The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 193 Traveling with Gilderoy Lockhart

Less than a week into school, Anthony had heard from at least five different people about the drama in Lockhart's classroom. He asked the second-year students to deal with the Cornish elves, and at least a dozen livid elves flew chirping down the corridor and burst into other classes at the exclamation of the portrait.

The student of the History of Magic was already drowsy, scribbling incomprehensible notes on the parchment. The window suddenly shattered, and the person sitting by the window jumped up in shock.

The elf rushed in along with the fresh air. They jumped up and down to grab the quills, flew around the wall, passed through Professor Binns' right chest, and flew out of his forehead.

Professor Binns seemed a little confused, but he quickly dealt with the moment of consternation with the indifference of a ghost, and continued to talk about the goblin rebellion in a monotonous tone - goblins and wizards fighting for the wand - completely ignoring the students and the children. Elves fight over the inkwell.

By the end of the class, everyone was almost unbearable. Professor Binns announced the end of get out of class slowly, and pouted his wrinkled lips angrily, saying: I hope you can respect the historical facts... Today's classroom discipline is really the worst in so many years...

Anthony heard several students discussing the incident in the hallway.

His vision was probably so blurred that he couldn't see the gadgets, one of them said. We loudly told him that the elf had flown into the classroom, but he said we were talking about goblins, not elves, and told us not to Squirm in your seat or he'll lose points - if he can remember what house we are.

Professors also discuss Lockhart's teachings in the faculty lounge. The photo of Lockhart in the lounge was turned upside down. Professor Sprout added more sage to the herbal tea. Professor Bubbaji took a sip and put it down.

The first-year student said that he asked the students to find their favorite passages in the book, copy them and give them to him. Professor Sprout said with a straight face, The one with the best and most serious handwriting can get his signature. .

The third-grade after-school paper summarizes the ingenious tricks Gilderoy used in his adventures. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, as if she felt a little funny.

Anthony nodded understandingly. When he came out of the library before, he heard someone discussing whether Lockhart bit the female ghost to death with his good teeth.

Professor Flitwick was uncharacteristically silent. He didn't seem to want to admit that this was once a student of his college.

…

Anthony woke up early on Saturday morning.

He lay on the bed, looking at the faint morning light coming through the gaps in the curtains. After a while, he finally realized what had happened. The cat didn't know that he and Dumbledore had canceled today's Wraith Chicken experiment, and was sitting on his pillow, looking down at him seriously.

Anthony covered his eyes with his hands and pushed the cat away complainingly: No, we are not going home today...

He turned over, realizing for the first time how loud the birds were chirping. After a few more minutes, he completely lost sleep and had to sit up and change clothes.

Bad cat, he muttered. The cat raised its tail and rubbed at his feet, asking him to help pour some white wine.

The air is crisp and clean, with a hint of autumn. The mountains and forests in the distance have just begun to change color, with orange-red and golden dyeing on the dark green tips. Anthony rubbed his forehead - he hadn't slept well last night - and went to the auditorium for breakfast.

Most of the students had not gotten up yet, and the long tables of the four houses were empty, so the red hair next to Gryffindor stood out. The Weasley twins had messy hair and stared blankly at the bacon in front of them. Fred was dazedly squeezing more ketchup onto his plate than he had scrambled eggs, and George was bringing it to his nose.

Just when he was about to go over and ask what was going on, Lockhart walked briskly into the auditorium, his wavy blond hair shining and his lavender satin robe flowing elegantly.

Henry! Lockhart shouted happily (Fred and George were shocked and looked up at them in unison), Henry, why don't you come to visit me? Are you blaming me? , Huh? Are you thinking in your heart, why Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin 3rd Class, Honorary Member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, is unwilling to spend time with you even though he lives next door to your office? Let’s chat? Then you have a big misunderstanding of me, Henry!”

Anthony quickly found a place to sit down so that he would not be so close to him.

Of course not, Professor Lockhart—

Tsk, tsk, call me Gilderoy, please. Lockhart said with a beaming smile. I'm just too busy - don't get me wrong, Henry, I'm not complaining. I'm willing to spend my time on everyone. Admirers wrote back…”

Anthony let Lockhart ramble on, ate two pieces of toast as quickly as he could since entering Hogwarts, stood up and said goodbye. To his surprise, Lockhart actually ate the omelette and sausage in between words.

What are your plans for today, Henry? Lockhart asked affectionately, looking at Anthony with his bright blue eyes, as if he was about to invite Anthony to see the statue given to him by the Muggle he had rescued.

I...oh, I'm going to find Hagrid. Anthony said.

Lockhart's face lit up: Yeah, that sounds good! We can go together - you can't complain about me snubbing you this time, Henry. But I don't think I've had a good chat with Hagrid yet. .

Not now, Anthony said quickly. I'm going to, uh, go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. I ordered a few books there.

Oh, then I'm afraid I can't be with you. Lockhart said loudly, If I appear in the bookstore, I'm afraid it will cause a sensation. After all, unlike you in Hogwarts, others are not You get to see a real Gilderoy Lockhart every day!

Fred said to George, I really envy other people! His voice was so loud that Anthony thought he heard an echo off the walls of the auditorium.

Lockhart glanced at them. There were several students eating at the long table (one was drinking pumpkin juice while reading Vacation with a Dominatrix). When they heard Fred's words, they all turned and glared at him.

Angelina yawned over and plopped down in the seat opposite the Weasley twins, loading her plate with smoked fish and pumpkin pie. It took her a moment to realize that people were looking at Fred and George.

What did you do? she asked tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

We say we envy other people, George repeated.

I envy them too, Angelina said, stifling a yawn and starting to stuff food into her mouth. I envy everyone who doesn't have a crazy captain.

