Chapter 283 Dumbledore Is Playing Again?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Although Hagrid is big, he is actually very gentle in his heart.
The bruised Arthur was gently lowered to the ground.
As for Lucius, whose nose was bleeding, he was thrown down like a rag.
"Good job, Hagrid!"
"Very good!" Lucius, who bent over and got up, covered his nose, "You are all very good!"
Narcissa, who protected Draco the whole time, stepped forward, "Don't even try to hurt him again!"
Arthur smiled contemptuously, "Malfoy, have you fallen to the point of relying on women for protection?"
Lucius took Narcissa's hand, "Weasley, wait for me! I'm not done with you!"
He didn't take a few steps, then turned and limped back.
The snake-headed cane fell nearby, but it was as badly deformed as the old textbook in his hand.
This is a high-end custom model that Lucius inherited from his old father, and he couldn't afford to sell the Weasleys.
Draco trotted over to pick up the cane.
"Dad, are we—"
"Calm down, they were happy too early."
With Narcissa's support, Lucius tightly held the left hand of the old textbook.
Just when he was about to return it, Lockhart, who had been hiding somewhere just now, appeared.
"Merlin, how can you fight because of my autograph?"
He clutched his chest in pain, "It really hurts my heart for you to do this."
"Pfft—" Hagrid quickly shut his mouth tightly.
Judging from Lucius' face that was about to turn blue, the damage value of this sentence was far more than that of Arthur's.
"Excuse me."
Lockhart didn't seem to understand the hypocrisy in his smile, "How can this work, I must be responsible to you!"
He pulled out his nine-inch, expensive cherry wand.
"Don't worry, my technique is very good, you won't feel any pain."
Lucius, who was slightly sullen, was about to refuse, but Lockhart had already uttered the spell.
"Quick healing——" The two curses hit the nose and the crotch respectively.
I don't know where the "click" sounded, and Lucius clamped his legs and immediately covered his nose that was gushing blood like a fountain.
With the sound and the amount of bleeding, no matter whether it was a big man or a small boy present, they all subconsciously clamped their legs together with him.
"Draco, hold your father!"
Lucius was very thankful that the clothes on his body had a certain anti-magic effect.
I kept it, but my thighs and nose were burning hot.
His eyes were full of resentment.
"Ah—I seem to have used too much force." Lockhart raised his wand again without embarrassment.
"No need." Lucius stopped him with an irresistible tone.
"Thank you for your help, Professor."
"It's all what I should do." Lockhart, who felt good about himself, stepped forward and opened his arms.
There's nothing a hug from an idol can't solve.
If there is, then come one more.
Under the half of Lucius' covered face, there was an extremely sinister smile.
"Mr. Malfoy, I really didn't expect you to be my book fan."
"Ah, yes."
"This is your son?" Lockhart stroked Draco's forehead gently, "Merlin, he looks as handsome as you!"
"That's right, it's the same." Lucius endured his nausea and drew out his left hand, which was blocked by his cloak.
"Professor, please help me return this book to that little girl."
"It's my pleasure." Lockhart accepted the crumpled "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration."
The Malfoys are gone.
Although no longer noble and elegant, but also quite confident and calm.
Vincent, who stood in front of Ginny, had no time to retreat.
"Wow - isn't this our hero?" He was hugged tightly by Lockhart.
Fred and George laughed unkindly.
Harry and Ron could barely contain themselves.
Percy held back well.
Hermione didn't smile, and her frowning little head didn't know what she was thinking.
"Since we met, why don't we take a photo together?"
Vincent felt ashamed just thinking about this kind of black history.
"Professor Lockhart, I still have important things to do." He stretched out his big hands, "I won't waste your precious time."
The body seems to be one size smaller, but the strength is more than one size larger.
While Lockhart was doubting himself, Vincent had walked away from his parents.
"Ah this-"
He turned around as if he didn't notice anything wrong, "It seems that Wayne is really in a hurry, and he even forgot to buy the book.
It's okay, I'll send him a collector's edition. "
……
……
"Ah—" Vincent walked out of Diagon Alley and sneezed loudly.
He trotted back to the car with his parents, "It must be Lockhart!"
