The card draw starts in Azkaban

Malfoy opened his eyes wide and looked at Duwei.

He didn't understand what the professor said.

Well.

Maybe it’s not that you don’t understand?

Is what the professor said a little too general?

It's like he knows a lot, but what he says is less than one-third of what he knows.

When Professor Lu Ping spoke some of the more fashionable words, he admitted that he did not understand them.

"I'm sorry, professor, but could you please say it again?"

Malfoy said carefully: "I didn't understand you, Professor."

When Du Wei saw this, he seemed to be lost in thought.

Malfoy said nothing.

He watched the professor sink into thinking. Soon, the professor suddenly realized something and clap his left fist into the palm of his right hand.

"I see."

Professor Lu Ping said.

He took out a book from his side and placed it in front of Malfoy.

"I think I fell into a misunderstanding, Mr. Malfoy, because I forced my level onto your head.

This is a stupid mistake.

Professor Severus often does this, so he is suitable for educating geniuses, but this teaching method is not suitable for the two of us."

Du Wei said.

Malfoy was speechless for a moment.

He didn't know whether Professor Lupine's words were hurting Snape or him.

Fortunately, Du Wei started to continue taking classes.

He pointed to a book he pulled out and said: "Do you know what is the worst thing you have done? Mr. Malfoy."

Du Wei said seriously, "You read too few books, but think too much.

Many of your thoughts have actually been thought by wizards. Your thinking process is different from theirs, but you can learn from their endings, just like the author of this book."

He picked up a book and handed it to Malfoy.

This is a book written by Mr. Lockhart.

To be precise, it is one of the books in his Around the World series.

These books were all well written. Although the publisher stopped publishing these books after Mr. Lockhart became notorious and could no longer be sold, people who had bought these books rarely destroyed them.

In the school library, the complete works of Lockhart are available.

It's just that these books have been moved to the corner. Of course, according to Mr. Lockhart's current reputation, even if all his books are placed in the most conspicuous place in the library, no one will come to borrow his books.

What’s so good about a liar’s book?

But Du Wei is just the opposite,

He recently borrowed all of Mr. Lockhart's books.

Full set.

Read carefully.

He will use these books in his spare time - this refers to the fact that after he beats Mr. Lockhart, beats those dark wizards, and scares those damn goblins, he will be like a kind old grandfather.

, sit on a chair and read fairy tales to them.

Very kind.

The various wizards and goblins around were all docile and obedient.

The fairy tale books he read in front of those people were the series of best-selling books written by Lockhart.

For example, this one.

"How to subdue a pack of werewolves"

There is also a subtitle at the bottom.

"My Horrifying Night in Romania"

It's a Romanian travelogue.

"You don't even need an ancient wizard. This book can handle your problems."

Malfoy saw the bright smiling face of Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart on this book and hesitated.

Although Professor Lupine was already authoritative in his heart, looking at Lockhart's face, Malfoy still felt a sense of absurd unreality.

"But, Professor, he's a, well, he's a liar."

Malfoy said.

Duwei nodded and said: "Yes, yes, of course Lockhart is a liar, Mr. Malfoy, but this has no conflict with you reading his books.

Before being exposed, Mr. Lockhart's books had been selling well in the wizarding world for so many years. Wasn't there a wizard who noticed his problem?

No, it's not. In the college, the teachers who had educated him all found that something was wrong, but the most difficult thing is."

He raised the book, pointed at Lockhart on the book and said: "But everyone has discovered that every one of his books, even housewives like it, How to Deal with Goblins, How to Deal with Goblins,

The various small animal series in the garden and farm are all meaningful and can be copied.

Even if you follow the operations in this book, it is replicable.

Do you understand what this means?"

Malfoy understood.

"Everything in this book is operable."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, it's more than that."

Du Wei opened the book, pointed to a line of text on it and read: "From the night I arrived in Romania, I drove away those werewolves. How did I do it?

The first point is my mentality, I am not nervous at all..."

Duwei Barabala read a passage from a book. Yes, all the books written by Lockhart are in the first person, but Lockhart's strength is that he can always write down the knowledge he plagiarized.

It's extremely lively and picturesque.

Moreover, for young wizards like Malfoy, these words of Lockhart are truly replicable and will not be wrong.

Duwei is also learning some of Lockhart's methods of dealing with aliens.

These books were of great help to Du Wei.

For Duwei, Lockhart's detailed steps like teaching a fool are also the knowledge he needs.

He is just a fool.

So when Du Wei was a teacher, he didn't have much selfishness. He said to Malfoy: "What's more important is that the reason why Lockhart's books are so popular is because his books are very detailed and there is no single detail."

Hide your secrets little by little.

For example, in this book, how to drive away werewolves, many of the magics he uses are small magics that you can learn.

It's not like there are some powerful wizards."

Du Wei stopped here.

He originally wanted to hurt Snape.

He thought of Snape. If Snape met a werewolf, he would probably wave his wand, "obstacles" and "sharp blade", and kill the werewolf in a few moves.

Clean and neat.

But it is a pity that his methods are not replicable for these young wizards, and they are not as good as Lockhart.

After all, Lockhart obtains knowledge directly from other people's brains. When someone meets someone else, they will hide their secrets between words.

But the brain can't.

Lockhart is an honest man, and he will write down all the steps of that person, which is vivid and interesting.

If Lockhart really had the practical skills he had in his seventh year, no, not his seventh year, but his sixth year, he, a Ravenclaw graduate, could still be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for one year, for example.

