called "demonstration."
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