Chapter 61 The Forgetting Curse and the True Face
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Friday.
In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart acted as if nothing had happened.
His teaching mode still feels terrible, especially when he let a few students go up to play trolls and werewolves, and began to interpret his glorious history.
"It was literally the worst class I've ever had."
Neville was miserable, and even Malfoy was not spared being pulled over to become a vampire.
John still didn't add a point. Originally, Lockhart wanted John to come up and play the Tibetan snowman.
But seeing John's murderous eyes, he didn't dare to continue asking.
Hermione was also a little skeptical at this time, but how can someone who can write such an excellent article be a person who doesn't understand anything.
She was very confused.
"Neville, why are you carrying a sword?"
Ron was still annoyed that his wand flew out and hit Professor Flitwick on the head in Charms class this morning, when he turned around and saw Neville with a sword on his back.
Harry was surprised: "Are you going to take the sword to Malfoy?"
"No, it's John. He said he wanted to make me stronger, and he said he wanted me to become a Juggernaut."
Neville felt a lot of strange eyes, and he didn't want to carry his sword, but John let him get used to it.
His words reminded Harry of the scene where John wielded a big sword to fight the troll last year. Harry thought thoughtfully: "Maybe John is protecting Neville from Malfoy, after all, Malfoy is most afraid of John."
Ron felt that turning his back on the sword didn't mean Neville became John, but it wasn't out of the question.
"Let's go see Hagrid tomorrow," Harry suggested.
Hermione had no arrangements that day, so she agreed.
Four people were walking in the hallway, and John came out through a door.
John greeted several people: "Hi, Ron, I'm looking for you."
Hearing that he was looking for him, Ron froze for a moment.
"John, what's the matter with you?"
"You forgot, I promised to repair your wand."
John raised his small bag and said with a smile, "I've been looking for some materials these days to see if I can repair it for you."
Ron excitedly held John's hand and said happily, "Great John, you didn't even know that the damn wand hit Professor Flitwick's head today."
"Uh...that's really miserable."
John took his wand, and the two pieces were taped together.
The simple and rude maintenance method makes dogs shake their heads when they see it.
"Aspen wood with unicorn hair."
"It's Charlie's, it's mine when I go to school."
Ron blushed a little. His family was a little poor, and he had to take his brother's wand even.
Seeing this, John shook his head and said regretfully, "If this is the case, I suggest you give up this wand."
"Ah, please John, I don't have any more money to buy new ones."
When he heard that it could not be repaired, Ron became anxious.
He didn't want to receive any more Howler letters.
Harry on the side comforted him: "Ron, I can give you money to buy a new one."
Harry, who is a hidden rich man, is very generous, and Ron feels a little uncomfortable. He doesn't want to spend his friend's money.
"No, this wand has been damaged. Maybe the core can be kept to match the new wood. I just have a good material on hand."
As Ollivander said, the wizard chooses the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard.
John had some doubts that the reason why Ron often made mistakes in using magic might be because of the wand.
He pulled out the unicorn wool core inside, and John slipped the aspen wood to Ron.
"It will take about a week. You can use this one during this time."
Taking out his spare wand, John smiled and said, "It just so happens that this is also a unicorn hair wand core."
After Ron took it, although the length was much shorter, it was still usable.
"Then I'll go first, Neville, you happened to leave with me."
Pulling Neville away, John said goodbye to the three little ones.
...
Neville had been subjected to John's destructive training, and by the time he left he couldn't even lift his hands.
John had cut a nice section of Whomping Willow for the wood, and the sensitivity of it might have made the wand even better.
On the way back, he met Lockhart.
The liar teacher, smiling at John.
"Mr. Wick, I think we can go to the office and chat for a while."
Lockhart extended an invitation to John, who wondered what his idea was.
But he wasn't worried, maybe Lockhart and Quirrell were Voldemort's subordinates, right?
Nodding in agreement, John followed Lockhart to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor.
It is full of photos of Lockhart, and it is not difficult to see that Lockhart is a narcissistic and vain person.
After sitting down, Lockhart asked: "I heard that you once defeated a troll in the first grade? You are really a talented wizard. Of course, this is not as good as the five consecutive "Wizard Weekly" awards for the most charming smile." .”
While talking, he still did not forget to boast. John looked at him blankly, which made Lockhart a little embarrassed after talking for a while.
"Ahem, I want to ask, what do you think of me, uh...I mean how do you think of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Lockhart came to Hogwarts for fame and fortune. Although he is a best-selling author, his strength and stories have been controversial.
In order to dispel the voices from the outside world, he volunteered to teach at Hogwarts.
It's just that he forgot that the mysterious man left a curse on the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The first class of school made him a joke, and today's class also made him realize that his tall image in the students' minds has disappeared.
