Chapter 89 Lockhart
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Soon, Voldemort felt what was inside him.
Can you not be familiar with it?
Killing Curse!
You actually used my methods to deal with me!
"You can't even defend me!" He pointed at Tver angrily.
Tver said "Hey" and moved his finger away.
"It's just a small trick. As long as you don't do anything weird, this crystal won't have any impact on you."
"But do I call you Voldemort or Tom Riddle now?"
Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain, his little thoughts were completely seen through by Tver, but he also knew that now was not the time to fight against Tver.
So after thinking for a while, he said helplessly: "You can call me whatever you want, anyway, I am under your control now."
Why do you feel a little resentful?
Tver looked away strangely.
"Then I can't call you Voldemort in front of everyone, right? Wouldn't that scare a lot of wizards?"
"I can't call you Riddle directly. Some Death Eaters know your real name very well."
He struggled for a while, "But few people know Marvolo's middle name, so let's change it and call you Malvolio!"
"Malvolio Foley, what's the name like?"
"whatever."
Malvolio spread his hands indifferently, resisting Tweel's control over him with a lazy attitude.
But Tver had no intention of paying attention to his little temper anymore. He looked at the time and saw that it was already 08:30 in the evening.
"Just stay here and slowly adapt to this body. Remember, don't try to escape."
He made an appointment with Dumbledore to interview Lockhart at nine o'clock tonight if he was free.
Fortunately, after solving the Horcrux problem, he also had time to see the style of this best-selling author.
Soon, he was back at Hogwarts again.
Without the chattering students, Hogwarts seemed quiet at night, but another troublemaker was not willing to be lonely.
"Peeves, if you go around attacking armor with that sword again, I will tell Bloody Balor about you!"
Filch chased after Peeves, but compared to Peeves, who was a collective of thoughts, his speed was much slower.
"Don't worry, let me deal with it!"
A man dressed like a peacock suddenly stood up.
Lockhart flipped the wand in many ways, but apparently neither the people nor the ghosts paid attention to his movements.
As if he was used to this kind of embarrassment and disregard, he coughed lightly and raised his wand in a standard posture.
"All fixed!"
……
After a moment of silence, Peeves frowned and looked at this strange man.
"When did you show up? No matter who you are, but to be honest, your level is not as good as Filch, this annoying guy, hahaha——"
Peeves immediately raised the sword in his hand, which was much larger than his body, and threw it towards Lockhart.
Lockhart was so frightened that he froze in place with his mouth wide open, as if he had been affected by the magic he had just used.
Peeves was frightened. This was the first time he saw someone who wouldn't hide from a sword flying towards him.
Although the school allowed it to cause damage in the castle, it would not really hurt anyone, otherwise Dumbledore would have had many ways to lock it up.
But before it could pass, the sword stopped in the air.
One slender hand gently held the hilt of the sword, and the other hand wiped the scratches made by Peeves.
"Professor Foley," Filch panted and caught up, "Why did you come back to school at this time? I'm not questioning it, it's just..."
He explained incoherently, but Tver just put the sword into his hand.
"I'm back to interview the new professor," Turville then faced Lockhart who had recovered, "I assume you're ready, Mr. Lockhart?"
But he no longer had any expectations for this interview.
In fact, Lockhart was immobilized just now because of his magic. He wanted to test how much this "internationally famous" wizard weighed.
The result was obvious, and Tver suspected that he was not even aware of the fluctuation of magic he had just cast.
The only consolation is that this honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance has no tools to identify and resist black magic.
Lockhart suddenly laughed and patted Tweel on the shoulder with his big hand.
"I was still thinking about how to deal with this sword. I didn't expect you to step forward. The young man's movements are just a little more agile, but if I can use a more clever way..."
Looking at Tver's smile, he didn't know what to say, "Yes, yes, I'm about to go for an interview. Let's go. Are you sent by the principal to greet me?"
That's right, Tver thought.
"I'll take you up. As for Peeves, don't do such hurtful things next time."
Before leaving, he glanced at the respectful Peeves.
"Yes, Professor!"
It saluted until Twil and Lockhart disappeared from its sight.
"I didn't expect you to be here today." Filch mocked.
Peeves rolled his eyes, snatched the sword from his arms, and flew into the air again, waving it.
"The professor said he wouldn't let me hurt anyone, but he didn't say he wouldn't let me hurt the armor, hahahaha——"
Twil was troubled enough not knowing that Peeves was causing trouble again.
"I heard that person say that you are a professor? But you are so young, have you just graduated? Which college? I wonder if you have heard of my deeds in school? I was..."
"I did just graduate for a year, but it was not at Hogwarts, but at Durmstrang."
Tweel turned to look at Lockhart with a sinister smile, so frightened that he finally stopped bragging about his "great achievements".
"Pile of cockroaches."
Tver read out the password for the principal's office.
Dumbledore told him the password specifically to bring Lockhart in.
"This kind of candy is quite interesting." After a while of silence, Lockhart's problem showed up again, "But I think it can be more realistic. For example, I created a lot of fake mice in London and successfully rescued one. Trouble on the block.”
Tver regretted attending this interview so much that he violently pushed open the door to the principal's office.
"Headmaster, I'll bring Lockhart here -" he looked at the empty headmaster's office doubtfully, "where is Headmaster Dumbledore?"
What answered him was a portrait on the wall, which was the former principal-Armando Dippet.
"A child released magic outside school and was warned by the Ministry of Magic."
"Then Dumbledore won't have to deal with it personally, right?"
It is said that little wizards accidentally violate this rule every year, but so far I have never heard of a student being expelled for using magic outside of school, especially after Dumbledore took over as the principal.
"You don't need to worry about this. Albus said, you can interview Lockhart yourself. Anyway, if you don't pass, you can teach the students by yourself next year."