…

Daniel couldn't wait to get Anthony to get rid of the monster books (They fought all day long and bit the porter's feet), but Anthony just wanted to spend more time at Flourish and Blotts.

It wasn't until the bookstore gradually became busy that Anthony paid the money and, with the help of the cheerful porters, took the books back to school.

White smoke was rising from the chimney of Hagrid's hut, and the pumpkin behind the house was bigger than the last time he saw it. Anthony knocked on the door and couldn't help but smile when he heard Yaya's excited cry.

Who is it? Hagrid asked gruffly from inside the room, walking over and opening the door, Ah, Henry.

Anthony floated the iron cage: I brought you some books...oh.

His words were stuck midway. Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting in his chair, looking very energetic. There wasn't even a cup of tea on the table.

What a coincidence you're here, Henry! Lockhart said happily. I was telling Hagrid about the she-ghost. He hasn't read it yet - I thought you must have brought my book with you. Right? Let me see which one it is?

The Monster Book of Monsters was tied tightly with ropes, shaking in the cage and clanging against the iron bars. Lockhart looked at their beautiful green covers and golden titles and paused in astonishment.

You got it, Henry! Hagrid said gratefully. After moving the cage into the hut, he hurriedly opened the cage door, grabbed a book, took it out, and untied the rope.

The book immediately stood upright and crawled across the clean desk, leaning on its hardcover cover.

Hagrid said happily: Haha, it's still so interesting!

The monster book gnawed without hesitation as it collided with Lockhart's pointed wizard hat. Hagrid quickly slapped the book, trying to get it to loosen the expensive-looking, lavender hat with silver edges and dark flowers.

It doesn't matter, Hagrid. Lockhart said magnanimously, and confidently pulled out his wand, I am very good at dealing with this kind of dark magic book. (This is not a dark magic book. Hagrid said uneasily.) Take a look. ——Onclaspoon, onconni! (Note 1)

The book of monsters was jabbed sharply by his wand, biting Lockhart's hat tighter.

Hagrid picked up the book with his big hands - it struggled a few times but didn't break free - turned it over and looked at it for a while, then stretched out his fingers and stroked hard along the spine of the book.

The book trembled, opened with a clatter, and spread quietly in his hands. Hagrid handed the wrinkled and tattered wizard hat to Lockhart, looking a little embarrassed.

Gee, that's what I was about to do! Lockhart laughed. To be honest, it's almost too obvious. Of course, you wouldn't be able to open it so easily without that spell... I've had it happen to me. There are several other black magic books, they are much more dangerous than this one...

Hagrid opened his mouth and was about to declare that this was not a book on dark magic, but suddenly stopped and looked out the window. Anthony knew the reason, because he felt as if he also heard a faint scream. But Lockhart was still talking about the black suede book that had cursed so many people.

Sorry, I'll go out and take a look. Anthony said. Hagrid seized the opportunity, politely asked Lockhart to leave, and followed him, bringing his own crossbow.

Is it in the Forbidden Forest? Anthony asked Hagrid.

Hagrid scratched his head, not sure. At this time, another scream came, and the direction was very clear.

Over there! Hagrid said, striding over. Anthony trotted next to him.

At this time Lockhart also caught up. He asks them, almost excitedly, what happened, telling them that he's particularly good at saving the day - the time I was cornered in a phone booth by a werewolf, etc., etc.

The closer they got to the Quidditch pitch, the clearer the sound became. Anthony heard someone yelling beat him, someone shouting no, chanting curses such as stand still and stop, and other ping-pong-pong sounds. Chaos.

The three of them quickened their pace, and Hagrid was at the forefront. He ran over and shouted like thunder: What are you doing? Stop!

He picked up the fighting students one by one and put them aside. Anthony couldn't help but sigh when he saw the red and green Quidditch robes.

Then he saw many familiar faces: Fred, George, Angelina, Flint, Harry, Ron, Neville... and the last one was Draco Malfoy. As soon as he was lifted up by Hagrid's arm, he shook off his hand, and the tall Slytherin players immediately blocked him.

Hermione stood to the side, wand raised, looking not entirely sure what was going on, with a mixture of confusion, anger and concern in her expression. There was also a little boy with gray hair. When he saw Anthony walking over quickly, he happily raised his camera and clicked the shutter.

Who can tell me what happened? Anthony asked, facing the Gryffindor students he was more familiar with.

Even though he was out of sight, Ron still stared dissatisfied in Malfoy's direction, breathing heavily. Neville was beside him, breathing heavily, his round face glowing red. One of the Weasley twins had a bloodstain hanging under his nose. Angelina stood next to him, frowning at him, but he was high-fiving his twin brother.

Anthony turned back to the Slytherin Quidditch team. Before he could speak, he suddenly heard a loud vomiting sound. Anthony frowned. After a while, several shiny slugs slowly crawled out from Flint's feet.

Anthony and Hagrid separated the stern-faced Slytherins - Hagrid brushed them aside easily - and saw Malfoy kneeling on the ground, pinching his neck, his face flushed. He held it in for a long time and couldn't help but vomit out a few more slugs.

The Gryffindors laughed heartily.

You hit him, Ron! shouted Fred or George, beaming. Well done! You hit him!

The little gray-haired boy was very interested and wanted to go around the Slytherins and take a picture of the slugs. Just then, Lockhart, who was out of breath from running, arrived.

What's wrong - oh. He saw Malfoy on the ground, Stand back... I know exactly how to handle this situation.

He walked over quickly, his lavender robe drawing graceful curves. Malfoy looked up at him, a look of horror in his tear-filled gray eyes.

Note 1: Unclaspum Uncannyi can be roughly understood as loosen, weird thing. When Lockhart was teaching second graders to expel elves, the spell was Peskipiksi Pesternomi, which roughly translates to Annoying elves, don't bother me.