Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 94 93: Destined choice, crazy teaching!

Forbidden forest.

Just after Ian and Aurora were taken away by the house-elf Rabbi.

But within a few minutes, there was a steady and powerful sound of horse hooves, and a sturdy centaur leader led seven or eight centaurs to the scene of the crime, where no one was.

There was still a faint scent of magic and blood in the air.

All the centaurs are on combat readiness.

It was obvious that the house-elf Rabbi's words about leaving quickly were not meant to scare the little wizard. Almost all the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest regarded the Forbidden Forest as their territory.

These guys have the appearance of half-human, half-horse, with the upper body being human and the lower body being in the form of a horse. They are classified as XXXX-level magical creatures by the Ministry of Magic.

With strong physique and agility, excellent magic resistance and magic, plus a tribal lifestyle, few wizards can deal with such a group alone.

"The noise just now came from here. There was a fierce battle between a human wizard and some kind of creature." One of the centaurs walked out from the group and went forward to check.

Although they possess intelligence that is no different from that of humans, the centaurs still consider themselves to be "beasts" because they do not want to share their human identity with creatures such as hags and vampires.

"I saw evil dark magic... Fiendfyre... and a shining light."

The centaur who stepped out of the line half-crouched down at the place where the Winged Demon died tragically, and examined the pile of ashes after the Winged Demon was cut into eight pieces and then killed by Aurora's Fiery Flame.

Special species like them always have some abilities that human wizards don't understand.

For example, the Centaurs have a strong talent for divination and often make vague predictions about the future. They use a different method from humans to predict the future by observing the stars and interpreting natural phenomena.

"Human wizards are always so abominable! They trespass into our territory without permission! They also use evil black magic to slaughter creatures in the forbidden forest! We should declare war on the humans in that castle!"

There were some indignant radicals shouting in the ranks, trying to destroy the entire tribe. Fortunately, the leader of this tribe was not the kind of brainless guy who would act on impulse.

"Oba, we had an agreement with the ancestors of that group of humans." The centaur leader looked back at the young tribesman, and the indignant centaur immediately lowered his head.

"I don't think it's a good thing to have a conflict with human wizards, especially at such a sensitive time." After checking the ashes, the centaur walked back to his people.

The mud created by the [Bone Crushers and Ash Boxes] did not attract the attention of the horsemen. Its hooves left shallow but clear footprints on it.

"As long as the old man in the castle dies, the power of human wizards will be far less powerful than before." The young centaur called Oba was obviously a very radical person. His face showed a desire for war and a strong desire to possess the Forbidden Forest.

"How many of us are there? Give up your wishful thinking... this will help you live longer." The leader of the tribe frowned and warned the young centaur Oba.

"I see."

The centaur Oba did not dare to refute the leader's teachings.

Probably in order to prevent his people from continuing to harbor inappropriate thoughts, the leader of the tribe looked up at the sky and issued unquestionable orders to his people in a stern voice.

"We must be careful and keep a low profile! Think about it, the old celestial phenomena have been completely crushed into dust. What kind of changes can overwhelm the impending disaster?"

The voice of the centaur leader was full of complexity and mystery.

"It's just a legend! Maybe our ancestors are trying to scare us!" The centaur Oba seemed to realize what the chief was going to say, but his obedience to the chief could not overcome his inner unwillingness to believe.

"Why would our ancestors deceive us? Stop talking nonsense, you bastard!" The other centaurs glared at the young member of the tribe.

"Whether you are willing to believe in our ancestors or not, we can all see that the seven stars in our ancestors' prophecy have lit up. This is a change that has never happened before. No one should want our race to disappear in history or suffer the same fate as those elves." The centaur leader's very low voice made all the centaurs feel alert!

They all looked up at the night sky at the same time, where the stars were like pearls inlaid in the deep blue sky, twinkling with a distant and ancient light.

In this vast sea of ​​stars, seven particularly bright stars are slowly rising.

The stars were arranged in an indescribable pattern, as if the manifestation of some ancient prophecy - this was a star sign that only the centaurs could interpret from their ancient memories.

"Seven angels will blow the trumpet for their Lord, and suffering and estrangement will melt away in the light of hope... It is the support of the masses and it is unstoppable."

The starry sky is reflected in the pupils of the centaurs who look up at the sky. Perhaps they are the only ones who can see that, surrounded by seven stars, there are faint shining colors that appear and disappear.

Regardless of whether their predictive abilities are excellent.

This obviously does not affect every centaur's recall of certain information that is integrated into their blood. The centaurs' prophecies are sometimes far more special than those of human wizards.

"Now, Oba, observe the current stars carefully and then answer me..." The centaur leader retracted his gaze and turned to look at his young tribesmen.

"There are human wizards who want to try to become gods! Regardless of whether they succeed or not, they even dare to touch the taboo of becoming gods. Do you want to compete with such a group in madness?"

In the quiet jungle.

Ancient oak trees and evergreen shrubs swayed gently in the night breeze as shadows.

The centaur leader's words received no response.

Different from the description of unruly people in the rumors, there was no bravery in these centaurs at this moment. Instead, there was only timidity and worry that could not be concealed even by silence.

