Chapter 348 Lockhart's Diary
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Gilderoy Lockhart can be sought after by thousands of fans, and he is undoubtedly handsome on the handsome level.
No one could deny this, including Hermione, who turned from fan to black.
As long as she doesn't speak or show a smile that disgusts her, she actually looks quite pleasing to the eye.
"What did you do in the past?" Ravin held Hermione's eager little hand, "Vincent has already made him like this, can't you pity him?"
"I don't plan to do anything." She stood back with some guilt, "I just want to go and have a look."
In fact, if possible, before Lockhart's handsome face came in, there would probably be a few more footprints of small solid leather shoes.
Vincent, who had finished explaining the incident to Mag in a low voice, thought so, and Fred and George, who were almost caught outside, thought so too.
"The diary you mentioned..."
"Here it is, Professor." Vincent took out the small black book, "It's all blank, probably using some special magic to hide it."
Snape looked calmly.
The black cover is very old and must be at least 40 years old.
Beginning with the unsigned inside page, every subsequent page is blank.
He sniffed it, but he didn't smell the musty smell that yellowed paper should have.
And the whole diary feels very sinister, like there's something hidden in it.
"Professor Snape, this is evidence." Vincent closed the diary, his eyes extremely vigilant.
Just for what happened tonight, at least a hundred points should be added, and this physical evidence is worth 50 points.
"Professor McGonagall, I think it's best for you to keep it."
The diary he handed over was pushed back.
"No." Mag shook his head gently, "You are not affected by the special magic it exerts, which means you are the most suitable person to keep it."
Vincent understood in seconds.
The black magic applied by the diary not only has a hidden effect, but also a passive defense mechanism.
Although there will not be any practical impact, but the spiritual level is certain.
In other words, besides him, only Snape was the most suitable.
Handing it over will definitely distort the facts, so let's keep it as hard as possible.
"Uh-uh-" Lockhart who was lying on the long table snorted a few times.
The back of his head was bald, yet he could wake up so quickly.
Vincent quickly hid behind Snape.
"What's wrong with me?" Lockhart looked around in confusion.
The first, second and third graders were there, as were the professors and teaching assistants.
All eyes were on him.
There are worries, doubts, anger, ridicule, and anger.
Under the gaze of more than 200 pairs of eyes with different emotions, Lockhart stood up calmly and stood on the marble floor.
McGonagall asked with concern: "Gidero, is there something uncomfortable for you?"
"I think it's very good." He took off his tattered gilded white cloak, "It would be even better if I could have a glass of Flame Whiskey."
Vincent, who poked out half of his small head, felt very incredible.
The vitality was sucked away by Tom, knocked out by Sprout, then knocked out by himself, and finally the back of his head was bald.
Even if he woke up for a short time, he still acted like a normal person.
With such a strong physique, his father Eric would be ashamed of himself.
No wonder Tom would focus on this man, he was simply an invincible Xiaoqiang.
"Vincent?" Lockhart walked towards Snape quickly, "I didn't see you just now, so I thought you weren't here."
"Ah—yes, I'm here."
He was about to give Vincent a warm hug, but the other party quickly dodged him.
"Well, it seems that you still care about my stun spell."
The students thought of the dueling club after dinner.
To put it mildly, it's called finding the right opportunity, but to put it bluntly, it's a sneak attack.
No wonder Vincent made him like this, it turned out that everything was self-inflicted.
Ok?
Who does Lockhart not know?
Selective amnesia after stress response?
"I remember I announced the end of the club, and then I went back to the office to take a shower and rest." Lockhart frowned and let go,
"Did something happen before I woke up?"
The four deans looked at each other.
"Gidero, actually tonight..." McGonagall told the story.
She didn't say anything about the Chamber of Secrets and Tom, but blamed everything on a certain mysterious person who caused the acromant to riot.
"Ah!? Such a thing happened!" Lockhart was shocked.
He lowered his head and touched his body several times, "Has any of you seen my wand?"
Snape sneered, "You should be glad that nothing serious happened to your lost wand."
"That mysterious person stole my wand?" Lockhart's face changed drastically. "I hope he didn't touch my diary. I cast a delayed Fiercefire spell on it."
Vincent immediately rolled his eyes.
The healing spells that are not too difficult are not easy to use, can you apply advanced black magic that is activated with a delay?
If you want to get the notebook back, just say so, anyway, you won't give it.
"Where is it?" Lockhart looked extremely nervous.
"Because I want to protect a list of personnel from the dark forces recorded in it, I set a 30-minute delay."
He looked at Mag anxiously, "I'm not joking, because only those people would think about it."
"Hey—" Snape sneered, "I don't believe you're good enough to learn the Diemerfort Curse."
"I have." Lockhart looked towards a few students with terrified faces, "Fierffire cannot be extinguished by water, everything will be consumed by it.
Unless a more difficult cracking spell is used, the only way to completely extinguish it is to wait until the ashes are completely burned. "
The professors, including Snape, were quite surprised.
Although it was just a brief introduction, but if he could write it down, it meant he had understood it.
Bet he's lying and then actually delays Fiendfire?
McGonagall didn't dare, Flitwick didn't dare, and Sprout didn't dare.
"Only I can undo that magic." Lockhart hurriedly paced back and forth,
"I hope that mysterious person has left the castle with my notebook..."
Fear, panic and other emotions spread among the students.
Most of the students' eyes were on Vincent.
The diary was on him, and if Lockhart hadn't been alarmist, it would have been a disaster for them.
Perhaps only Dumbledore can completely extinguish the Fiercefire Curse that burns everything up.
But by the time he came back, half an hour had passed.
If they didn't know about this, they wouldn't be as nervous as they are now.
McGonagall didn't believe Lockhart's nonsense, but her students were her first concern.