"...Can I say no?"
Can you not be familiar with it?
Killing Curse!
You actually used my methods to deal with me!
"You can't even defend me!" He pointed at Tver angrily.
Tver said "Hey" and moved his finger away.
"It's just a small trick. As long as you don't do anything weird, this crystal won't have any impact on you."
"But do I call you Voldemort or Tom Riddle now?"
Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain, his little thoughts were completely seen through by Tver, but he also knew that now was not the time to fight against Tver.
So after thinking for a while, he said helplessly: "You can call me whatever you want, anyway, I am under your control now."
Why do you feel a little resentful?
Tver looked away strangely.
"Then I can't call you Voldemort in front of everyone, right? Wouldn't that scare a lot of wizards?"
"I can't call you Riddle directly. Some Death Eaters know your real name very well."
He struggled for a while, "But few people know Marvolo's middle name, so let's change it and call you Malvolio!"
"Malvolio Foley, what's the name like?"
"whatever."
Malvolio spread his hands indifferently, resisting Tweel's control over him with a lazy attitude.
But Tver had no intention of paying attention to his little temper anymore. He looked at the time and saw that it was already 08:30 in the evening.
"Just stay here and slowly adapt to this body. Remember, don't try to escape."
He made an appointment with Dumbledore to interview Lockhart at nine o'clock tonight if he was free.
Fortunately, after solving the Horcrux problem, he also had time to see the style of this best-selling author.
Soon, he was back at Hogwarts again.
Without the chattering students, Hogwarts seemed quiet at night, but another troublemaker was not willing to be lonely.
"Peeves, if you go around attacking armor with that sword again, I will tell Bloody Balor about you!"
Filch chased after Peeves, but compared to Peeves, who was a collective of thoughts, his speed was much slower.
"Don't worry, let me deal with it!"
A man dressed like a peacock suddenly stood up.
Lockhart flipped the wand in many ways, but apparently neither the people nor the ghosts paid attention to his movements.
As if he was used to this kind of embarrassment and disregard, he coughed lightly and raised his wand in a standard posture.
"All fixed!"
……
After a moment of silence, Peeves frowned and looked at this strange man.
"When did you show up? No matter who you are, but to be honest, your level is not as good as Filch, this annoying guy, hahaha——"
Peeves immediately raised the sword in his hand, which was much larger than his body, and threw it towards Lockhart.
Lockhart was so frightened that he froze in place with his mouth wide open, as if he had been affected by the magic he had just used.
Peeves was frightened. This was the first time he saw someone who wouldn't hide from a sword flying towards him.
Although the school allowed it to cause damage in the castle, it would not really hurt anyone, otherwise Dumbledore would have had many ways to lock it up.
But before it could pass, the sword stopped in the air.
One slender hand gently held the hilt of the sword, and the other hand wiped the scratches made by Peeves.
"Professor Foley," Filch panted and caught up, "Why did you come back to school at this time? I'm not questioning it, it's just..."
He explained incoherently, but Tver just put the sword into his hand.
"I'm back to interview the new professor," Turville then faced Lockhart who had recovered, "I assume you're ready, Mr. Lockhart?"
But he no longer had any expectations for this interview.
In fact, Lockhart was immobilized just now because of his magic. He wanted to test how much this "internationally famous" wizard weighed.
The result was obvious, and Tver suspected that he was not even aware of the fluctuation of magic he had just cast.
The only consolation is that this honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance has no tools to identify and resist black magic.
Lockhart suddenly laughed and patted Tweel on the shoulder with his big hand.
"I was still thinking about how to deal with this sword. I didn't expect you to step forward. The young man's movements are just a little more agile, but if I can use a more clever way..."
Looking at Tver's smile, he didn't know what to say, "Yes, yes, I'm about to go for an interview. Let's go. Are you sent by the principal to greet me?"
That's right, Tver thought.
"I'll take you up. As for Peeves, don't do such hurtful things next time."
Before leaving, he glanced at the respectful Peeves.
"Yes, Professor!"
It saluted until Twil and Lockhart disappeared from its sight.
"I didn't expect you to be here today." Filch mocked.
Peeves rolled his eyes, snatched the sword from his arms, and flew into the air again, waving it.
"The professor said he wouldn't let me hurt anyone, but he didn't say he wouldn't let me hurt the armor, hahahaha——"
Twil was troubled enough not knowing that Peeves was causing trouble again.
"I heard that person say that you are a professor? But you are so young, have you just graduated? Which college? I wonder if you have heard of my deeds in school? I was..."
"I did just graduate for a year, but it was not at Hogwarts, but at Durmstrang."
Tweel turned to look at Lockhart with a sinister smile, so frightened that he finally stopped bragging about his "great achievements".
"Pile of cockroaches."
Tver read out the password for the principal's office.
Dumbledore told him the password specifically to bring Lockhart in.
"This kind of candy is quite interesting." After a while of silence, Lockhart's problem showed up again, "But I think it can be more realistic. For example, I created a lot of fake mice in London and successfully rescued one. Trouble on the block.”
Tver regretted attending this interview so much that he violently pushed open the door to the principal's office.
"Headmaster, I'll bring Lockhart here -" he looked at the empty headmaster's office doubtfully, "where is Headmaster Dumbledore?"
What answered him was a portrait on the wall, which was the former principal-Armando Dippet.
"A child released magic outside school and was warned by the Ministry of Magic."
"Then Dumbledore won't have to deal with it personally, right?"
It is said that little wizards accidentally violate this rule every year, but so far I have never heard of a student being expelled for using magic outside of school, especially after Dumbledore took over as the principal.
"You don't need to worry about this. Albus said, you can interview Lockhart yourself. Anyway, if you don't pass, you can teach the students by yourself next year."
"...Can I say no?"
