Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

"Maybe I should go find that Ron?"

Lockhart, who was not even in the mood for dinner, paced around the office anxiously, with his half-packed luggage beside him. It was not that he had never thought about escaping overnight, but he began to hesitate when he put it into practice.

Once he runs away, he will not go back to the past, let alone continue to be his best-selling author. He will probably have his secrets discovered and his reputation will be ruined.

Lockhart knew better than anyone that his adventure stories were completely stolen. He visited the wizards who had done these things and obtained their adventure stories as an admirer or listener. Then a The very powerful Oblivion Spell causes the story's owner to forget everything.

Add in a few suitable embellishments that highlight his heroic protagonist status, and the result is a fantastic adventure story.

In terms of writing, Lockhart is indeed very good. This is due to the newspaper he founded during his time at Hogwarts. Although the newspaper did not exist for long because it published full-length content bragging about himself, it was also honed to a certain extent. Lockhart's writing ability.

Lockhart is a strange person. He was born in an ordinary Muggle family. But since he discovered that he has more magical abilities than other people of his age, a sense of superiority has arisen. He believes that I will definitely become a big shot, I will be the protagonist of the world.

However, when he happily went to Hogwarts, planning to reach the top within a few weeks and become a much-anticipated genius, he sadly discovered that all Hogwarts were wizards like him. Everyone here has something different.

As for genius?Although he was indeed sorted into Ravenclaw, the smartest college, unfortunately, his ability was not much higher than that of other classmates. With his impetuous personality, he did not choose to study hard to become better than most people. An outstanding student, he chose a path that he thought was very efficient.

Weave a gorgeous coat for yourself, and before taking the first flying lesson with the first-year wizards, they will always tell others that they once rode a broom to chase Muggle planes, rockets and even landed on the moon. .

Lockhart packaged himself in all aspects, guest-starring as a down-and-out prince, and playing the role of a noble son. However, these unsupported showpieces could hardly attract anyone, and they were torn apart soon after.

Never one to be discouraged, he becomes more courageous as he fights, and he will do his best to get even a pretense of praise.

If Lockhart had not chosen this shortcut called the dead end, then he might actually have become a good wizard. He was a talented person, but he completely wasted it.

After leaving Hogwarts, Lockhart, who had just entered the society, was mercilessly beaten by the society. He had never learned anything seriously in school and he was not even able to master a few powerful magics. Fortunately, , he discovered his outstanding talent in the Oblivion Curse. This spell seemed to be tailor-made for him. After constant practice, his spellcasting level in the Oblivion Curse was called a master.

Originally this was just a magic he used to forget his own embarrassment and cheer himself up, but it became his trump card.

He realized that empty stories would not make people believe in his abilities, so he began to steal knowledge. He visited those reclusive wizards, those wizards who had great achievements but were rarely known, and took away their honors. .

But the consequences of excessive use of the Forgetting Curse were also highlighted on him. His magic deteriorated, and other spells that could be used normally became unstable or even lost their effect. In every other respect, he was a complete mess.

But Lockhart didn't care about this, because he had already tasted the good results of stealing other people's glory. His first book "Breaking with the Female Ghost" was a big seller, and he made a lot of money. won his first fans.

The letters from adoring fans made him completely crazy. He loved the feeling of being watched by everyone, and he reached the pinnacle of his own life.

We are also walking further and further on this destined road of no return.

Until today, when he missed the mark, Lockhart didn't even know how to face what was coming next. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that there were only seven hours left before nine o'clock.

Unknowingly, it was already late at night, and he even missed the chance to find Ron, a possible life-saving straw.

Breaking into Gryffindor dormitory in the middle of the night?Lockhart didn't even know the password for the lounge. If it was a Ravenclaw, Lockhart might still be able to count on it. At least the Ravenclaw lounge only needed to answer the question correctly.

Amidst this panic and anxiety, Lockhart spent the most sleepless night in his history. The bloodshot eyes seemed to tell people that he had not slept all night.

But the little wizards at Hogwarts were particularly happy today. Even the professors were chatting with smiles during breakfast. Even though Lockhart had only been at school for a few days, almost all the professors were Tired of Lockhart's annoying "guidance".

Lockhart, who thought he was an extremely good adventurer and an omnipotent all-professional wizard, completely forgot that many of the professors at Hogwarts School actually taught him.

Except for the majestic Professor McGonagall, whom Lockhart did not dare to mess with, even Snape was forced by him to listen to a few words: "I think you can do this when brewing the potion... like this... "And then like this" is a high-level instruction with unclear meaning.

"Do you think Lockhart will come?"

Draco, who was covering his burps, was walking with Harry and Hermione on the grounds outside the castle. The classroom for today's course borrowed the venue of the Care of Magical Creatures course.

"Maybe Lockhart escaped. We didn't seem to see him come to the Great Hall for breakfast."

Harry, who had no hope for this, prepared the worst, "But there are so many people here today. I think all the students who didn't have class in the morning are here. Look, Fred and George are also in front, everyone." Everyone came to see the fun."

"Wouldn't this be too cruel?" Hermione asked softly. Although she had experienced a very bad Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she had a good impression of Lockhart before.

"If Lockhart has the ability, today's test will not be a problem for him at all."

Draco, who sneered at this, glanced at Hermione and said, "Liar doesn't deserve sympathy, not to mention the troll is not a difficult guy to deal with. Even if it's Harry or me, both of us can handle it."