He found that whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, they all maintained a kind of respect for John in front of them.
This made Lockhart think about something else, and he said sincerely: "It's not that I can't help it, but you also know that there are too many things to be busy as a celebrity, so I want to hire an assistant, it is best to help me Fix some things."
"You mean that your teaching level is not good, so you want to quit?"
John glanced at Lockhart and said bluntly: "With all due respect, you should have heard the legend about the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, right? This position is not a good position."
Lockhart couldn't help being a little angry when his heart was spoken. He didn't expect that he would let the students despise him when he came to talk.
He argued: "How is it possible, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, holder of the Order of Merlin Third Class, consecutive..."
"Okay, it's not impossible for you to want my help, but I can only help you during the second grade class, and I can't help you at other times."
John interrupted him, more and more suspicious that the content of Lockhart's story had been written by the gunman.
Lockhart's face darkened. What John said was indeed a problem. He couldn't hire an assistant for every grade, could he?
Seeing that John had no respect for him, Lockhart knew that the other party had doubted him.
In order to maintain his image as a powerful wizard, Lockhart had to abandon this plan.
That being the case, don't blame yourself for making the first move.
He pulled out his wand the instant John turned, "Obliviate"
This is his best spell, and with it he has stolen many wonderful stories from various wizards.
A smile appeared on his face, as long as John forgot about today's conversation, he could still continue to use his poor teaching to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
At the moment when the spell was activated, the amulet on John's body gave an early warning.
The Oblivion Curse is counteracted by the Iron Armor Curse.
John's face sank, this guy dared to do something to himself at school.
He turned to look at the astonished Lockhart unkindly, and John said coldly, "It seems that you are not a good person."
"Why are you okay?"
This was the first time Lockhart's invincible Oblivion Charm had failed.
John drew his wand and pointed it at Lockhart.
In the next second, white light exploded in the office, and cracks appeared on the walls.
All the photos of Lockhart in the room were destroyed, and Lockhart was leaning against the wall with panic on his face.
"Wait, I'm leaving Hogwarts right now, please let me go."
Lockhart panicked, he didn't expect this little wizard to actually dare to do something.
And that spell was aimed at his head, if he was touched, his head might explode like a balloon.
While begging for mercy, Lockhart's hand dishonestly touched the wand beside him.
Just as they were about to touch, a white light from John's wand blasted a hole in Lockhart's hand.
Now Lockhart dared not move, and John stared at him, thinking about what to do with him.
In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart acted as if nothing had happened.
His teaching mode still feels terrible, especially when he let a few students go up to play trolls and werewolves, and began to interpret his glorious history.
"It was literally the worst class I've ever had."
Neville was miserable, and even Malfoy was not spared being pulled over to become a vampire.
John still didn't add a point. Originally, Lockhart wanted John to come up and play the Tibetan snowman.
But seeing John's murderous eyes, he didn't dare to continue asking.
Hermione was also a little skeptical at this time, but how can someone who can write such an excellent article be a person who doesn't understand anything.
She was very confused.
"Neville, why are you carrying a sword?"
Ron was still annoyed that his wand flew out and hit Professor Flitwick on the head in Charms class this morning, when he turned around and saw Neville with a sword on his back.
Harry was surprised: "Are you going to take the sword to Malfoy?"
"No, it's John. He said he wanted to make me stronger, and he said he wanted me to become a Juggernaut."
Neville felt a lot of strange eyes, and he didn't want to carry his sword, but John let him get used to it.
His words reminded Harry of the scene where John wielded a big sword to fight the troll last year. Harry thought thoughtfully: "Maybe John is protecting Neville from Malfoy, after all, Malfoy is most afraid of John."
Ron felt that turning his back on the sword didn't mean Neville became John, but it wasn't out of the question.
"Let's go see Hagrid tomorrow," Harry suggested.
Hermione had no arrangements that day, so she agreed.
Four people were walking in the hallway, and John came out through a door.
John greeted several people: "Hi, Ron, I'm looking for you."
Hearing that he was looking for him, Ron froze for a moment.
"John, what's the matter with you?"
"You forgot, I promised to repair your wand."
John raised his small bag and said with a smile, "I've been looking for some materials these days to see if I can repair it for you."
Ron excitedly held John's hand and said happily, "Great John, you didn't even know that the damn wand hit Professor Flitwick's head today."
"Uh...that's really miserable."
John took his wand, and the two pieces were taped together.
The simple and rude maintenance method makes dogs shake their heads when they see it.
"Aspen wood with unicorn hair."
"It's Charlie's, it's mine when I go to school."
Ron blushed a little. His family was a little poor, and he had to take his brother's wand even.
Seeing this, John shook his head and said regretfully, "If this is the case, I suggest you give up this wand."
"Ah, please John, I don't have any more money to buy new ones."
