Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Maybe it will work?"

"In this area of ​​knowledge, you are not as good as me, why don't you try to believe my words?"

"Lockhart" squinted, stretched out his hands to pick up the intestines on the ground, and stuffed them back into his stomach. With a playful smile on his face, he glanced to the side: "There is only half of the hourglass left."

"Professor Dumbledore, don't you think anymore?"

"Just a Minister for Magic as small as a slug."

"There is no other Dumbledore who can stand up and stop you."

Fudge's face became even more terrified.

"Stop deceiving people, Tom." Scrimgeour raised his wand, "Tell me everything now, and when I get to Azkaban, I will be taken care of..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

"Lockhart" swung his wand away: "Cruciatus!"

Scrimgeour couldn't dodge in time, he was cursed, and fell down in pain, his whole body curled up like a shrimp, and he let out a cry of pain.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore cut off the connection of the spell: "Tom!"

"Lockhart" smiled contemptuously, looked down at Scrimgeour: "What's your name, what Jack?"

"Recognize yourself, okay?"

"Don't do what you shouldn't do. Only Dumbledore can attack me here, and he is the only one who has the qualifications."

"As for you, you can barely kiss the back of my instep, do you want to come?"

As he spoke, he paused, then suddenly raised his head to look at Harry, with meaningful meaning: "Maybe our Mr. Potter is also qualified to take action against me, that gesture..."

"What little spell?"

"Why don't we just play a little game to pass the time?"

Harry said nothing, staring at him warily.

"One-fifth is left." The hourglass fell quickly, and "Lockhart" fiddled with his wand, "Haven't thought about it yet? Can't remember the spell?"

"I can teach you."

"The Killing Curse is Avada Kedavra."

"The Fiercefire Curse is hellfire."

Scrimgeour was still lying on the ground, but the Cruciatus Curse for just a few seconds had prevented him from recovering.

Dumbledore wasn't going to pull out his wand again.

In silence, the last wisp of sand fell.

Harry didn't intend to bear it any longer, and raised his hand——

"Arden!"

The purple rune landed and lingered in a circle.

Another magic seal "Alder" swept through the invisible air wave and slammed into Lockhart's body.

The superposition of the power of the French seal and the French seal made Lockhart stagger and retreat, and a half-illusory black shadow emerged from his back, and the roots were broken and rooted on his back.

Harry swung his sword.

With a whoosh, the black shadow rushed back, hardly affected by much, and let him slash at nothing.

"Lockhart" looked at Harry in astonishment, with some surprise in his eyes: "Soul magic?"

"It can interfere with me, this is not the level that a second-year wizard should have."

"I didn't expect Harry Potter, the bright and righteous and great savior, to study these things in private. Does Professor Dumbledore know?"

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged.

"Lockhart" clicked his tongue, looked at Harry who raised his hand and was about to cast the seal again, shook his head, and said softly: "Mr. Potter, now is not the time for us to meet."

"Goodbye, then, Professor Dumbledore."

His voice fell.

The clod of black smoke fell from Lockhart's body as if disintegrating, and his whole body, like a puppet with loose strings, hit the ground heavily.

Fudge took out a towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to speak.

"Lockhart" stood up abruptly again, he tilted his head, with a Lockhart-style signature smile on his face, and said softly, "I almost forgot, there is another gift for you."

"Wake up—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soul in this body was exchanged immediately. Lockhart came back. He looked around in panic, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore: "Principal Dumbledore, save me...help me..."

He begged bitterly.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have believed him."

"He wants my life now."

"I'm so sick, Professor Dumbledore, I'm in so much pain, I'm so cold, I really want to live."

But as he spoke, he lifted his foot and slowly moved towards the Slytherin table.

The internal organs are bumped and bumped.

The intestines fell to the ground and rolled out a long strip.

"Professor Dumbledore, you must be able to stop him." Lockhart's voice pleaded even more, his facial features were distorted, and his head was turned as hard as possible, so that his pitiful face could be seen by others.

"He's afraid of you."

"He asked a lot about you."

"Oh...Harry, and Harry!"

"You can, too. He also asked a lot about you."

Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed down his glasses: "Where did you put Tom's thing?"

"It's in my stomach, it's in my stomach!" Lockhart couldn't wait to answer. "I just came back to the office that night and saw it on my desk."

"He told me that Dumbledore would find him and let me hide it in my stomach."

Harry opened his mouth to remind: "There is nothing in your stomach now, not even the internal organs."

Lockhart lowered his head and looked at his stomach with fear in his eyes: "Where is my stomach?"

"No, when..."

"I should have thought of it earlier, my stomach..."

Dumbledore interrupted his last words: "So where did you go in the morning? You were still in the office until eight o'clock."

They stared all night.

Lockhart has been quiet.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the professors were responsible for protecting the students of their colleges. After Dumbledore got the news that no little wizard had been killed and they had all arrived in the auditorium, he also came back here. He had to protect the safety of the students.

During this lengthy period, Lockhart had not been out of the house.

And now, it's not even nine o'clock.

"I...I don't know." Lockhart was confused, trying to remember, "I remember... at 8:30, he told me to go out and act, and suddenly it hurt so badly that he seemed to have shot me, so I wanted to come and ask for help."

"Then……"

"I don't know anything."

"Where to go?" Dumbledore asked again.

Lockhart shook his head, his expression still blank.

But soon, he panicked again: "Professor Dumbledore save me! Help me, I'm really in pain, my body is hot..."

Dumbledore looked at him coldly: "I'm just the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you were expelled last night."

"Rufus! Think of a way." Fudge took out his wand, and yelled at the Auror office director who was still lying on the ground, "Save Lockhart!"

His voice sounded like a switch was being triggered.

Lockhart swelled as if he was inflated, and his head, arms, and thighs gradually swelled.

Before Fudge shouted "Curse Listop".

bang—

The body, which swelled several times in the blink of an eye, exploded suddenly, and fireworks of flesh and blood bloomed.

No one in the auditorium was injured.

A transparent barrier stood in front of them, blood and flesh smeared on it, six or seven inches away from them-this was Dumbledore's handwriting.

"Steal other people's lives and make yourself a dazzling person." Harry's tone was indifferent, and he became emotional. "It's really suitable to get this most brilliant and passionate way of death."

Dumbledore turned to look at Fudge, and said softly, "Connelly, you have seen it all."

"I cannot leave Hogwarts now."

The last chapter of the second volume.

It is true that the update is a bit slow because of the launch, which makes it seem that the rhythm is a bit procrastinated, QAQ, the following plot will end in one breath.

It is basically confirmed that 2/1 will be on the shelves, and it will explode in one breath!

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