I was expelled from Hogwarts?

At Rove's suggestion, Lovegood turned on the Splatoon mode, frantically speaking ill of Tom who was right in front of him.

And Rolf Scamander, who is far away in the sky, has become a perfect and good student, and he is almost praised as a flower in his mouth.

Rove almost laughed so hard that his stomach ached. If he didn't have a tape recorder, he would have recorded it for him and played it to him repeatedly.

But the young man still held his temper and did not reveal his identity. After all, the witch named Downs was unknown, and it might be a fake name.

At this moment, a group of wizards surrounded a wizard and strode over.

The sorcerer was wearing a blue cloak, brushed his curly blond hair, and when he passed Rove and the others, he blinked wantonly at Downs with his blue eyes.

Don't worry, with Lockhart here, you don't need to be afraid of any dark wizards. Even if the robber is the Dark Lord today, I will let him come and go!

Under the influence of magic, Lockhart's voice resounded throughout the train, and many of his fans got out of the car to cheer and applaud him.

Surrounded by everyone, Lockhart came to the train gate, he flicked his cloak, waved his hand and said:

Wake up that bottle of Burgundy for me, I'll come when I go.

Holding a wand, Lockhart strode out of the train, as if he was really planning to single out seven or eight dark wizards alone.

Downs couldn't help laughing and said: It seems that someone is going to deal with those dark wizards!

Smell! Lovegood pouted and said, If he is caught in a while, won't he be a hostage? He has to pay to redeem him, what an idiot!

Lovegood seems to be naturally displeased with people who look better than him.

Rove turned and walked into his compartment. He was about to watch the excitement. Downs and Lovegood also followed, and the three of them crowded around the window like this.

All the lights were turned on, illuminating an open space not far away as if it were daytime.

Holding a wand, Lockhart rushed towards the masked dark wizard alone.

The leading wizard stopped him, shouted loudly, and stammered, I'm a Death Eater... Hit... Rob... Leave 10,000... Garen, please don't die!

Lockhart laughed loudly and said: Things without eyes, dare to move the train I'm on? See how I defeat you Death Eaters today.

The dark wizard raised his wand and shot a beam of white light, which hit Lockhart on the chest, and he stood still, laughing uproariously.

Lockhart raised his wand, and the dark wizard trembled as if struck by lightning, his body was like a sieve, and then flew backwards.

He lay on the ground, twitched twice, and seemed to pass out.

Another short wizard came running and shouted, Damned.

Lockhart dodged easily, he waved his hand away, and said with a chic smile: Go away!

The short wizard seemed to be injured by an invisible magic, and he spun around in the air a few times before falling far away.

He lay on the ground, raised his arm and pointed at Lockhart, and said in a trembling voice:

Who the hell are you... I've never seen a wizard as powerful as you! You're even stronger than Dumbledore!!

Lockhart stretched out his palm, patted his chest, and said loudly:

Remember, I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time Wizards Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award...but I don't talk about that Come on, I didn't beat you with a smile!

The group of dark wizards turned and ran, Lockhart turned to the express car, he waved, and countless witches cheered heartily.

This acting is too fake. Lovegood shook his head. He is a master at fabricating stories, so it is natural to see that they are all group actors.

Yeah. Downs crossed his arms and commented in a professional manner: Where did the actors come from? They are really unprofessional.

Rove also shook his head. Lockhart's idea is good, but unfortunately, his acting skills are a bit poor.

It's very similar to a small domestic movie... the movements are stiff, and the lines are awkward, not as natural as the ones in island countries, and not as simple and rude as those in Europe and the United States.

But I have to say that Lockhart's appearance is still good. If Lovegood or Snape come to this set of performances, it will give people a wretched and greasy feeling.

Since the so-called robbers were all actors invited by Lockhart, Rove immediately lost interest and said:

I'm going to bed, you all go back to your car.

Tom, where's your grandpa? Downs looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on the black box on the bed. She asked, Didn't you say you came with your grandpa?

He went to the restaurant to buy supper. Rove replied casually.

The witch twitched her lips.

At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from a distance, and someone shouted heart-piercingly in the aisle: Dead, dead...

...

Downs suddenly turned pale, and her whole body tensed up. She turned around and ran away. Rove thought for a while, picked up his black suitcase, and followed him out.

Coming to a strange compartment, Rove saw a wizard lying on the ground.

He was about forty years old, with a medium build, broad shoulders, black curly hair, lying stiff on the floor, with dead gray eyes, staring straight at the faded ceiling.

He clenched his fists tightly, his arms spread out, and there was a frightened expression on his stiff face, which seemed to have been a painful struggle before he died.

The other one was a witch, not dead yet, but already unconscious, with green rashes growing all over her body, floating in mid-air.

A middle-aged wizard strode forward, with tawny hair, bushy eyebrows, and piercing eyes behind gold-rimmed spectacles.

He just walked with a limp, but he still walked vigorously. He shouted: Therapist, is there a therapist on the train?!

A therapist on the train came running, he bent down to check the witch's injury, he checked for a while, shook his head and said:

Poisoned, but this kind of poison is not in the field I am familiar with... Her respiratory organs are about to fail. Send her to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital now, but it may be too late.

At this time, surrounded by the crowd, Lockhart came over. He heard that there was an attack in the carriage, so he came to check.

Let me take a look, I'm a great therapist too.

Lockhart pretended to squat down, first checked the witch's pupils, and then touched the witch's hot head. He shook his head and said decisively:

It must have been a poison that killed her... most likely a tree snake bite, which I have treated many times.

It's a pity that I wasn't here just now, dealing with those dark wizards, I could have saved her...

Lockhart's words made the faces of the wizards present even uglier.

Maybe I can take a look.

A crisp voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned their heads to look, a young man with clear eyes said seriously:

I'm a...doctor.

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