Chapter 182 Today's Wizards Don't Pursue Ideals
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Rui Chen 3499
Lockhart remained vigilant, the farce where the wand fell to the ground just now seemed to have never happened.
He continued to point his wand forward, "A descendant of Salazar Slytherin? Mr. Riddle? That is to say...you are now possessed by Ginny?"
"You can understand it this way, after all, your cognition can only let you understand it to this extent." Riddle nodded and said.
Ginny's small stature, coupled with that old-fashioned and slightly arrogant tone, Lockhart was sure that Ginny in front of him was indeed possessed, but he was very upset...
How could this so-called descendant of Slytherin speak so badly?What does my cognition allow me to understand to this extent?
never mind!Since he was a descendant of Slytherin and the so-called heir, it was probably the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets last time and then petrified the cat.
That is to say... As long as I take down "Him? It? She?", I can claim credit for it. Even if Kong Nuo framed him for plagiarizing Muggle books, no one in the school would believe him.
The only magic he is most proficient in is the Oblivion Curse, so it seems that it is not so easy to use magic to defeat this Riddle.
Or use physical attacks?
There is a copy of "Ghost Train" in hand, and a copy of "Walking with Trolls"... first throw the Muggle readings out to attract attention, and then use your own books to do justice!
"Really?" A contemptuous and slightly mocking voice came from ahead.
"Oops! Did he notice it?" Lockhart made a decisive decision and immediately threw out the Muggle reading...
Ginny drew her wand much faster than he did, chanting the Detonating spell in a smooth flow: "Confringo!"
Muggle readings exploded in the air, and crumbs began to fall like a snowfall in early winter.
Lockhart was already charging forward when he tossed out the Muggle reading.
Facing the sky full of debris, he suddenly lifted the book in his hand, and slammed it viciously at the top of Ginny's head...
Ginny pointed to Lockhart's feet again, and said the Impedimenta incantation very quickly: "Impedimenta!"
Lockhart felt his ankle touch a hard object, and then he lost his balance, swiped straight ahead, and fell directly in front of Ginny.
He felt a burst of heat on his face, and he even smelled blood in his nasal cavity. I'm afraid his face has already been stained in many places.
He quickly supported his body and got up, and rushed to the vanity mirror in a hurry to check the injuries on his face.
As he expected, his proud nose, proud cheeks, proud lips...
In short, the face he was proud of was covered with wounds of different sizes, which looked like a sponge.
"My face! This is what I use to eat!" He yelled strangely, and at the same time began to think about what excuse he should use to seek treatment in the school infirmary.
If I can't find the right excuse, I'm afraid that the news that I fell and got cut in the face will spread all over Hogwarts immediately!
"Feel it?" Riddle came to Lockhart's side, and waved his wand casually, "Reparo!"
The Muggle book began to recover quickly, lying alone on the ground... just like Riddle at this moment.
Lockhart was still paying attention to his face, and didn't notice Riddle's use of the Restoration Charm, as well as the ultimate control to restore the debris achieved by a little girl's hand.
Riddle felt a little annoyed, and couldn't help shouting: "I'm a fool! I have no dreams! I have no responsibility! What a fuss! You can become a wizard!"
The little girl's sharp angry voice still caught Lockhart's attention, "What are you talking about? My face is like this! What else can I do? Tomorrow my embarrassment will be spread in school!"
"They will know that the famous, personable and charming Professor Lockhart, his face will be cut so many times because of a fall. I have no tomorrow!"
Riddle cast some bewitching magic in his words, and said to Lockhart: "I can help you recover, all you need is a simple healing magic."
"Simple fart!" Lockhart yelled, "Healing magic is a very profound magic! If I can learn that, I can go to open a magic beauty salon and use healing magic to treat those old and colorless witches, help them take care of themselves!"
Riddle felt his blood pressure go up, helping those old witches take care of it?Is this really a serious job?Where did Lockhart hear this from?
If it weren't for the fact that Lockhart was the only weaker student in the school, and he didn't practice the "Quiet Heart Sutra", he would definitely choose another teacher to confuse and control.
A warm green light flashed, and Lockhart suddenly felt his face go numb.
In the vanity mirror, the scars on the face began to heal, scab and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as miraculous as a glass of iced pumpkin juice on a hot summer day, which could quickly help get rid of the heat.
Lockhart was ecstatic: "Mr. Riddle, I want to learn this! Will you help me? I want to learn healing magic! I want to earn a lot of Galleons from those rich old witches!"
Lockhart's mind was as pure as dung paper, and he didn't even need Legilimency to know that he had now convinced Riddle.
Riddle felt a little tired, he was thinking whether he could not keep up with the young people nowadays.
Although there is only an age gap of four or fifty years between them, why he no longer understands what these wizards are thinking.
Today's wizards do not pursue honor or ideals, but have an extraordinary desire for Gallon.
Ginny was like this, and this Lockhart was like this too. He lacked interest in talking about the girl of his dreams and strength, and when it came to scholarships and Garen, he was in full swing.
But that's okay, as long as you have a desire.
Although their desires are despicable, like the stones on the edge of the latrine, they smell so incomprehensible.
He handed the magic notebook to Lockhart, and said to Lockhart: "My abilities are all in the notebook. If you take the notebook, I can help you get everything you want."
"Wealth? That's just the most basic! I can let you get all the honors you want! You can have everything in the future! Have the supreme power in the magical world..."
Lockhart interrupted Riddle eagerly, "Can you teach me healing magic? I want to learn that right now!"
Riddle was a little speechless, "Yes! But you have to take Ginny away first! Erase all the memories about me from her mind, so as not to show off! Then send her away from here, so as not to arouse other people's suspicion!"
