Hogwarts Gymnastics Professor

Chapter 39 No.30 Nine sheets of the purest mouth odor, the most extreme enjoyment

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Lockhart and the two shadow clones were reading with relish the few books on the reading list that Dumbledore had given him.

"From Innocence to Death Penalty, 30 Days to Master the Essence of Defense", "A Tip for Imprisonment Every Day", "From Hogwarts to Azkaban, My Road to Defense".

These three books collected all the reverse defense cases since the establishment of the Wizengamot. They were full of wit and wit. Lockhart spent an afternoon reading these three books in one go.

He found that because the Wizengamot adopted the method of artificially raising hands to vote for judgment, the attitude of the defendant in the face of the trial was very critical. This point was highlighted in "A Tip for Imprisonment Every Day".

Very good, very good, Lockhart already had a plan in mind, he continued to organize his words, and worked hard quietly, tomorrow in the Wizengamot court, he would surprise everyone.

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Early on Monday morning, Lockhart received three letters one after another, namely the suspension notice from the Office of the Minister of Magic, the arrest warrant issued by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the summons notice from the Wizengamot.

Lockhart stood in front of the mirror, without using magic, tied his tie with bare hands, combed his hair neatly, put on his favorite blue wizard robe of forget-me-nots, put on a lace peaked hat, and waited for the proud Luo's arrival.

It's about to be imprisoned for the first time, this damn sense of ritual must not be lost.

There was a knock on the door, and Lockhart opened the door and walked out of the office. Two Aurors in uniform issued an arrest warrant for him at the door, searched his body, found no wand, and brought Lockhart to Hoag Watts Auditorium Hall.

In the hall, many young wizards saw that Lockhart stopped eating. Lockhart saw Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville sitting around a table alone, holding He has written books, one of which is titled "Innocent Defense, Be the Best Lawyer".

All four of them had big dark circles under their eyes, and their eyes were red. They didn't know whether it was because they were suppressing crying or lack of sleep.

Two Aurors led Lockhart through the hall, both of Umbridge's henchmen, walking slowly on purpose in order to embarrass Lockhart in front of the students.

Seeing this scene, many little wizards blushed, and some couldn't help sobbing.

Although Lockhart was declared a suspected criminal, his teaching effect for two weeks was very good, and he had many fans before. When he really left, many young wizards still felt sad.

Lockhart saw more and more little wizards with red eyes and more and more sobs. He suddenly stopped, turned around, and said his last farewell words in a wicked way.

"Hogwarts, don't cry for me."

Sure enough, the sobbing in the auditorium suddenly became louder.

Lockhart turned away, letting the two Aurors lead him into the fireplace, and in a flash of fire, Professor Lockhart of Hogwarts left his school.

The two Aurors led Lockhart out of the fireplace and onto a bleak side street consisting of a few seedy-looking offices, a tavern, and a dump truck that was overflowing.

Lockhart was ushered into a dilapidated red telephone booth - with several panes of glass missing, against a wall that had been badly painted.

其中一个傲罗把话筒举过头顶，在拨号盘上拨了“6-2-4-4-2”这个号码。

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice sounded in the telephone booth, but the voice did not come from the microphone, it was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing there around them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

The Auror spoke into the microphone: "Tony Carrow, the Auror office striker, brought Gilderoy Lockhart, and the Ministry asked him to stand trial..."

"Thank you," said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

A square badge slid out of the phone's coin slot, reading: Gilderoy Lockhart, on trial.The Auror pinned the badge to Lockhart's wizard robes, and the woman's voice sounded again.

"Thank you," said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the phone booth trembled suddenly.They sank slowly into the ground.The sidewalk outside the glass window rose higher and higher until at last it was dark overhead and they could see nothing but the monotonous, harsh grinding of the phone booth as it sank into the ground.

After about a minute, a thin golden light hit Lockhart's feet, and then the golden light gradually widened, expanded to his body, and finally hit his face directly. Lockhart closed his eyes to avoid the glare. light.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.

The door of the phone booth slammed open, and Lockhart followed the two Aurors out.

They stood at the end of a long and resplendent hall with a polished dark wooden floor and repeated written reports on the ceiling. Lockhart saw that the time and place of his own trial were pending.

The walls on all sides were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the wood panels. With a soft pop, Umbridge walked out of the fireplace on the left, accompanied by Lucius Malfoy.

Obviously Lucius Malfoy saw Lockhart, and he walked over with Umbridge directly, blocking Lockhart's only way to go to the security check.

Lockhart knew that these two people were coming to disgust him again.

Sure enough, as soon as Lucius came over and looked at the Aurors behind Lockhart, he started to feel strange: "Professor Lockhart, I haven't seen you for two days, and you have two Aurors as personal guards."

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. I never knew that you were an expert on magical animals. Are you going to bring this toad-shaped magical animal to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a patent?"

"You...you...how dare you..." Umbridge next to him jumped up as if being kicked by two kicks on fire, pointing at Lockhart but couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"Sorry, I didn't see it clearly just now, but it was a toad from a distance, and a pink toad from a close look. I didn't expect to look carefully, and it turned out to be Minister Umbridge. Maybe the minister should investigate whether he has toad blood. After all, not everyone can grow up like this and jump so high."

Lockhart turned his head to Malfoy again: "Master Malfoy, congratulations on having a new father, her toad blood is very compatible with the noble blood of your Malfoy family."

Umbridge, the old toad, finally came to her senses, pointing at Lockhart's floral hat and shouting, "Look at yourself, Lockhart, what is that thing on your head, is it a hat? "

"Really? My minister, I would like to ask what is under your hat, is it a brain?" Lockhart still shot back rudely.

"Professor Lockhart, your brain must be very useful, otherwise why would you come to the Ministry of Magic." This time it was Malfoy who spoke.

"Of course my brain is very easy to use. I didn't even eat breakfast on purpose, otherwise I would definitely spit it out when I saw your father, this pink toad.

Lucius, you found a good father for yourself. Although this toad is ugly, it can still help the Malfoy family improve their genes. "

Lucius Malfoy almost pulled out his wand, but put it back again, staring at Lockhart, grabbed Umbridge who was jumping aside, and said grimly: "Don't you want to provoke I, Lockhart, see you at the Wizengamot."

After that, he pulled the furious Umbridge away.

Lockhart also started the security check under the leadership of two Aurors. No matter what happens in the future, he is comfortable now anyway.

Sometimes the mouth smells bad and sometimes it feels good, and the mouth always smells good all the time.

　Sure enough, every time I write about scolding, I always feel very refreshed

　　
　
(End of this chapter)