The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

March 29th, another day of chaos at Hogwarts.

Hundreds of Muggle admirers tried to break into the school every day to communicate with Lockhart. Some things are weird, obviously everyone knows what kind of thing Gilderoy Lockhart is-unlearned and incompetent, stealing and cheating, and plagiarizing other people's experiences for profit-but even so, admirers There is an endless stream.

Most people in the world originally worshiped not a certain person, but the fame of that person. So even if he is a heinous guy, as long as he is famous, he will gain fans, and someone will try his best to clear him of his crimes. What kind of villain was Lockhart, he was just a fool.

When the laughter and screams of the students resounded in the corridor, it was known that Lockhart's magic was causing trouble again. Someone played tricks on him in the toilet and blew the urinal open, sending water over his head.

Lockhart tried to clean himself up, but instead he conjured firecrackers, exploding the cesspit, and flying flying shovels everywhere. As for himself, all the clothes on his body were blown up, his headgear was blown off, his whole body was pitch-black like a marinated egg, and there were still dirty things hanging on him. There was nothing more stupid than this.

"Enough is enough!" Some well-meaning students complained, "Stop bullying him."

"He won't be mad. It's no big deal."

Indeed, even if Lockhart was reduced to this point, he just ran out to find a place to cry.

"He's human too, and he'll be upset. You rascals."

When the professor rushed over, he deducted college points from the students who bullied Lockhart, mainly Slytherins, and some Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

After several days of special training, the idiot wizard's ability to cast spells is still hopeless, maybe the magic is rejecting him.

Professor McGonagall skipped the basic theory and directly directed Lockhart to cast [Curse of Real Name]. She knew that this was building a hanging garden, but that was the end of the matter, and there was no other better way.

"Lockhart, you must cast this spell. It is your only hope of defeating the Dark Lord, and your only hope of survival."

Lockhart's expression seemed to be holding back his urine very hard, but it failed as expected.

"Oh, you go back."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." The idiot wizard bowed politely to McGonagall, his eyes sparkling. Lockhart had been in school for seven years, and he was not as polite and sincere as he is now.

Mag watched this silly boy staggering out of the classroom, and suddenly felt very unfair. The death of an evil Lockhart is not a pity, but the death of a good man with amnesia is not in vain.

"Hey, De Lin. Let's have lunch together?" Lockhart liked Lin De very much, because he never bullied himself, and never looked at him with strange eyes, which made Lockhart feel respected.

Linde didn't refuse, Gildero after amnesia is not annoying, on the contrary, he still has a cute temperament.

"Mr. Lockhart, how is your magic?"

"Ah? That, I still don't have a clue. It's important to eat first." Lockhart smiled stupidly. With such a mature adult face, the stupid look on his face made people laugh.

Lockhart devoured his food. When he ate a plate of sausage for the first time, he stood directly on the stool, like Monkey King eating noodles, pulled up the sausage, and gnawed from the bottom up. Everyone in the auditorium was laughing like crazy.

"De Lin, do you know what I was like before? I asked Dumbledore, and he told me not to look into the past. Said to trust the name, but I think 'Gideroy Lockhart' is far from I'm so far away. It's like a stranger, nothing to do with me."

"You used to be a well-known writer." Linde briefly mentioned a few words, "The first time we met was at Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley, you have always been very 'warm' to me and promised to send me An autobiography."

"Haha, what's the matter? If I can survive, I will write a copy and send it to you. But I don't know how to write." He smiled brightly and his eyes were clear.

Linde smiled, "It's okay, you just need to perform to your heart's content. I will finish writing for you."

On March 30th, seeing that the date of the duel was approaching, Lockhart still failed to learn [Curse of True Name], and his ability to cast spells was still in jeopardy.

Faced with this situation, Professor Flitwick suggested that Lockhart be allowed to participate in a few real wizard duels. The so-called sharpening the gun before the battle is not enough, at least learning the rules of the duel will allow him to behave like a wizard when he dies at the hands of Grindelwald. professional.

So under the leadership of several professors, Hogwarts established the Dueling Club, which was intended to train Lockhart specially, but decided to invite students to participate temporarily, and organized it as a group activity.

At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered in the auditorium.

It had been arranged in advance, the long tables were removed, and a gilded stage was placed in the middle, covered with a green flannel cloth.

Hundreds of burning candles floated beneath the dome of the auditorium, brightly lit. The students held their wands one by one, looking excited, and the crowd was crowded and chattering non-stop.

About five minutes after eight o'clock, the professors arrived one after another.

The petite Flitwick, with a flushed face, stepped onto the stage and bowed around, to applause.

"Thank you, thank you everyone. The purpose of holding the Dueling Club this time, I think all the students are aware of it. Our Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart will face the terrifying Dark Lord Grindelwald the day after tomorrow!"

There was a moment of silence in the auditorium, and Grindelwald's name made the group of students dare not speak out.

"But now Mr. Lockhart has a little problem, and his magic has not been able to reach the ideal level, so we plan to let him experience the feeling of a duel, maybe he can perform miracles. In short, before the official start Before that, Professor McGonagall and I will give a demonstration."

Professor McGonagall, who has always been dignified, changed into a neat robe today, with tight cuffs, women's trousers, and a pair of flat shoes on his feet. He looked quite chic and light.

"About dueling, I think Ms. Moon Shadow has already taught you a lot of knowledge. Some of you are eager to try, and you will have the opportunity to show your style later. Now Professor McGonagall and I will demonstrate the process of a formal wizard duel."

Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were about six or seven paces away, bowing to each other with a show of complete respect.

"Next, we'll count to three. Then we'll start casting spells on each other."

The students were discussing in whispers whether the duel had been won or lost.

"One-two-three!" The two people on the stage raised their wands at the same time.

"[Expelliarmus]!" The short voice belonged to Professor Flitwick, and a red light shot from the end of his wand, and he rushed towards the silent Professor McGonagall.

And just when everyone thought that Professor McGonagall was about to lose because she spoke too slowly, the stage cloth in front of her suddenly rose like a wave. Flitwick's spell landed on the raised stage cloth, blasting it into a tumbling burst before disappearing into thin air.

Professor McGonagall's courage is like a goddess lifting a huge wave from the sea. She flicked her magic wand down, and the waves of the stage cloth quickly moved along the plane.

"[There are many obstacles]!" Professor Flitwick reacted quickly, and the steps erected on the ground blocked the moving tablecloth.

They came and fought against each other, and the confrontation between spells and transfiguration was dazzling, and the students burst into exclamations from time to time in the audience. The professors were also fascinated, nodding their heads in approval from time to time.

In the end, Professor Flitwick was slightly better, and his spell grabbed the wand before Professor McGonagall could cast it.

There was warm applause in the auditorium.

Next, it was Lockhart's turn to play.

"Come on, Mr. Lockhart!" The applause was ten times louder than before. The students danced and laughed and whistled. The crowd raised support cards and posters one after another, and used magic to conjure flying ribbons.

This man stood on the stage with a nervous expression. His opponent was Snape with an impatient face. Lockhart bowed step by step, shouted one, two, three, and then he was defeated by a [disarming you], he Knocked off the stage by a powerful spell, he slid across the floor and got under the skirt of a Hufflepuff schoolgirl before stopping.

The students whispered, some laughed, some sighed.

"It's unbelievably stupid."

"He's definitely dead."

Professor Flitwick's expression remained unchanged, "Okay, let's divide into groups and try to have a duel." He encouraged Lockhart to fight more with the students, and the little wizards also began to choose their opponents.

Ah, I went hiking today. I'm so tired. I haven't exercised for a long time. Everyone should also pay attention to exercise.