The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

7:30 p.m.

After dinner, Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart burped and returned to his office. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a greeting, "Which extremely handsome prince has come to this simple room?"

room?"

"You are so funny." Lockhart responded with a bright smile, looking at the huge portrait of him smiling equally brightly.

This alternative form of self-questioning and answering happens at least once a day.

He took out a stack of parchment, filled his quill with ink, and began to write. He was going to prepare for his new book, "My Year as a Professor at Hogwarts," which he planned to write when he left his job.

Before that, he had to record his daily inspirations as material for a new book.

After all, this book does not have ready-made templates like the previous ones.

In this book, he will write in detail how he became the life mentor of the Boy-Who-Lived, how he taught him to control his fame, how he helped him solve the problems in his growth, and how he played the role of father that was missing when he was growing up.

, how to gain his heartfelt gratitude.

Everyone will be interested in The Boy-Who-Lived. This book will definitely sell well and bring him more fame and wealth. This is why Lockhart accepted the recruitment of Hogwarts and took on the dark side.

The position of Professor of Magical Defense is said to be cursed.

As for why he only plans to be a professor in this magic school for one year, it is because Lockhart still knows how much he weighs. In fact, it has been very difficult for him to cope with this year of teaching.

Children in the first to fourth grades are easy to fool, but students in the fifth grade and above, because they have to face the wizard qualification exam, will definitely not be willing to accompany him in the drama in class. Lockhart’s solution is to outsource it to Si

Nap also declared that "because the magic he masters is too powerful, it is not suitable to hand it over to students."

The guy who has a gloomy face all day is quite happy to do this kind of thing.

Of course, this was not without cost. Lockhart paid for an ancient magic book and several high-grade medicinal materials unique to South America. This was also regarded as hush money for Snape. These things were obtained from a dying old witch in Uruguay.

What you get is essentially zero cost.

There was a gentle knock on the door outside the house.

"Come in," Lockhart said, and then gave a very friendly smile to the little girl who walked in, "It's Melanie."

Melanie was very beautiful, so beautiful that every time Lockhart saw her, he would think of the enchantress he saw in the Balkans. It was hard to imagine what she would look like when she grew up. The enthusiasm and admiration she showed made Lockhart

There is an ecstatic sense of vanity. No one would reject such a little fangirl, no.

Especially when Melanie's eyes sparkled with stars and she told him that she would marry him when she grew up, Lockhart felt that his heartbeat had slowed down for a moment, but fortunately, he controlled it with amazing willpower in the end.

He didn't lose his composure. But from then on, he looked at this little girl with a strange kind of endearment in his eyes.

"Is there anything you can do for me today, Professor Lockhart?" Melanie said in a brisk tone, looking at him with full eyes.

"I've received some letters from fans again, please excuse me." Lockhart nodded slightly, putting on a very calm and charming look.

He is now very careful about maintaining his image in front of this little girl.

Melanie sat in a corner of the office and skillfully began to reply to Lockhart's readers in beautiful cursive handwriting. Lockhart stared at her for a while, and then returned his attention to his parchment.

Half an hour later, when Lockhart filled a piece of parchment and looked up at Melanie, he found that she was not replying to a letter, but reading something.

And what she holds in her hand is...

Melanie also looked over at this time, with a trace of fear and despair in her eyes, "Professor Lockhart, you... you are actually a liar!"

What? Lockhart's brain buzzed.

He saw clearly what Melanie was holding in her hand. It was a notebook that he was very familiar with.

His expression changed suddenly. Shouldn't that be locked in the cabinet intact? How did this little girl get it?

"You made a mistake." He reluctantly faltered and walked towards Melanie, "Give me that notebook..."

Melanie looked very frightened. She blocked her notebook behind her and backed away. Lockhart, who was approaching, looked like someone with evil intentions.

"None of what you wrote in your book was your own personal experience. You attacked those wizards who were defenseless against you and then took their experiences as your own!"

Lockhart stopped, showed a helpless look, and took out his wand.

Melanie screamed and leaned against the wall, like a frightened deer.

"You shouldn't have rummaged through things." Lockhart had a headache. "Now I have to modify your memory. Don't resist. It won't hurt..."

"No!" Melanie screamed, as if she had suffered some kind of fatal threat.

"Expelliarmus!"

A loud shout came from behind Lockhart.

