Spell Players at Hogwarts

Hermione's senses were very complex for Professor Lockhart.

As long as they read Lockhart's works, Hermione believed that there were few people who would not be impressed by Lockhart in the books.

Although the content of these books is a bit more, watery, and exaggerated, as novels, proper literary modification is unavoidable, and these are not difficult things for Hermione to accept.

But, even if it’s only half?

Recalling that he had vowed to warn Lin Qi that there were people outside the world, and he even tried to use the jealousy of some people to achieve victory in the game.

But I never expected that Professor Lockhart, who was so brave in those adventure stories...

In Diagon Alley, Malfoy's father pressed him to the ground and rubbed him. Even the name Lockhart, Lucius said he had only heard of it.

But after all, Lucius is a veteran wizard. He should be... how much older than Lockhart?

Let's just say Malfoy is ignorant.

But after arriving at Hogwarts and Lockhart becoming her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Hermione finally knew what despair felt like.

Not to mention half of the books, not even a little finger...

For the first time in her life, Hermione hated her serious attitude so much. From the moment she saw the question, she still had a chance to deceive herself?

If there was a list, Hermione would probably be willing to put Lockhart at No. 1.

Killed when alone!

"Why, don't you explain...are you impressed by my charm?"

Lockhart flicked his flowing blond hair. The only difference was that Lockhart was not in his usual state when performing stage plays.

Although his teeth were still shining, his hair that had lost its luster and his slightly pale face... looked worse.

"Professor Lockhart."

The corners of Beznit's mouth twitched, "I didn't expect you to be here."

"Huh? Who are you? Does Hogwarts have a student...as old as you?"

Lockhart seemed to find Beznet standing here for the first time, "Are you planning to get close to me, Lockhart? Although I know I look very friendly and approachable, when it comes to protecting the safety of Hogwarts, Even if you are as kind as me, you will still be ruthless..."

"This is...Professor Beznet!"

Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito's feet.

"Ha, you are..." Lockhart hesitated, "Hermione Granger, the second-year Gryffindor, right? Come here and leave that dangerous man. I now suspect that he plans to attack you... two."

"Two!" Hermione rolled her eyes, wishing that her pupils would roll in.

"This is, Professor Beznet!"

Hermione said angrily, very loudly!

"Bates what?"

Lockhart's smile froze on his face, "What Professor Nite, where did Beznit come from?"

"This..." Beznit moved the corners of his mouth with a smile, although most people would not be able to see this detail at all.

"It seems that Professor Lockhart is so busy replying to fans that he forgets that we are sitting at the same table..."

Beznit coughed lightly.

"But let me reintroduce you, Dandy Beznet, Professor of Natural Sciences at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Beznet stretched out his hand to resist the urge to slap Lockhart, and made a standard social gesture...

"You are actually a professor?" Lockhart looked surprised. "Natural science? Don't lie to me. I have lived at Hogwarts for seven years and I have never heard of any natural science..."

"A new subject this year." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Lynch made it happen."

"Lynch? That Christopher?"

Lockhart was stunned for a moment, and after a brief pause of two seconds, his brain began to work rapidly.

"Humph!"

The little girl couldn't help but snorted when she heard that Lynch was quickly recognized by Lockhart.

But Lockhart was not embarrassed, as if those words before were not his, he was calm and composed.

"However, this does not reflect your identity, sir. I'm sorry, but as a professor at Hogwarts, I must be responsible for the safety of the students."

Lockhart struck a graceful pose, as if he were dancing at a ball, and calmly took out a wand from his lower back, bouncing his body twice naturally.

"Ah, of course, of course, I understand."

Beznit resisted the urge to take action. Thinking of the contents of Lockhart's book, although he didn't know Lockhart's true level, what if... what if Lockhart was just not good at teaching?

Although Lockhart's movements were useless, the speed of pulling out the wand was not fast, and even his arms were not stable. Even with a long sword, he seemed to be able to cut Lockhart to the ground.

But this posture, which is full of flaws, combined with Saber's staring eyes, really feels like a return to nature in this dark-style castle.

After all, Professor Defense Against the Dark Arts, elves are the most sensitive to emotions. Maybe Lockhart was practicing some dark magic before?

But practicing dark magic at Hogwarts...?

Beznet paused and looked at Lockhart with a more searching look.

After all, judging from Lockhart's current performance, calling him a fool would be an understatement, but what kind of black magic is he doing now?

