Chapter 142

The two of them were in a mess, and the two of them were in a mess.

Lockhart?

Argus saw his slightly anxious look and immediately understood what he meant.

He sent me gold galleons!

Wand and cloak!

The two things had been repaired long ago, but the saint spent more time studying the two finished products.

"Professor Lockhart has something to do, you go and help, I'm leaving first!" Hermione was very sensible, and after telling Argus a few words, she left reluctantly.

Followed Lockhart all the way to his office.

Before Lockhart could speak, Argus took out a small suitcase from his pocket.

"Get bigger quickly!"

When the suitcase was restored to its original state, Argus took out the wand and cloak from it and placed them in front of Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart, your wand and cloak."

"It took a little longer because I increased the power of the spell."

"It has increased the power!"

Hearing this, Lockhart's dissatisfaction instantly disappeared!

Seeing the exquisite patterns on the wand and cloak, he smiled immediately!

He likes this kind of thing that is very gorgeous at first glance.

Whether it is easy to use or not is another matter, the main thing is that it is cool!

Lockhart couldn't wait to pick up the wand and try it.

Aim at the flower pot on the table!

Boom!

A flash of red light passed by, and the flower pot on the table shattered!

"It is really powerful!"

Lockhart was surprised and stroked the wand affectionately.

The look in his eyes was like looking at his beloved lover!

He was afraid that he would accidentally scratch it.

Argus was speechless.

You believed my lies!

What can be measured from something that can be broken by just a drop?

Only a fake like you can't tell!

But he still kept an elegant smile on the surface.

He said, "Professor Lockhart, it doesn't belong to you now."

"Not to me?"

Lockhart was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

With a painful look on his face, he took out a bag from the suitcase and put it on the table.

"One hundred thousand gold Galleons, count them."

Argus quietly used the soul reading.

He wanted to check if there were any gold Galleons missing in the bag, but found a more interesting information.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"No need, Professor Lockhart, I still trust your credibility."

"If there is nothing else, I will go back to the dormitory first."

"By the way, Professor!" Argus suddenly turned around, but scared Lockhart.

"Next time you want to sneak attack, it's best not to expose your intentions so obviously."

As soon as Argus finished speaking, he threw a silent disarming spell!

Bang!

Lockhart's hand just touched his wand, and before he could react, he was knocked to the ground!

The severe pain from all parts of his body made him twitch all over.

"And..."

"Do you think that if something happened to me in your office, the Saint would let you go?"

Argus still had that elegant smile on his face.

The cold light in his eyes made Lockhart's hair stand on end!

He didn't understand where he was exposed and Argus noticed it!

It would be fine if he noticed it, but he was caught red-handed!

But now, he didn't have time to think about these things.

It's important to save his life first!

Lockhart racked his brains and stammered, "I... I just want to see the difference between the two wands."

"Yes, I want to see the difference between the wands!"

"Really?" Argus looked at him with a half-smile.

He took out the wand from his sleeve and pointed it at Lockhart.

"If I remember correctly, Professor Lockhart should be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Please teach your students the difference between the three unforgivable curses!"

As he spoke, Argus's wand glowed with a pale green light.

Lockhart was completely panicked, with cold sweat on his forehead and a pale face.

"No! You can't do this!"

"I'm a professor at Hogwarts, your teacher!"

"I'm a recipient of the Order of Merlin, third class, and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League. If you use the Unforgivable Curse on me, the Ministry of Magic will not let you go!"

Argus sneered and ignored him.

Lockhart was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly, stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, and dared not look at Argus's wand.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "I still have 50,000 gold galleons in my suitcase!"

"Buy my life!"

Argus put away his wand and chuckled: "Congratulations, Professor Lockhart."

"You found the only chance to survive."

Escape from death

Lockhart's clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

He sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

When he noticed Argus's cold eyes, he crawled to his suitcase and chanted the spell to open the suitcase.

He took a bag out of the suitcase and put it on the table.

Then he squatted beside with a look of fear, not even picking up the wand, not giving Argus any chance to attack.

Argus didn't say anything more and picked up the two bags on the table.

He gave Lockhart a warning look.

He turned and left the office.

He had no intention of killing Lockhart from beginning to end.

Killing people in Hogwarts is no different from seeking death.

Argus knew Dumbledore's bottom line very well. As long as he didn't show it in public or leave no evidence of using black magic.

Dumbledore would not touch him easily.

On the contrary, as long as Dumbledore found any relevant evidence, he would be ruthlessly wiped out!

Taking your life in exchange for a liar?

Argus is not that stupid!

"It's a pity that Lockhart still has a large number of gold Galleons in Gringotts, otherwise, I will make him knock them all out this time!"

Until this moment, he stopped his soul reading.

There was a slight swelling pain in his brain.

Fortunately, there was no class in the afternoon, and Argus went back to the dormitory to sleep for an afternoon, and then he recovered his spirit.

Classes were held normally the next day.

...

February 14th, Valentine's Day.

The Hogwarts Hall was decorated with countless pink flowers.

The original starry sky ceiling was also replaced by a peach-shaped heart!

In the center of each college's long table was a stone statue of Cupid, holding his heart-shaped bow and arrow and aiming at the men and women on the table.

It attracted exclamations.

Argus knew who was responsible without even thinking about it.

Gilderoy Lockhart!

"I am still too kind. I should have taken action a few days ago, knowing that he would play such a trick on Valentine's Day."

"At least let him lie down for the rest of Valentine's Day!"

Today in the original book is Harry's social death day, but it seems that it is time for someone else to do it now...

He just glanced around and noticed that many little witches were quietly looking at him.

Many of them were holding some stationery and gifts in their hands.

The purpose was obvious.

"Hey, little wizards, today is a big day!"

Lockhart appeared in a pink robe and the cloak given to him by Argus.

Behind him were twelve dwarfs with golden wings and gloomy faces.