Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Almost all little wizards are as worried as Hermione.

They believed in Hogwarts, they believed in the professors, and trust was not a spell that would stop the basilisk.

Such dark magic creatures are certainly terrifying.

But what they fear most is...

Obviously the professors have made all the preparations, and "roosters" can be seen everywhere in the castle.

But some students were still attacked.

Even though it was Christmas vacation, only those people stayed in the school.

But this matter did not get any progress.

Where is the basilisk?

Where is the chamber of secrets?

Where is the heir?

They asked the professors, and the professors were silent, oh...not that no one spoke up at all, Lockhart was just talking in his class.

Talk about how you saved Hogwarts from fire and water during the Christmas holidays.

At the critical moment, he found the heir manipulated by the black magic item and fought her desperately. Unfortunately, at the most critical moment, he accidentally let her escape.

The students only listened to it for fun, and no one took his words seriously.

Not to mention whether Lockhart has that ability.

There are only three witches staying at school for Christmas.

One was lying in the school infirmary, one was a Hufflepuff half-blood, and the last was a pure-blood - but she was a Gryffindor.

How could the "heir" who caused such a big incident be a girl.

The last class of the first week of the new year.

Harry's is Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Unhappy, Neville stepped down from the podium. He had just won twenty points for Gryffindor by cooperating with Lockhart in the story of the "heroic wizard" subduing a werewolf.

But that didn't cheer up the little wizards.

Compared with your own safety, scores are not so important.

Especially this week, Slytherin was very proud - the heir was not caught, he could continue to threaten other little wizards, their praise became more and more fierce, Slytherin was indeed the greatest!

"Look, you all look sad." A few minutes before the end of get out of class, Lockhart tugged at his collar, "Could it be that taking your favorite Professor Lockhart's class can't make you happy ?"

Ron covered his face with "Standard Spells Level 2" and muttered, "We'd be happier if we didn't have his class."

Every little wizard hopes to learn even a little bit of real skills from Lockhart.

Especially at such a critical juncture.

But Lockhart could only spit out: "I killed a basilisk in Turku back then, don't worry, Hogwarts will be protected by me!"

"I also got a few basilisk eggs, but unfortunately I was too hungry at the time, so I fried them and ate them, otherwise I could show them to you guys."

The students rolled their eyes straight after hearing this.

But if this professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts reads books on basic dark magic creatures, he will not say such outrageous things-the basilisk does not lay eggs, it is an "artificial magic creature" that hatches male eggs from toads ".

But thank God, at least he still knew that the basilisk was born from eggs, so he didn't make a bigger joke.

The young wizards grumbled and complained as softly as Ron.

Lockhart increased his volume: "Then I think the better news I'm going to say next will definitely make you happy again."

"I, Lockhart..." He announced his long list of titles again, "I understand your concerns, and young wizards should indeed master some stronger spells."

"So tonight, in the auditorium, I will teach you some magic that you are most interested in and how to better protect yourself."

Hermione couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "What can he teach us?"

"How do you make an omelette from a rooster's egg? Hagrid's definitely better at it than he is."

Lockhart raised his wand, thought for a while, picked up the chalk himself, and wrote a series of words on the blackboard: "I made a request to Professor Dumbledore, and got his permission to open a dueling club in the castle! "

"I want you all to come and see."

"How should a powerful and excellent wizard go to war!"

The little wizards were surprised.

It seemed like Lockhart had...really done something useful.

They have long longed for a duel, fighting like a real wizard, especially Gryffindor-their disputes with Slytherin usually start with pulling out their wands and end with the professor waving their wands to separate them.

Hitting and hitting, they found that the wand was not as good as the fist.

The lower the grade, the more obvious this phenomenon is.

They were lively and discussing the dueling club. This is good news. It would be even better if Professor Flitwick could do it.

Dinner is over.

Mag waved his wand and removed the long tables representing the four colleges, leaving a large open space.

Lockhart walked up to her, with a flattering and pleading expression, and said something for a long time. McGonagall was reluctant, and raised his wand again, conjuring a gorgeous stage with gold rims.

He hurriedly thanked McGonagall, and ran to the stage in a hurry.

"Come around, everyone, come around." Lockhart excitedly waved at the little wizards, "Can everyone hear me?"

See people around nodding reluctantly.

He smiled brighter: "Some people heard me say it in class, and some people saw the notice in the hall. I can only say that the little wizards who are willing to come are very lucky!"

"As we all know, Professor Flitwick is a famous dueling champion."

At the teacher's table, Flitwick's face turned cold. The words were good, but when they came out of Lockhart's mouth, they turned out to be so ugly.

Lockhart continued his rhetoric.

"And I, an excellent wizard who was born in Ravenclaw, have achieved a little success in duels. As written in my book, I am also a very good dueling master myself."

"In order not to let you misunderstand that I am bullying the elderly..." Flitwick's face turned darker.

"I invited Professor Snape to be my assistant. He himself knows a thing or two about dueling. Although it is dangerous, for the sake of the lovely students, he still bravely proposed to do a duel with me before class. A small demonstration."

Snape also had a look of disgust on his face.

The Slytherins frowned.

It is well known that "courage" is a symbol of Gryffindor. Lockhart's seemingly complimented words undoubtedly pointed to Snape's nose and said, "You are a Gryffindor!"

"Of course, don't worry, I will keep my hand carefully and return your Potions professor to you unharmed." Lockhart spread his hands, without any premonition of danger, and said in a proud tone, "If you take two classes at the same time, your Lockhart Professor Hart will not have time to respond to fan letters."

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked Lockhart up and down, silently like a poisonous snake before pounced on it, considering where to strike.

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are not too big a deal to watch.

Hufflepuff cast a pitying look at Lockhart.

The Slytherins wished that their headmaster would cast a spell immediately and beat him to death.

"Can we start?" Snape interrupted his tirade, and somewhat reluctantly stepped onto this pompous stage.

"Of course, you should ask Professor Snape if you are ready." Lockhart took out his wand, "An excellent wizard like me is always ready."

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