Chapter 145 Lockhart is everywhere

"The blood curse is not static. It will gradually weaken as the offspring reproduce. For example, for sisters of the same generation, the older sister may still have the blood curse, but the younger sister may not."

"If you want to solve the Blood Curse, the first step is to see it. I suggest you look for it in the wizarding world, and of course Hogwarts."

"Looking for blood orcs?"

"No, you already have blood magic beasts. You should find wizards with incomplete curses in their blood. For example, their mothers have blood magic spells, but they don't have them themselves."

"I understand." Rogge nodded, but it was really difficult to find such an experimental subject.

"If there is an Animagus willing to cooperate with you, you can also lock the location of the curse." Old Bowman said and laughed. Animagus are so rare, not to mention that no wizard is willing to turn into an animal to cooperate with the experiment.

"Maybe." Rogge looked at Ron, who had a cute pet.

Dear Mr. Peter, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, he will surely be happy to devote himself to the wizarding world.

"Hi, Gryffindor friends." Rogge caught up and greeted them.

"Roger?" Harry and Ron looked at him warily. They took a step forward and stood in front of Ginny.

"what are you up to?"

"Don't be so nervous." Rogge smiled friendly and looked at Ginny behind him.

"This is the youngest Weasley child, Miss Ginny, right?"

"Stay away from my sister!" Ron said and moved his hands, but Roger grabbed his wrist.

"Mr. Weasley, you need to calm down. Gryffindors are known for their courage, not for their recklessness. I heard that your wand is broken?"

"Hmph!" Ron pulled out the broken wand and pointed at Rogge.

"Even if it breaks, I still dare to duel with you!"

"Don't be so excited. You should know me. I rarely use magic spells on my classmates. I usually decide the outcome with my fists."

"You..." Harry and Ron glared at him.

Rogge's words reminded Ron of the fist he received last semester, which left him in the school hospital unable to get out of bed for three days.

"I can't help it. Who made my spell too strong? You can't stand on the same level as me now, and I don't dare to take action. It's okay for the spell to hurt flowers and plants, but if it hits you, I'm afraid Not even Madam Pomfrey can save her."

Rogge's smile was still sunny, and his ordinary tone was telling a common thing. Even though it was the truth, Harry and the others still heard a sense of superior disdain.

"In case you accidentally kill someone... Hey, everyone, please calm down. I am a gentleman and I don't like to do anything. And I am not a bad person. Mr. Potter can prove this."

"Harry?"

Harry stared at Roger, and he understood that he was saying that he and Voldemort were not in the same group. He stood up and looked at Rogge: "So what? What are you going to do?"

"I'm just here to propose a deal. Mr. Ron, I heard that you have a mouse. Are you interested in selling it?"

"No! You can't even buy my Scabbers with your dirty money." Ron pushed Rogge away, and several people walked past him.

"What about rent? How about 100 galleons a semester?"

Ron's steps suddenly paused, but he still didn't look back.

"Where's the 500 Galleons? Mr. Weasley, as far as I know your family's current situation is not good. This money can allow you to buy a new wand."

"Perhaps your talent is very high, but the old wand has delayed your performance. You know, the wand and the wizard must match each other."

"That's none of your business!"

"Okay, my offer is always valid." Rogge did not force it and looked at them with a smile. However, his eyes were on Ginny's face, wondering if this young lady was moved.

The Weasley family was not wealthy, and many wizards knew this. For the boys, it was no big deal, just a few teases. But for Ginny, things wouldn't be so good.

Witches are also little girls. They have playmates, rivalries, and even exclude each other because of a piece of clothing or a hairpin. Look, Ginny hasn't made any friends yet.

"Roger thinks you can buy everything with money? Humph, go to hell Galleons!" Ron complained to the people around him on the way back, and the George brothers once again expressed their approval of their less cute brother.

In the afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the classroom was decorated like a celebrity meeting. Next to the podium, a huge self-portrait of Lockhart stood. There were pictures of Lockhart all around, sunny smiles surrounded everyone, and awards hinted at the new professor's knowledge.

But no matter how he packaged it, he couldn't hide the fact that he was a fool, especially when Rogge really knew it. Seven thick books were stacked on the table, reminding him of the papers he had done before the college entrance examination.

Although Lockhart's own abilities are not that great, the knowledge and know-how contained therein are real. After reading it through, I still gained something. For example, when facing vampires and snowmen, you at least know how to deal with them. Or if you meet a female ghost, don't just say: As long as you are brave, Sadako can take maternity leave.

"Roger, Lockhart is our new teacher! He is so handsome. Have you ever seen him smile? Ah, my heart..."

"Daphne, you're drooling." Roger handed over a handkerchief, and Daphne took it in a panic and wiped it.

"Where is it?" She pouted and threw the handkerchief over, and said to Rogge who didn't care: "You don't understand Professor Lockhart at all. Hum, I don't want to sit with you anymore, I want to go find Hermione !”

"Eh?"

Facing the powerful Daphne, Hufflepuff Susan sat in the back holding a large pile of books. She looked at Roger with a blushing face and opened the book in a panic.

"The book was held upside down." Rogge shook his head, Daphne didn't know how to cherish it. I've seen so much of my peerless beauty that I've become disgusted with it. Hey, women are all big pig hooves.

"Ah!" Susan's face was as red as red-hot iron, and she turned the book over in panic.

"Hey, it's not interesting." Rogge closed the last book "Magical Me". There was nothing to take in this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

At this time, Professor Lockhart came in with Harry. It seemed that the brilliance of the immortal boy made the professor himself very envious.

"Me!" Lockhart walked to the huge oil painting and introduced himself to everyone. It's the same old rhetoric, and then he shamelessly says: "I won't talk about honor."

"I saw that you bought a complete set of my works, which is good. I think we will do a small test first, don't be afraid, see how well you read and how much you understand..."

All the little wizards were looking forward to it, thinking that Lockhart's paper would be about how to expel ghouls, how to break up with female ghosts, or it might also be some tips on how to get rid of household pests.

However, the test paper disappointed everyone. The above are all questions about himself, and he is screening out which little wizards are his true fans.

Rogge looked at it and saw that the questions above were very simple. He could remember them after reading them through with his memory. But he didn't write a word because it was of no use. You can't face Voldemort and tell him what his favorite colors and foods are.

Oh, that's a nice plus if you're going to be a Death Eater.

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