The practical lesson that fell off the altar - the Cornish goblins. The book he wrote clearly contains the steps on how to deal with these Cornish goblins.

Unfortunately, except for the Oblivion Charm, Lockhart's other spells were shockingly bad.

"I understand, Professor."

Malfoy said, he picked up the book and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Duwei.

Malfoy looked at the professor in surprise.

Du Wei took his book and said, "I borrowed this. If you want to borrow books, you can go to the library."

He added another sentence.

"This is not a banned book, you can borrow it at will.

And the number has always been quite large.”

After Duwei finished perfunctoryly talking about Malfoy, he casually flipped through two pages of the book and looked in the direction of the hunting lodge.

Estimate this time period.

The three little ones should be back!

…

In the hunting lodge, I was looking at Dumbledore who was already asleep, but now I was looking at the three little ones in front of me in high spirits.

He is fully awake!

Mr. Allen was on the side, pretending that his eyes were dim and did not see Buckbeak who came with them from the Forbidden Forest.

"Hide that magical animal."

He lowered his voice and signaled Hagrid to hide Buckbeak. Hagrid ran all the way, stuffed Buckbeak into the Forbidden Forest again, and tied him up.

Dumbledore, Mr. Allen and three little dogs remained in the house.

Hagrid went to hide Buckbeak, and Dumbledore looked a little stern.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?

Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Harry?

Who told you to do this?"

Dumbledore asked sternly.

Just as he was talking like this, Harry suddenly shouted.

Dumbledore's attention was drawn to Harry.

"What's wrong, Harry."

he asked.

Harry didn't have time to reply to Dumbledore's words. Severe pain came over him quickly like a tidal wave. Harry covered his head in pain and quickly curled up.

He couldn't speak.

Harry felt the lightning-shaped scar on his brain begin to hurt violently.

It was as if someone had taken a red-hot iron and stuffed it into his brain, stirring it up and down.

A phantom appeared before his eyes.

He heard someone calling his name, it seemed to be the voices of Hermione and Ron, and probably the voices of Hagrid and Dumbledore.

But those voices seemed to be a world away from him.

He couldn't hear these sounds at all.

He just felt like he was falling into a black lake, sinking, sinking, sinking into the abyss.

He felt severe pain on his side.

On the other side, he seemed to be asleep.

He once again observed the world from another unique perspective.

He saw another scene.

Very magical scene.

He saw himself appearing in an old castle in a forest. It should be the hall. It was very big and eerie.

From the open window of the castle, you can see the dark green and lush trees outside.

Inside the castle, there were torches everywhere, and the men in robes faced him humbly one after another, lowering their bodies.

These people look like wizards.

Harry saw the marks of wands on their waists.

But it was strange. Harry really felt that it was strange. That kind of perspective didn't quite resemble a human perspective.

It was as if he was some kind of animal lying on the ground.

Too low.

He was originally on the steps, but from his perspective, he was on the same level as those people's heads.

Originally he should have looked down at these people, but now, he could only look at their heads.

Someone spoke behind him, weakly but clearly.

"I want you to go to London, to England, and find my faithful servant, Dowey Jones.

I want you to take him and ask him to come to me."

In front of him, there were corpses and blood on the ground.

The people filed away, and the voices behind them began to speak again.

"Nagini, come here, Nagini, my baby."

Harry felt himself turning around, and at this moment, his eyes lit up.

"Hoo ho ho, ho ho ho!"

Like a fan, the light returned to Harry's eyes. He was breathing violently, his chest was expanding, and he had a look of panic on his face.

In front of him was a kind and familiar face.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with concern.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"Harry, Harry? What's wrong with you? Talk to me."

Seeing Harry's lost and frightened appearance, Dumbledore had no choice but to use his hands to shake Harry hard to get him to come back to his senses!

Harry's eyes gradually became focused.

He ignored the sweat that kept falling from his head.

He grabbed Dumbledore's arm.

"Professor, professor, I'm dreaming again."

He said incoherently, Dumbledore frowned, and he forcefully lifted Harry up from the cold ground.

Pushed him down on the table.

It seemed that for a moment, Dumbledore was planning to pour the brandy in the cup into Harry's mouth.

But thank God, Dumbledore is not too old.

He is not confused yet and knows that minors cannot drink alcohol.

Stopping his hand reaching for the brandy, he took out a small bottle of magic potion from his robe.

"Drink this, Harry, and you will feel much better."

He said that drinking this would make him feel much better, but in fact, he forced Harry into a bottle of potion.

Hermione, Ron, Alan, and Hagrid behind them all came closer and looked at Harry worriedly.

"Professor, will he be okay?"

Hermione asked.

"It should be fine."

Dumbledore said, and then Harry spoke again.

But just after he opened his mouth to speak, Mr. Allen's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously walked back. Even Hermione and Ron got goosebumps.

Because when Harry opened his mouth, what came out was Parseltongue.

Dumbledore was used to big scenes and was not surprised by this, but he really couldn't understand Parseltongue.

He is quite proficient in the fishman language.

After Harry finished speaking, he saw Professor Dumbledore looking at him calmly.

"Wake up, Harry."

Dumbledore said again.

His voice seemed to contain a very rare magic power that could make people calm.

Harry Potter was silent for a while, then he opened his mouth and said, "Professor, I'm dreaming again."

His forehead was still aching.

He closed his eyes and imitated the man's tone and said: "I want you to go to London, to England, and find my loyal servant, Dowey Jones.

I want you to take him and ask him to come to me."

He opened his eyes and said, "I heard Dowey Jones, professor. I'm sure I heard the name."