I was expelled from Hogwarts?

The potion had been poured into Lockhart's stomach, and he screamed miserably as if he was suffering great torture.

Tom collected the fears of the four wizards and boiled them into potions, all of which entered Lockhart's body at this time.

It takes a long time for Silently to emerge from its appearance to its full formation, just like a pregnancy in October, before it can be ripe... If there is a mistake in the middle, it may also lead to failure.

Therefore, the obscurity is not so easy to appear.

But Tom used an ancient magic, which the basilisk told him, said it came from Slytherin, and it could speed up the whole process, correspondingly... ten times, a hundred times the pain.

Tom has never used magic because he doesn't need the power of the Obscure, but now that there is no basilisk, he has to find another way to incubate a powerful force himself to help him resurrect.

It was the first time that Lockhart felt so uncomfortable, and a feeling of fear enveloped him, and all kinds of memories from the past, like slides, kept appearing in his mind.

They were bad memories, coming back like waves, amplifying his fears and aversion to magic.

The manic magic power was rampant in his body. He had never felt this kind of magic riot since he was an adult.

In Lockhart's ear, there seemed to be a devilish voice, constantly bewitching:

"They are bullying you... look down on you... think you are a liar... throw you into the bottom of the black lake... the mermaid bullies you... I will give you strength... strong power to protect yourself..."

Lockhart was insane, with a pained look on his face, squatting on the ground, clasped his hands and grasped his cheeks, bleeding from the sharp nail hooks, he was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

Along with the blood, there were streaks of black matter as black as ink, coming in and out from Lockhart's wound, and his eyes also turned a strange dark red color.

Those black substances are mixed with countless wailing, resentment, resentment and hatred, which are devouring Lockhart's life at this time, and are gestating silence.

Without any hesitation, Rove rushed towards Lockhart, trying to interrupt him from becoming the Obscure.

But Tom's diary suddenly floated up, and all the papers spread out, one, two, three... Like flying butterflies, each piece was connected into pieces, and then gathered towards Rove's location overwhelmingly.

The dense and uncountable papers covered the entire room like a cloud, preventing Rove from approaching, trying to buy Lockhart time.

Rove raised his arm, a flame appeared at his fingertips, and he flung it out like an orange coin.

The flame leaped into the air, suddenly became countless, and condensed into the shape of a huge lizard. It was full of flames, and as Rove waved his arms, he rushed away.

It's like rushing straight forward like an arrow!

The papers all over the sky were ignited, they burned blazingly, emitting pungent black smoke, the smoke condensed and did not disperse, turned into dozens of whips, and swung fiercely at the young man.

Rove snapped his fingers expressionlessly, the devil's net drilled out of the ground, the black vines and the whip whipped each other, the sound was like cannonballs.

But the devil's net is obviously not the opponent of the black whip. Every time they hit each other, the devil's net is like a lit firecracker, turning into powder, and the ringing sound is continuous again and again, and the devil's net is gradually shortening.

Seeing that this was not the way to go, Rove suddenly puffed up his mouth, and a large mass of liquid gushed out from his mouth, like a torrent of pouring water.

Tongue and teeth sticky acid!

Rove used this magic for the first time, of course not only because this viscous and thick liquid is not beautiful at all, but also because it is too... dangerous!

The corrosive saliva from the carnivorous slug can easily dissolve the infested objects. It falls on the black mist, making a squeaking sound, and the smoke is just swallowed up.

The floor of the Room of Requirement was also corroded, with many large pits scorched out, and there was also a faint pungent smell.

Rove didn't forget to stick out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, his movements were elegant.

The trembling Harry hid behind Rove with a shocked expression on his face, while Tom in the black mist was also in a daze.

This magic...why is it so weird!

Just when Tom was in a daze, a vine emerged from the ground without warning, wrapped around Lockhart's feet, and threw him into the air.

Lockhart was thrown out of the protective circle of black mist, and Rove tipped his toes, using the elf to "fly through the sky", and his figure flew towards the air.

Tom didn't expect that Rove could fly. This kind of magic is too rare for wizards... He doesn't know how many "surprises" Scamander has!

But Tom didn't stop him, he hid in the smoke and laughed arrogantly.

"You can't save him, you can't save Lockhart, Scamander!"

"Idiot, I didn't even try to save him." Rove cursed.

Mo Ran on Lockhart is almost taking shape, how can he be saved, the young man just wants to kill Lockhart now, and prevent Mo Ran from appearing.

A goblin's dagger appeared in Rove's hand, and he stabbed Lockhart's head straight, but only pierced the skin an inch, as if piercing a wall, unable to penetrate any further.

Lockhart had a ferocious face and grinned his teeth. Although he didn't growl, the violent aura was shocking.

The place between his brows was pierced, and blood slid down the bridge of his nose, adding a bit of hostility.

The black oily substance was finally fully formed. It kept spinning, releasing a turbulent and powerful energy, which pierced Rove's arm, and directly bounced him away.

Rove stabilized his figure in mid-air, his right hand holding the knife was stabbed, his arm drooped, and the blood continued to flow out of the sleeve and dripped onto the ground along his fingers.

Rove stretched out his left hand and put it on his right. Under the magic of "Hand of Healing", the wound healed slowly... nothing serious happened.

Lockhart raised his head and let out a beastly roar that pierced his eardrums. Except for the cheek that was exposed, he could vaguely distinguish who he was, and the rest of his body was hidden in the black mist... It was weird and scary.

The black mist surrounding him seemed to be alive, exuding powerful magic power... It was silent, a product of loneliness and abuse, breaking through layers of injury and pain to burst out!

Tom stood not far away, looking at his masterpiece, laughing triumphantly.

"Open your soul to me, and give me your strength...Moran, I am your master, I was the one who conceived you...Show allegiance to me, and help me resurrect!"

But before Tom could finish his sentence, Silence had already wrapped Lockhart in his arms, across the room, and flew beside him, suspended in the air.

The black mist hit Tom's head, and with a bang, the entire head was "uprooted".

Rove: "..."

Harry: "..."

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