"For example, if a person is blind due to eye disease, the troll will spin in circles like a blind man. If I learn the confusion spell, maybe I can let him knock me out with a stick."

Harry echoed and said that they had seen with their own eyes how Rollo could easily take down the trolls on the underground floor.

"Well, trolls are indeed not a difficult test." Hermione, who was speechless, had to admit this fact. Maybe trolls are dangerous to first and second grade students, but as long as they learn more Spells should not be too easy to deal with.

"Maybe Lockhart has arrived, so we'd better get there quickly."

Several people quickened their pace and hurriedly met other students in the field ahead.

It was not until nearly nine o'clock that a figure hurriedly appeared in the direction of the castle. Lockhart, who had not slept all night, was a little confused. He staggered over and trotted over, wearing the same violet robe from last night.

All eyes were focused on him. Lockhart habitually showed his signature smile, but this business smile obviously did not have the shiny luster of the past few days. Maybe it was because he didn't have it this morning. You have time to brush and polish your teeth and do comprehensive dental care.

"Good morning, Lockhart."

As a referee for today's assessment, Luo Luo naturally arrived on time. He spoke in a businesslike manner, and there was no joke on his face.

"I think you should be ready, right? Since it's almost time now, maybe we can get started?"

Lockhart, whose face turned pale, did not nod or reply immediately. He lowered his voice and said, "Can this test be postponed for a while? I mean... this place is empty and there are no protection measures. In case of injury, If you're looking at other people, that would be bad, right?"

"Don't worry, in order to prevent the students from being affected by your magic or the troll's attacks, I specially invited Professor Flitwick to help take care of them."

"A few days ago, you enthusiastically taught Professor Flitwick how to draw the wand beautifully in critical moments. I think this will allow him to perform even better than before today."

Lockhart smiled awkwardly, probably because of his "guidance". If Flitwick needed to take action today, he would definitely be more powerful than before.

"Now that you're ready, let the troll appear."

"Your stage is ahead."

Rollo pointed to the flat clearing ahead, near the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Just as Lockhart anxiously arrived at the designated location, some chaotic sounds rang out from the woods not far away.

The sound of heavy footsteps got closer, and the sound of heavy objects being dragged got closer. Half a minute later, a giant monster dragging a log stick and exuding a strong stench walked out of the forbidden forest. the edge of.

He is about three meters tall, and his iron-gray skin shows mottled cracks, which are traces of dry and cracked dirt on the surface of his body. Although he has been washed clean inside and out by Rollo, but in In the months after throwing him out, the giant monster once again armored itself with a layer of dirt.

His little potato head seemed a little confused about the current situation. He walked forward in confusion, wandering aimlessly.

Trolls have very poor eyesight, and generally can only see clearly things within a few dozen to 100 meters. But once they see an unlucky prey, they will pursue it relentlessly. Trolls have excellent physical strength, and most of them No animal could beat them in a long chase.

As a strong wind blew from the Forbidden Forest, a disgusting stench instantly made the onlookers retching. The senior wizards quickly waved their wands and put a head soaking spell on themselves. Breathe fresh air.

Professor Flitwick also waved his wand, causing another strong wind to blow up. He couldn't put the Bubble Curse on dozens of little wizards at the same time, but there were many other ways to prevent the stench from coming.

But when they turned their attention to Lockhart, he was bending over and vomiting in a panic without taking any countermeasures. The dual impact of the stench and mental pressure made him retching at this moment, completely unaware of the sudden suddenness of the troll. He stopped and was staring in the direction of Lockhart with his little eyes.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the troll dragged the wooden stick weighing at least one or two hundred kilograms and sprinted towards Lockhart's position. His speed was not fast at first, but after he rushed out dozens of meters, The giant monster's steps are getting bigger and bigger, and it can cover a distance of at least five meters in one step.

In another ten steps, he could rush to Lockhart, give him a hard blow with his big club, and then start enjoying the freshly caught food.

The continuous heavy footsteps seemed to wake up Lockhart. He stopped retching and stood up on his knees, but the next second, he was frightened by the appearance of the troll charging towards him violently.

People's potential is often forced out. At this moment, when Lockhart felt that he had seen the kingdom of heaven, he didn't care about the gorgeous wand-drawing he had performed before, and hurriedly grabbed the wand in his hand and pressed it hard. Waved.

No one could understand his quick and urgent spell, and he shot a beam of sparks at the troll.

"Is it going to be a leg-locking spell?"

A little wizard said nervously, "Trip that guy! I bet the troll won't stand up easily."

"Maybe it's the Eye Spell? My grandma wrote to me and told me that to deal with a troll, shoot him in the eye. When she was young, she used this trick to kill three hungry trolls."

The little wizards were chattering and guessing, but when the sparks of the magic spell hit the troll, everyone shut their mouths.

"What did he just do?"

Seeing that the giant monster didn't even pause for a moment, the little wizards suddenly burst out into noise and suddenly became worried about Lockhart.

"You probably didn't do anything, Merry's beard! Now is not the time to joke!" Some timid wizards had already covered their eyes, they didn't want to see the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The troll was less than 30 meters away in front of Lockhart. In five or six steps, it would be able to swing the club and smash Lockhart away in one fell swoop.

Lockhart, who was completely panicked on the field, had no idea that his magic could not be suppressed at all. Was his wand swapped? ? ?