The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

At night, Linde stood in the dark corridor on the third floor and looked up at the tall man in front of him. Then he looked at his pocket watch again.

seven fifty

"What do you want to do? Brat." Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, looked at Lind with a mocking look on his face.

"What do you want to do? Can you be more direct?" Linde sighed. "Anyway, I saw you when you were following me in the auditorium. Why did you deliberately take a detour to find trouble?"

"Looking for trouble? Have you forgotten that you humiliated Slytherin's honor?" Flint looked at the impatient Lind in front of him, and became inexplicably angry.

"Glory? How can there be any glory in Slytherin?" Lind waved his hands indifferently, "Stop joking!"

"I don't have time to play boring house with you, okay?" Then, he took a step sideways and wanted to walk over.

But he didn't expect Flint to move again and stand in front of him.

"I don't understand why you still dare to be so arrogant when Oliver and Cedric are not here." Flint took out his wand, "It seems it's time for you to know what respect is."

"Alas!" Linde slowly raised his head,

"I don't understand!"

Flint saw Lind's smiling face.

"Since you don't want to communicate with me on an equal footing,"

Lind did not pull out the wand, but slowly raised his hand and put it on Flint's shoulder.

"Mudblood, let go of your dog's paws!" Flint wanted to take away Lind's hand in disgust and anger. He reached out and pinched Lind's wrist to shake him off.

"Small arms and legs," Flint thought. "As long as you exert a little force..."

Click!

"ah!"

The next second, a horrific scream came from his mouth. The severe pain was like a flood, directly disrupting his consciousness.

"The collarbone... is broken..."

At the same time, an extremely huge force came from his shoulders.

Under the pressure of this huge force, his knees shook uncontrollably.

"Can't resist...can't resist..."

The warnings from his body kept echoing in his mind. At this time, all dignity and lessons were forgotten by him.

Bang!

Flint knelt in front of Lind uncontrollably. It was also accompanied by the sound of bone cracking.

"If you don't want to communicate with me as an equal, then kneel down!"

The wand fell to the ground and slowly rolled away. He looked at Flint, who was looking at him condescendingly, now kneeling on the ground, his hands hanging limply, his left shoulder weirdly twisted, his face bloodless, and his pupils dilated but clearly dilated. The mouth opened weakly.

this scene

very beautiful.

Linde nodded and walked away.

Snap!

Stepping on his wand, with a little force, the wand broke. At the break, golden smoke representing magic slowly floated.

"Why...why..."

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Flint reluctantly looked at the ceiling. He didn't dare to move at all now. He only felt that every time he moved, he would touch the nerves in his knees and shoulders.

"Ho...ho!"

After barely hearing the footsteps behind him, he hoarse his throat and wanted to call someone to save him.

call!

Suddenly there was a weak wind on the left side of my face.

"He...he's right next to me!!" Flint suddenly realized, and his inner unhappiness and resentment suddenly turned into panic and despair, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Does it have anything to do with me that you are hurt here?" That emotionless but soft voice sounded in his ears.

"I... didn't! It doesn't matter."

Flint said with a cry.

"And how did you get hurt, kid?"

"I...I threw it myself." Flint roared loudly, which seemed to make him more powerful.

"I hope the 'facts' your friend said are really like this." Lind patted Flint on the shoulder with satisfaction.

After that, Flint finally heard the footsteps that were getting further away. The sound that represented the departure of the demon was like a hymn in his mind, like the sound of nature...

Before arriving at Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Lind deliberately knocked on the door.

Boom!

No one responded, and then Linde looked at the time again.

One minute to eight o'clock.

Lockhart should be in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, directly below the office in front of him.

After glancing around to see no one, Lind whipped out his wand and pointed it at the keyhole.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Click!

Squeezing the door handle, Linde gently pushed out a gap. Aiming the wand at the gap in front of his mouth, he chanted softly

"Misty and misty!"

call,

Large clouds of mist quickly spurted out from the tip of the stick, and as he blew, almost all of the mist was blown into the office by Linde.

After the spell was cast, Lind put away his wand and pushed the door open. At the same time, his left hand quickly reached into his waist bag and took out a hockey mask and put it on.

As he walked in, the office door was closed. Linde's entire body looked much stronger.

Lockhart on the desk muttered in a low voice, "What's going on? Why is there suddenly so much fog..."

Lind's eyes were already flashing with a faint blue light at this time. As he moved, the blue light drew different trajectories in the fog.

"It can't be that someone broke in..."

Lockhart, who was sitting on the desk, had just thought of this when he felt himself being lifted up, with the picture pointed at the sharp corner of the desk.

"Bang!"

Looking back at the front, under the broken frame, the paper with the portrait of Lockhart's body had been roughly torn in the middle, just like a Muggle photo. It returned to the state in which it was drawn at the beginning.

The eight-petaled teeth smiled brightly at the camera...

"What's wrong? What happened?" Lockhart's voices rang in his ears one after another, and Lind ignored them. Under the thick fog, they could not see anything.

Throwing the already "dead" magic painting on the desk, Lind began to search quickly.

On the desk,

Fan letters, medals of honor, draft paper for practicing autographs, several autographed books and autographed photos...

In addition to that photo frame, there was another photo frame. Lind picked it up and saw that it contained an old parchment with obvious torn marks on the edge.

There was a line of small words written on it:

I want to make a career in the future and leave a name in history. ——Gilderoy Lockhart.

The handwriting looked crooked and very immature.

He could imagine the scene: Lockhart, who was still snotty when he was a child, wrote this sentence on paper with infinite vision and endless expectation for the future.

What a pity!

Lind shook his head and put the frame back to its original position.

Other people's dreams should still be respected.

Then, he pulled the drawer under the table again, but it didn't open. Lind was a little happy, because it didn't open, which meant there were good things.

Thinking of this, Lind's wrist suddenly became thicker, accompanied by a loud noise and the sound of tearing along the grain of wood. The drawer was pulled out by Lind.

The small box was full of letters of various sizes. Lind kept picking them up, and his eyes kept wandering on the letters...

After looking around for a long time, Lind finally confirmed that this box was full of - fan letters.