When he heard that it could not be repaired, Ron became anxious.
He didn't want to receive any more Howler letters.
Harry on the side comforted him: "Ron, I can give you money to buy a new one."
Harry, who is a hidden rich man, is very generous, and Ron feels a little uncomfortable. He doesn't want to spend his friend's money.
"No, this wand has been damaged. Maybe the core can be kept to match the new wood. I just have a good material on hand."
As Ollivander said, the wizard chooses the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard.
John had some doubts that the reason why Ron often made mistakes in using magic might be because of the wand.
He pulled out the unicorn wool core inside, and John slipped the aspen wood to Ron.
"It will take about a week. You can use this one during this time."
Taking out his spare wand, John smiled and said, "It just so happens that this is also a unicorn hair wand core."
After Ron took it, although the length was much shorter, it was still usable.
"Then I'll go first, Neville, you happened to leave with me."
Pulling Neville away, John said goodbye to the three little ones.
...
Neville had been subjected to John's destructive training, and by the time he left he couldn't even lift his hands.
John had cut a nice section of Whomping Willow for the wood, and the sensitivity of it might have made the wand even better.
On the way back, he met Lockhart.
The liar teacher, smiling at John.
"Mr. Wick, I think we can go to the office and chat for a while."
Lockhart extended an invitation to John, who wondered what his idea was.
But he wasn't worried, maybe Lockhart and Quirrell were Voldemort's subordinates, right?
Nodding in agreement, John followed Lockhart to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor.
It is full of photos of Lockhart, and it is not difficult to see that Lockhart is a narcissistic and vain person.
After sitting down, Lockhart asked: "I heard that you once defeated a troll in the first grade? You are really a talented wizard. Of course, this is not as good as the five consecutive "Wizard Weekly" awards for the most charming smile." .”
While talking, he still did not forget to boast. John looked at him blankly, which made Lockhart a little embarrassed after talking for a while.
"Ahem, I want to ask, what do you think of me, uh...I mean how do you think of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Lockhart came to Hogwarts for fame and fortune. Although he is a best-selling author, his strength and stories have been controversial.
In order to dispel the voices from the outside world, he volunteered to teach at Hogwarts.
It's just that he forgot that the mysterious man left a curse on the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The first class of school made him a joke, and today's class also made him realize that his tall image in the students' minds has disappeared.
He found that whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, they all maintained a kind of respect for John in front of them.
This made Lockhart think about something else, and he said sincerely: "It's not that I can't help it, but you also know that there are too many things to be busy as a celebrity, so I want to hire an assistant, it is best to help me Fix some things."
"You mean that your teaching level is not good, so you want to quit?"
John glanced at Lockhart and said bluntly: "With all due respect, you should have heard the legend about the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, right? This position is not a good position."
Lockhart couldn't help being a little angry when his heart was spoken. He didn't expect that he would let the students despise him when he came to talk.
He argued: "How is it possible, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, holder of the Order of Merlin Third Class, consecutive..."
"Okay, it's not impossible for you to want my help, but I can only help you during the second grade class, and I can't help you at other times."
John interrupted him, more and more suspicious that the content of Lockhart's story had been written by the gunman.
Lockhart's face darkened. What John said was indeed a problem. He couldn't hire an assistant for every grade, could he?
Seeing that John had no respect for him, Lockhart knew that the other party had doubted him.
In order to maintain his image as a powerful wizard, Lockhart had to abandon this plan.
That being the case, don't blame yourself for making the first move.
He pulled out his wand the instant John turned, "Obliviate"
This is his best spell, and with it he has stolen many wonderful stories from various wizards.
A smile appeared on his face, as long as John forgot about today's conversation, he could still continue to use his poor teaching to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
At the moment when the spell was activated, the amulet on John's body gave an early warning.
The Oblivion Curse is counteracted by the Iron Armor Curse.
John's face sank, this guy dared to do something to himself at school.
He turned to look at the astonished Lockhart unkindly, and John said coldly, "It seems that you are not a good person."
"Why are you okay?"
This was the first time Lockhart's invincible Oblivion Charm had failed.
John drew his wand and pointed it at Lockhart.
In the next second, white light exploded in the office, and cracks appeared on the walls.
All the photos of Lockhart in the room were destroyed, and Lockhart was leaning against the wall with panic on his face.
"Wait, I'm leaving Hogwarts right now, please let me go."
Lockhart panicked, he didn't expect this little wizard to actually dare to do something.
And that spell was aimed at his head, if he was touched, his head might explode like a balloon.
While begging for mercy, Lockhart's hand dishonestly touched the wand beside him.
Just as they were about to touch, a white light from John's wand blasted a hole in Lockhart's hand.
Now Lockhart dared not move, and John stared at him, thinking about what to do with him.