What is false is of course false, but at some point it becomes true.
……
……
No one could deny this, including Hermione, who turned from fan to black.
As long as she doesn't speak or show a smile that disgusts her, she actually looks quite pleasing to the eye.
"What did you do in the past?" Ravin held Hermione's eager little hand, "Vincent has already made him like this, can't you pity him?"
"I don't plan to do anything." She stood back with some guilt, "I just want to go and have a look."
In fact, if possible, before Lockhart's handsome face came in, there would probably be a few more footprints of small solid leather shoes.
Vincent, who had finished explaining the incident to Mag in a low voice, thought so, and Fred and George, who were almost caught outside, thought so too.
"The diary you mentioned..."
"Here it is, Professor." Vincent took out the small black book, "It's all blank, probably using some special magic to hide it."
Snape looked calmly.
The black cover is very old and must be at least 40 years old.
Beginning with the unsigned inside page, every subsequent page is blank.
He sniffed it, but he didn't smell the musty smell that yellowed paper should have.
And the whole diary feels very sinister, like there's something hidden in it.
"Professor Snape, this is evidence." Vincent closed the diary, his eyes extremely vigilant.
Just for what happened tonight, at least a hundred points should be added, and this physical evidence is worth 50 points.
"Professor McGonagall, I think it's best for you to keep it."
The diary he handed over was pushed back.
"No." Mag shook his head gently, "You are not affected by the special magic it exerts, which means you are the most suitable person to keep it."
Vincent understood in seconds.
The black magic applied by the diary not only has a hidden effect, but also a passive defense mechanism.
Although there will not be any practical impact, but the spiritual level is certain.
In other words, besides him, only Snape was the most suitable.
Handing it over will definitely distort the facts, so let's keep it as hard as possible.
"Uh-uh-" Lockhart who was lying on the long table snorted a few times.
The back of his head was bald, yet he could wake up so quickly.
Vincent quickly hid behind Snape.
"What's wrong with me?" Lockhart looked around in confusion.
The first, second and third graders were there, as were the professors and teaching assistants.
All eyes were on him.
There are worries, doubts, anger, ridicule, and anger.
Under the gaze of more than 200 pairs of eyes with different emotions, Lockhart stood up calmly and stood on the marble floor.
McGonagall asked with concern: "Gidero, is there something uncomfortable for you?"
"I think it's very good." He took off his tattered gilded white cloak, "It would be even better if I could have a glass of Flame Whiskey."
Vincent, who poked out half of his small head, felt very incredible.
The vitality was sucked away by Tom, knocked out by Sprout, then knocked out by himself, and finally the back of his head was bald.
Even if he woke up for a short time, he still acted like a normal person.
With such a strong physique, his father Eric would be ashamed of himself.
No wonder Tom would focus on this man, he was simply an invincible Xiaoqiang.
"Vincent?" Lockhart walked towards Snape quickly, "I didn't see you just now, so I thought you weren't here."
"Ah—yes, I'm here."
He was about to give Vincent a warm hug, but the other party quickly dodged him.
"Well, it seems that you still care about my stun spell."
The students thought of the dueling club after dinner.
To put it mildly, it's called finding the right opportunity, but to put it bluntly, it's a sneak attack.
No wonder Vincent made him like this, it turned out that everything was self-inflicted.
Ok?
Who does Lockhart not know?
Selective amnesia after stress response?
"I remember I announced the end of the club, and then I went back to the office to take a shower and rest." Lockhart frowned and let go,
"Did something happen before I woke up?"
The four deans looked at each other.
"Gidero, actually tonight..." McGonagall told the story.
She didn't say anything about the Chamber of Secrets and Tom, but blamed everything on a certain mysterious person who caused the acromant to riot.
"Ah!? Such a thing happened!" Lockhart was shocked.
He lowered his head and touched his body several times, "Has any of you seen my wand?"
Snape sneered, "You should be glad that nothing serious happened to your lost wand."
"That mysterious person stole my wand?" Lockhart's face changed drastically. "I hope he didn't touch my diary. I cast a delayed Fiercefire spell on it."
Vincent immediately rolled his eyes.
The healing spells that are not too difficult are not easy to use, can you apply advanced black magic that is activated with a delay?
If you want to get the notebook back, just say so, anyway, you won't give it.
"Where is it?" Lockhart looked extremely nervous.
"Because I want to protect a list of personnel from the dark forces recorded in it, I set a 30-minute delay."
He looked at Mag anxiously, "I'm not joking, because only those people would think about it."
"Hey—" Snape sneered, "I don't believe you're good enough to learn the Diemerfort Curse."
"I have." Lockhart looked towards a few students with terrified faces, "Fierffire cannot be extinguished by water, everything will be consumed by it.
Unless a more difficult cracking spell is used, the only way to completely extinguish it is to wait until the ashes are completely burned. "
The professors, including Snape, were quite surprised.
Although it was just a brief introduction, but if he could write it down, it meant he had understood it.
Bet he's lying and then actually delays Fiendfire?
McGonagall didn't dare, Flitwick didn't dare, and Sprout didn't dare.
"Only I can undo that magic." Lockhart hurriedly paced back and forth,
"I hope that mysterious person has left the castle with my notebook..."
Fear, panic and other emotions spread among the students.
Most of the students' eyes were on Vincent.
The diary was on him, and if Lockhart hadn't been alarmist, it would have been a disaster for them.
Perhaps only Dumbledore can completely extinguish the Fiercefire Curse that burns everything up.
But by the time he came back, half an hour had passed.
If they didn't know about this, they wouldn't be as nervous as they are now.
McGonagall didn't believe Lockhart's nonsense, but her students were her first concern.
What is false is of course false, but at some point it becomes true.
……
……