"Of course no problem!" Lockhart nodded, "The Oblivion Curse is my specialty!"
He continued to point his wand forward, "A descendant of Salazar Slytherin? Mr. Riddle? That is to say...you are now possessed by Ginny?"
"You can understand it this way, after all, your cognition can only let you understand it to this extent." Riddle nodded and said.
Ginny's small stature, coupled with that old-fashioned and slightly arrogant tone, Lockhart was sure that Ginny in front of him was indeed possessed, but he was very upset...
How could this so-called descendant of Slytherin speak so badly?What does my cognition allow me to understand to this extent?
never mind!Since he was a descendant of Slytherin and the so-called heir, it was probably the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets last time and then petrified the cat.
That is to say... As long as I take down "Him? It? She?", I can claim credit for it. Even if Kong Nuo framed him for plagiarizing Muggle books, no one in the school would believe him.
The only magic he is most proficient in is the Oblivion Curse, so it seems that it is not so easy to use magic to defeat this Riddle.
Or use physical attacks?
There is a copy of "Ghost Train" in hand, and a copy of "Walking with Trolls"... first throw the Muggle readings out to attract attention, and then use your own books to do justice!
"Really?" A contemptuous and slightly mocking voice came from ahead.
"Oops! Did he notice it?" Lockhart made a decisive decision and immediately threw out the Muggle reading...
Ginny drew her wand much faster than he did, chanting the Detonating spell in a smooth flow: "Confringo!"
Muggle readings exploded in the air, and crumbs began to fall like a snowfall in early winter.
Lockhart was already charging forward when he tossed out the Muggle reading.
Facing the sky full of debris, he suddenly lifted the book in his hand, and slammed it viciously at the top of Ginny's head...
Ginny pointed to Lockhart's feet again, and said the Impedimenta incantation very quickly: "Impedimenta!"
Lockhart felt his ankle touch a hard object, and then he lost his balance, swiped straight ahead, and fell directly in front of Ginny.
He felt a burst of heat on his face, and he even smelled blood in his nasal cavity. I'm afraid his face has already been stained in many places.
He quickly supported his body and got up, and rushed to the vanity mirror in a hurry to check the injuries on his face.
As he expected, his proud nose, proud cheeks, proud lips...
In short, the face he was proud of was covered with wounds of different sizes, which looked like a sponge.
"My face! This is what I use to eat!" He yelled strangely, and at the same time began to think about what excuse he should use to seek treatment in the school infirmary.
If I can't find the right excuse, I'm afraid that the news that I fell and got cut in the face will spread all over Hogwarts immediately!
"Feel it?" Riddle came to Lockhart's side, and waved his wand casually, "Reparo!"
The Muggle book began to recover quickly, lying alone on the ground... just like Riddle at this moment.
Lockhart was still paying attention to his face, and didn't notice Riddle's use of the Restoration Charm, as well as the ultimate control to restore the debris achieved by a little girl's hand.
Riddle felt a little annoyed, and couldn't help shouting: "I'm a fool! I have no dreams! I have no responsibility! What a fuss! You can become a wizard!"
The little girl's sharp angry voice still caught Lockhart's attention, "What are you talking about? My face is like this! What else can I do? Tomorrow my embarrassment will be spread in school!"
"They will know that the famous, personable and charming Professor Lockhart, his face will be cut so many times because of a fall. I have no tomorrow!"
Riddle cast some bewitching magic in his words, and said to Lockhart: "I can help you recover, all you need is a simple healing magic."
"Simple fart!" Lockhart yelled, "Healing magic is a very profound magic! If I can learn that, I can go to open a magic beauty salon and use healing magic to treat those old and colorless witches, help them take care of themselves!"
Riddle felt his blood pressure go up, helping those old witches take care of it?Is this really a serious job?Where did Lockhart hear this from?
If it weren't for the fact that Lockhart was the only weaker student in the school, and he didn't practice the "Quiet Heart Sutra", he would definitely choose another teacher to confuse and control.
A warm green light flashed, and Lockhart suddenly felt his face go numb.
In the vanity mirror, the scars on the face began to heal, scab and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as miraculous as a glass of iced pumpkin juice on a hot summer day, which could quickly help get rid of the heat.
Lockhart was ecstatic: "Mr. Riddle, I want to learn this! Will you help me? I want to learn healing magic! I want to earn a lot of Galleons from those rich old witches!"
Lockhart's mind was as pure as dung paper, and he didn't even need Legilimency to know that he had now convinced Riddle.
Riddle felt a little tired, he was thinking whether he could not keep up with the young people nowadays.
Although there is only an age gap of four or fifty years between them, why he no longer understands what these wizards are thinking.
Today's wizards do not pursue honor or ideals, but have an extraordinary desire for Gallon.
Ginny was like this, and this Lockhart was like this too. He lacked interest in talking about the girl of his dreams and strength, and when it came to scholarships and Garen, he was in full swing.
But that's okay, as long as you have a desire.
Although their desires are despicable, like the stones on the edge of the latrine, they smell so incomprehensible.
He handed the magic notebook to Lockhart, and said to Lockhart: "My abilities are all in the notebook. If you take the notebook, I can help you get everything you want."
"Wealth? That's just the most basic! I can let you get all the honors you want! You can have everything in the future! Have the supreme power in the magical world..."
Lockhart interrupted Riddle eagerly, "Can you teach me healing magic? I want to learn that right now!"
Riddle was a little speechless, "Yes! But you have to take Ginny away first! Erase all the memories about me from her mind, so as not to show off! Then send her away from here, so as not to arouse other people's suspicion!"
"Of course no problem!" Lockhart nodded, "The Oblivion Curse is my specialty!"
