The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Linde and Dumbledore walked away, chatting and laughing, leaving Lockhart standing there, his expression dull and pale as a plaster cast.

"Professor, what do you think of Mr. Lockhart now?"

"He didn't learn self-knowledge in Hogwarts for seven years, but it only took three months to learn the reality." The old educator sighed, "Sure enough, life is the best teacher."

"Seeing Lockhart's poor state, are you still going to teach him how to communicate with the thought body?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Gellert is becoming more and more dangerous, and someone must stop him."

"But with your current strength, professor, defeating Grindelwald is just a matter of effort?" Linde revealed the truth.

Dumbledore's expression became unnatural.

"In the final analysis, I still have more love. I couldn't bear to take action against my old lover, so I sent a young man to defeat him. He really has the demeanor of the White Demon King, and he can defeat the General Dark Lord with random moves. Although Grindelwald is strong, but even you You can't even see his back. If he sees the gap between you, he will definitely be disheartened. At that time, you can calmly express in front of him that fighting and killing is no longer suitable for people like us. You're an old man, why don't you quit the rivers and lakes with me, retire to Hogwarts, and live a life of two people without shame or shame, right?"

Dumbledore was very helpless, "De Lin, it's a pity that you don't want to be the Minister of Magic with your mouth."

"Professor, you are so high in cursing people now." Linde glanced at the time, "No, it's time for class, goodbye."

"You actually go to class?" The principal pretended to be surprised.

Linde pouted, and left without looking back.

Dumbledore watched the mysterious transfer student go away, and behind him, Lockhart had already rushed up, holding Dumbledore's thigh pitifully, "Professor, please save me. When the time comes, you can use Polyjuice Potion becomes me, and I go to duel with Grindelwald, okay?"

"But don't you have no hair on your body anymore?" The old headmaster smiled helplessly.

Lockhart looked shy, "Actually... there is a part of the hair that hasn't been completely shaved off."

Dumbledore froze for a moment, "It's a beard?"

Lockhart shook his head, and pointed behind himself with his fingers. To be precise, it was the area above the thighs and below the waist, which is generally called the noble buttocks area.

"Isn't that what you said?" The old educator's face was greener than a pickle.

"Yeah." The Minister of Magic nodded shyly.

Dumbledore suddenly pointed behind Lockhart and said, "The Minister of the People's Federation is here."

"Where is it?" The moment Lockhart turned his head, a fist the size of a sandbag flashed out of the corner of his eye, and he vaguely caught a glimpse of a muscular old man with a vigorous beard. It seemed... Dumbledore?

His last consciousness before coma was: wizard, why did you hit someone with your fist?

boom!

Lockhart was knocked unconscious by Dumbledore's punch, and the old educator's fist was smoking. He blew a cold breath, with a very tough expression on his face, and murmured: "The mystery of Winterhold, the mage's fist!" After Sauron's divine power was strengthened, Dumbledore also asked Master Aran for some self-defense methods for spellcasters, which seemed to be very effective.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic who were on guard not far away were stunned for a while after seeing this scene, and then turned their heads silently. They are still young and don't want to die here. The stupid minister's love for death has nothing to do with them.

Dumbledore waved his wand and summoned a house-elf, "Please send Mr Gilderoy Lockhart to an empty staff house."

"Ah, it's Mr. Lockhart! What's wrong with him? Does he need to be sent to the school hospital?" The elf was also an admirer of Lockhart, seeing the idol's eyes glow.

"He's not feeling well. He may have fainted from hypoglycemia. Just take a rest." Dumbledore said kindly and forgivingly, "When Mr. Lockhart wakes up, remember to ask him to come to the principal's office to find me. The password is [ZiZiHoney] sugar]."

"Yes, principal, leave it to Kiki!" The little elf saluted decently, and left with the idol apparating happily.

Lockhart fell into a coma.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the second day.

Lockhart saw elves around the bed, their eyes full of adoring little stars.

"Who am I? Where am I? Who are you?"

"You are the great Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart! You are at Hogwarts, and we are house elves employed by Hogwarts!" "We are also your admirers!" "Yes That's right!"

"Gideroy Lockhart? Who is it?" The man on the bed looked confused.

The elves looked at each other, Kiki screamed, "Mr. Lockhart lost his memory?!"

Early in the morning, Dumbledore received news that Gilderoy Lockhart had entered the school hospital, and he rushed to visit him with a guilty conscience. The members of the Ministry of Magic surrounded by the minister's bed were sweating profusely.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, "Sir, the patient's brain seems to have been hit hard, and it is likely that he suffered short-term amnesia due to a concussion."

"Will he get better?"

"It depends."

The Aurors turned around anxiously, "No, he has to be sent to St. Mungo's Hospital."

Dumbledore vetoed it, "No, Mr. Lockhart can't have an accident. Otherwise, the confidence of the wizards will collapse. Don't spread this matter."

The members of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other in blank dismay, although they felt resentful, but the matter has come to this point, and there is nothing good to do.

Lockhart on the hospital bed was stunned. Dumbledore came over and said with a smile, "Young man, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I want to go. But they're going to keep me here."

"Young man, do you remember your name?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Oh?" Everyone's eyes lit up, "Then do you still remember the past?"

"do not remember."

Dumbledore thought to himself, maybe this is better, he took a deep look at Lockhart, "Then be it, Mr. Lockhart, please follow me."

Lockhart, who lost his memory, followed Dumbledore to visit Hogwarts, and he showed great wonder, "Is this all magic?"

"That's right."

"Can I learn?"

"Of course you are a wizard, Lockhart."

The Hogwarts students who met along the way were very excited when they saw Lockhart. They looked at him with sad and moved eyes, and then they all said in unison: "Come on!"

"What are they talking about? Why should I cheer?" Lockhart was puzzled.

"Young man." Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "Do you know that you have a great mission on your shoulders?"

"mission?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said with deep eyes, "Your mission is to defeat the Dark Lord, and the task of maintaining peace is entrusted to you."

Lockhart's sad face overflowed with an innocent smile, "Really?"

"That's right, I have a set of secret magic books here. After you learn it, you can save the world."

Dumbledore took out an ancient parchment scroll from his arms, with a faintly discernible line of text on it: True Name Curse.