It's not terrible to be missed by others, what's terrible is that that person is shameless.
Forcibly rubbing the heat, or the kind of hard rubbing.
"He has a sweet mouth." Evelyn in the passenger seat turned around, "No wonder he is so popular with women."
"It's quite flamboyant." Eric started the car, "I don't know if he did it on purpose just now."
Vincent was learning to cast spells without a wand, and he could see that the gestures of the two healing spells were very soft.
It seems that the standard is not good, but there is no trace of intentional.
Grindelwald once told him that every wizard has fixed characteristics when casting spells.
The weight and length of the pronunciation, the micro-movement between the wrist and the wand.
If Lockhart did it on purpose, then these features are too light and soft.
The children have little fighting experience, and the fans have their own filters, so it is really unlikely that they will see this flaw.
"Oh, it turned out to be an embroidered pillow." Eric registered the gear and lightly stepped on the accelerator.
"It's not going to be like this." Vincent smirked and stuck his little head forward, "Dad, aren't you jealous of his fame again?"
"He is not worthy!"
"Anyway, there are many adventures in his book."
"Maybe it's all made up." Eric pushed his little head back on the back seat.
Vincent simply slumped on the back seat, "They are not stupid, they would have been washed away if they dared to do this."
Evelyn stretched out her hand and patted his forehead, "Sit down quickly, maybe he just showed his flaws on purpose?"
Vincent sat down obediently, "I always feel that Professor Dumbledore set up the game."
Last semester, Quirrell had taught the students not to judge by appearances. What could Lockhart teach?
"Your headmaster is not a politician like Fudge. He probably wants you to see what a person trapped in his reputation will live like."
Eric makes a lot of sense.
But Vincent always felt that something was wrong, "Dad, this class is very suitable for you."
"Get out!" Eric sped up the car a little, "Do you know that 'virtue does not match'? This is an ancient oriental idiom."
"As expected of an outstanding student who graduated from Eaton!"
"Anyway, your new professor is not easy."
Rita's message fits Lockhart's character very well.
And judging from today's performance, even if Vincent chooses to ignore it, there is a high probability that he will be shamelessly cheated on.
……
……
The bruised Arthur was gently lowered to the ground.
As for Lucius, whose nose was bleeding, he was thrown down like a rag.
"Good job, Hagrid!"
"Very good!" Lucius, who bent over and got up, covered his nose, "You are all very good!"
Narcissa, who protected Draco the whole time, stepped forward, "Don't even try to hurt him again!"
Arthur smiled contemptuously, "Malfoy, have you fallen to the point of relying on women for protection?"
Lucius took Narcissa's hand, "Weasley, wait for me! I'm not done with you!"
He didn't take a few steps, then turned and limped back.
The snake-headed cane fell nearby, but it was as badly deformed as the old textbook in his hand.
This is a high-end custom model that Lucius inherited from his old father, and he couldn't afford to sell the Weasleys.
Draco trotted over to pick up the cane.
"Dad, are we—"
"Calm down, they were happy too early."
With Narcissa's support, Lucius tightly held the left hand of the old textbook.
Just when he was about to return it, Lockhart, who had been hiding somewhere just now, appeared.
"Merlin, how can you fight because of my autograph?"
He clutched his chest in pain, "It really hurts my heart for you to do this."
"Pfft—" Hagrid quickly shut his mouth tightly.
Judging from Lucius' face that was about to turn blue, the damage value of this sentence was far more than that of Arthur's.
"Excuse me."
Lockhart didn't seem to understand the hypocrisy in his smile, "How can this work, I must be responsible to you!"
He pulled out his nine-inch, expensive cherry wand.
"Don't worry, my technique is very good, you won't feel any pain."
Lucius, who was slightly sullen, was about to refuse, but Lockhart had already uttered the spell.
"Quick healing——" The two curses hit the nose and the crotch respectively.
I don't know where the "click" sounded, and Lucius clamped his legs and immediately covered his nose that was gushing blood like a fountain.
With the sound and the amount of bleeding, no matter whether it was a big man or a small boy present, they all subconsciously clamped their legs together with him.
"Draco, hold your father!"