Lockhart's wand immediately flew out of his hand, and the disarming spell did not only have this effect. A huge force acted on Lockhart's back. Melanie ducked out of the way very quickly, and Lockhart controlled

Unable to control his body, he slammed into the wall.

One side of his face immediately swelled up.

The force did not disappear and continued to act on Lockhart's limbs and torso, making him stick to the wall like clay and unable to move.

"Is it Snape or Flitwick?" Lockhart ignored the pain, "You misunderstood, I didn't want to do anything to this student..."

"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart," Erwin said in a cold tone, "I'm sure I just saw you intending to attack Melanie Enpaimwa."

Melanie on the side blinked at him, not even remotely panicked.

Lockhart heard his voice clearly, "Are you a student?" He instantly felt confident and wanted to twist his neck to look behind him, but his neck structure had obviously not been modified similar to that of an owl, so he failed.

, can only look at the wall.

"Put me down quickly." He said in a threatening tone: "You have seriously violated school rules. If you don't stop, I will have to ask the principal to expel you."

Erwin sneered.

Melanie opened a safe on the right side of her desk. There was nothing valuable in it, only a stack of thick notebooks. Erwin took out one and flipped through two pages.

"You travel around the world, use your fame to visit famous local wizards, and then attack them with the forgetting spell, modify their memories, and then take their adventures as your own and write them into books." Erwin said slightly.

Shaking his head, "Regardless of the fact that this kind of behavior is extremely uncontrollable and the returns are very low, you actually still keep all the evidence of your crime... But it is also understandable that when it comes to writing, you must keep the material in written form.

But it would be foolish not to take any protective measures. You should at least set up an induction magic that can trigger automatic destruction."

"Of course it's not that he doesn't want to, but he simply doesn't have the ability." Melanie's tone was contemptuous.

At this time, Lockhart found that he could move again. Although his face was swollen into a pig's head, he immediately turned around and found that the other person was not a senior student.

"Erwin Frost?" He still had some impression of this second-year student who needed to take a make-up exam, so he was even more unbelievable.

Erwin pointed his wand at the idiot professor quite casually, and the huge force appeared again, and Lockhart was pressed against the wall unable to move.

His face was very ugly. Damn it, why would a second-year student have such powerful magical power?

The portraits of Lockhart began to scream loudly, Erwin's wand drew a perfect arc, and under the influence of the Silent Spell, all directions returned to silence.

"If I publish these records to the public, the great adventurer Gilderoy Lockhart will not only be ruined," Erwin said with a faint smile on his lips, "If I remember correctly, abuse of forgetfulness

Curses are also illegal, and those wizards whose memories have been modified by you will definitely try their best to retaliate against you."

Cold sweat began to break out on Lockhart's forehead.

"He also illegally used love-inducing drugs," Melanie said again: "He lowered the concentration of love-making drugs and prepared a charming perfume, which would make it easy for him to win the favor of people nearby...

...Especially women, he mainly relies on this and his extremely thick skin to deceive."

Lockhart looked at her in astonishment. He had no idea that his underwear would be completely ripped off by this girl. No matter how slow his reaction was, he understood that the two people in front of him were working together, and Melanie had great malice.

Approaching him, he was arrogant and defenseless against this beautiful girl.

His face was ashen.

"In this case, including the charge of assaulting students, is it possible that you will be sent to Azkaban?" Erwin was still hammering Lockhart's psychology.

"What...what do you want to do?" the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor asked feebly.

His handsome face was completely swollen, his hair was messy, his robe was torn, and he looked as embarrassed as he wanted.

His wand fell five or six meters away from him, but even if he got it, he couldn't fight against Erwin. It was really ironic that a dignified professor behaved like a chicken in front of his students.

"Actually, I prefer to make friends." Erwin said calmly: "I don't need to expose you. I can also keep these materials for you so that you can maintain your current identity. After all, there is someone like you

The existence of people also proves the prosperity and stability of this country's magical society to a certain extent."

Lockhart was not happy at all. He had been struggling for many years. He knew that his leverage was caught by the opponent, so he could just let it be rubbed.

Erwin paused, "Then, as a friend, you should give me something in return."

"What do you need me to do?" Lockhart had the illusion that he was facing some sinister and sophisticated person.

"It's a very simple matter. I just need to buy some materials in your name." Erwin smiled slightly.