What is Lockhart's purpose, and if he is really capable, what has he been hiding so far?

Could it be that Dumbledore... replaced him?

What position is higher and more attractive than Headmaster of Hogwarts?

However, challenge Dumbledore...

Beznit feels that he can't understand the brain circuits of your wizards, but it is obviously not suitable to fight against a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger.

With a slight cough, Beznit suppressed all his anger. After a period of analysis, Beznit had apparently found a way to break Lockhart's nonsense.

"As a professor at Hogwarts, you should of course put the safety of the students first."

Beznet smiled and knew what was going on.

"If Professor Lockhart insists, it just so happens that we are on the eighth floor of the castle and it's not very late yet. Why don't we... go meet Dumbledore together?"

"Dumbledore?"

Lockhart was stunned for a moment. Although it was only for a moment, Beznit still caught it.

"Are you kidding? I mean... I'm just trying it out." Lockhart laughed, "Of course I recognize you, Dandy Bay... Professor Nitetz, right? Natural science, very good... very good not bad!"

"of course."

Hermione muttered quietly, and then the little girl hummed twice more to vent her dissatisfaction.

What's going on here?

Beznit felt a little melancholy, as if he couldn't read Lockhart's mind, and the girl's thoughts were obviously the same...

You are battling wits with the Hogwarts rebels, and then you, little girl, are thinking about little things about love next to you?

Current Hogwarts students, no.

"Professor Lockhart, please stop, Professor Lockhart."

Beznit was a little surprised at his good temper today. He probably looked in the mirror too much. How could a mortal appreciate the charm of a saint?

Humph, the little girl with fish lips.

Therefore, there is really a gulf-like gap between intelligence and wisdom.

"Professor Lockhart, although it is very presumptuous, but there is really no need to go to Dun..."

"Why bother Dumbledore for such a trivial matter?" Lockhart patted his chest righteously.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, recipient of the Order of Merlin [-]rd degree, honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, anti-Dark Arts fighter, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, five consecutive times the Daily Prophet's Winner of the Kuili Smile Award, of course, I usually don’t talk about it, after all, I don’t rely on my smile to drive away the female ghosts of Wanlun.”

After speaking, Lockhart revealed his 24k white teeth, and even Beznit could not resist the dazzling brilliance.

"Ah this..."

Hermione was a little panicked. She didn't expect that Professor Lockhart's orifice could be upgraded?

"Please trust my judgment. After all, black magic is my specialty."

Lockhart patted Beznit on the shoulder very easily.

"Although your starting point is good, Professor Beznit, you still ignored one of the most important factors."

"Wherever I, Gilderoy Lockhart, am patrolling, attacking or something like that, it simply doesn't give me Lockhart face."

"So it's... like this."

Beznit nodded somewhat dullly, responding or something. Facing Lockhart, Beznit was really...

Professor Lockhart is played by a pig, in one word, the essence of a special girl!

"It was my fault, Professor Lockhart."

Beznit repeatedly begged for mercy, but Lockhart was obviously more skillful in stabilizing the situation.

"It doesn't matter. After all, I'm just testing you. You're still wandering around the castle at this time. Although I, Lockhart, am here, you know, it's not very convenient to rush around in the castle after all."

Beznit nodded repeatedly. At the age of 38, he was communicating with colleagues and stood there as if he were a follower.

"So, you were before..."

"Ah, I was planning to escort Miss Granger back to the Gryffindor common room."

"Gryffindor, it's really..." Lockhart laughed, which made Hermione feel unhappy.

Since when did it feel offensive to be mentioned as Gryffindor?

Sure enough, I should have listened to the Sorting Hat and gone to Ravenclaw. Although the arrogant man was also there, but...

Hermione felt a little regretful, but Lockhart seemed to have lost the ability to communicate, which made both of them sigh in relief.

Hermione had seen Lockhart's chat skills with her own eyes, and luckily Lockhart chose to let them go.

After saying goodbye, Professor Beznet seemed to be in a hurry. Within 2 minutes, Hermione took Saber into the Gryffindor common room.

As for Saber's unusual vigilance.

"I felt malice in that weak man, but he didn't seem like the source."

Saber said truthfully, but before the two could exchange a few words, Saber's appearance in the Gryffindor public break set off a wave of star-chasing frenzy beyond imagination.

My king will always be a god!