Lucius was very thankful that the clothes on his body had a certain anti-magic effect.
I kept it, but my thighs and nose were burning hot.
His eyes were full of resentment.
"Ah—I seem to have used too much force." Lockhart raised his wand again without embarrassment.
"No need." Lucius stopped him with an irresistible tone.
"Thank you for your help, Professor."
"It's all what I should do." Lockhart, who felt good about himself, stepped forward and opened his arms.
There's nothing a hug from an idol can't solve.
If there is, then come one more.
Under the half of Lucius' covered face, there was an extremely sinister smile.
"Mr. Malfoy, I really didn't expect you to be my book fan."
"Ah, yes."
"This is your son?" Lockhart stroked Draco's forehead gently, "Merlin, he looks as handsome as you!"
"That's right, it's the same." Lucius endured his nausea and drew out his left hand, which was blocked by his cloak.
"Professor, please help me return this book to that little girl."
"It's my pleasure." Lockhart accepted the crumpled "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration."
The Malfoys are gone.
Although no longer noble and elegant, but also quite confident and calm.
Vincent, who stood in front of Ginny, had no time to retreat.
"Wow - isn't this our hero?" He was hugged tightly by Lockhart.
Fred and George laughed unkindly.
Harry and Ron could barely contain themselves.
Percy held back well.
Hermione didn't smile, and her frowning little head didn't know what she was thinking.
"Since we met, why don't we take a photo together?"
Vincent felt ashamed just thinking about this kind of black history.
"Professor Lockhart, I still have important things to do." He stretched out his big hands, "I won't waste your precious time."
The body seems to be one size smaller, but the strength is more than one size larger.
While Lockhart was doubting himself, Vincent had walked away from his parents.
"Ah this-"
He turned around as if he didn't notice anything wrong, "It seems that Wayne is really in a hurry, and he even forgot to buy the book.
It's okay, I'll send him a collector's edition. "
……
……
"Ah—" Vincent walked out of Diagon Alley and sneezed loudly.
He trotted back to the car with his parents, "It must be Lockhart!"
It's not terrible to be missed by others, what's terrible is that that person is shameless.
Forcibly rubbing the heat, or the kind of hard rubbing.
"He has a sweet mouth." Evelyn in the passenger seat turned around, "No wonder he is so popular with women."
"It's quite flamboyant." Eric started the car, "I don't know if he did it on purpose just now."
Vincent was learning to cast spells without a wand, and he could see that the gestures of the two healing spells were very soft.
It seems that the standard is not good, but there is no trace of intentional.
Grindelwald once told him that every wizard has fixed characteristics when casting spells.
The weight and length of the pronunciation, the micro-movement between the wrist and the wand.
If Lockhart did it on purpose, then these features are too light and soft.
The children have little fighting experience, and the fans have their own filters, so it is really unlikely that they will see this flaw.
"Oh, it turned out to be an embroidered pillow." Eric registered the gear and lightly stepped on the accelerator.
"It's not going to be like this." Vincent smirked and stuck his little head forward, "Dad, aren't you jealous of his fame again?"
"He is not worthy!"
"Anyway, there are many adventures in his book."
"Maybe it's all made up." Eric pushed his little head back on the back seat.
Vincent simply slumped on the back seat, "They are not stupid, they would have been washed away if they dared to do this."
Evelyn stretched out her hand and patted his forehead, "Sit down quickly, maybe he just showed his flaws on purpose?"
Vincent sat down obediently, "I always feel that Professor Dumbledore set up the game."
Last semester, Quirrell had taught the students not to judge by appearances. What could Lockhart teach?
"Your headmaster is not a politician like Fudge. He probably wants you to see what a person trapped in his reputation will live like."
Eric makes a lot of sense.
But Vincent always felt that something was wrong, "Dad, this class is very suitable for you."
"Get out!" Eric sped up the car a little, "Do you know that 'virtue does not match'? This is an ancient oriental idiom."
"As expected of an outstanding student who graduated from Eaton!"
"Anyway, your new professor is not easy."
Rita's message fits Lockhart's character very well.
And judging from today's performance, even if Vincent chooses to ignore it, there is a high probability that he will be shamelessly cheated on.
……
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