"I just hope that the so-called angel revealed by fate will not be born in this Hogwarts. In this way, we may be able to have undisturbed peace in the face of future changes."

……

After sending Aurora back to the Slytherin common room, Ian silently memorized the password to the door of the Slytherin common room. This seemingly useless knowledge might be needed no one knew.

"See you tomorrow... Don't even think about eating elves. Who will cook for us if we eat elves? We can't eat any friendly creatures, including those fat round-faced chickens in Hogwarts."

I don't know if Aurora listened to my repeated warnings.

On the way back, Ian scooped up his bulging robe and found three eggs that Aurora had stuffed into his pocket, each with a turquoise pattern on the shell.

In the corridor at night.

These round eggs, which are not much bigger than chicken eggs, emit a faint green fluorescence, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, as if breathing, and seem to be full of a sense of life ready to burst forth.

Perhaps these eggs were midnight snacks stolen by the Winged Demon from other places, or perhaps they were the offspring of the Winged Demon itself. Ian felt that the latter possibility was slightly greater.

After all, even if the Winged Demon lost its master and became free, it should not attack Aurora so madly, unless it had never come into contact with Aurora with its master.

"It's most likely that they are protecting their own eggs, but they are glowing, so I'm afraid they are radioactive." Ian put the egg that was suspected to be from the Winged Demon to his nose and smelled it.

There is a very, very special taste. Based on his many years of eating experience, Ian bets that this taste will most likely go very well with tomatoes and a little minced garlic.

"And a little chopped green onion..."

Ian swallowed, probably influenced by Aurora.

If he hadn't known how expensive the eggs of magical beasts were, he might have wanted to go to the kitchen again. It can only be said that Ian's lack of money prevented him from conceiving the "Fantastic Beasts in the Pot" series of books. After returning to his dormitory without any trouble, Ian was still playing with the three special eggs in his hands.

Wouldn’t it be more valuable if it was hatched and sold?
Or maybe you can raise them yourself and let them have endless offspring?
"These are contraband items restricted by the Ministry of Magic. I'm afraid they can only be sold secretly in Knockturn Alley. Perhaps I can take them to Twilight Zone to raise them tomorrow night."

"According to the passage of time in the hazy fantasy...hiss, maybe I really have a chance to become a master of magical animal breeding." Ian found a place for the three curled-winged demon eggs.

He carefully placed the egg in his suitcase and cast some small magic to conceal it. Only then did he feel at ease and began to wash up amidst the snoring of his roommate.

Before going to bed, Ian discovered that Snape and Dumbledore were still not far away from each other. Perhaps the two of them really had a close personal relationship and had already started playing hide-and-seek in the castle outside the office.

"Middle-aged and elderly people are in better spirits than I am."

He yawned sleepily.

After a quick wash, Ian soon fell asleep. Having already learned how to control dreams, he had the advantage of being able to freely decide his adventures in his dreams compared to other little wizards.

"Damn it! We are here to save the princess! Why did you put the princess in the pot too!!"

Early morning at Hogwarts.

When the first ray of sunlight shyly penetrated the ancient castle, the whole world seemed to awaken in this soft and mysterious light. The sky gradually changed from deep blue to elegant pink and purple, and then to gorgeous golden yellow, as if nature's palette had inadvertently poured out to re-dye the world with colorful colors.

"Good morning."

"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts class today!"

"The new teacher is the famous Lockhart! My mom and dad are divorced because of him!" Students began to walk out of the dormitory one after another.

The laughter, conversations, playfulness, and even kissing sounds of the little wizards were intertwined. Some of them might still be rubbing their sleepy eyes, but others were already full of energy, ready to face the new day of learning and challenges. This is the innate difference between poor students and top students.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Ian was probably one of the last people to go to bed last night. However, due to the psychological trauma that Aurora had left on him last night, his dreams, which he could clearly control freely, had unpredictable deviations.

This caused Ian to wake up very early, but it was not a bad thing. After all, in Ian's dormitory, the person who woke up earliest enjoyed the pleasure of two slaps.

When Ian woke up his roommate and walked out of the lounge, he saw people outside enjoying similar fun. He saw a girl slapping a boy in the face.

The question of "Why don't you brush your teeth?" is roaring in my ears.

Ian covered his ears.

he knows.

A new day full of vigor and vitality arrived at Hogwarts. Breakfast was still the same nutritious combination, but Ian chose two vegetarian sandwiches with a slightly poor appetite.

As Halloween was approaching, many little wizards were talking during breakfast. Ian looked thoughtfully at the candles above his head that seemed to never go out.

"What are you thinking?"

William came over curiously, chewing bacon.

"I was thinking maybe you should practice leading the horse more and stop losing my horse." The dream experience Ian chose for himself last night was really not a very good one.

"Maybe you should choose a flying broom. I think I'm suitable for flying broom." As Ian's roommate, William already knew that Ian would have some fantastic dreams every night.

"What about me? What did you arrange for me to do last night?" Michael also came up at this time. They were all in their early teens, and no one wanted to see only two figures in the friendship of three people.

Ian looked at him.

Put down the vegetarian sandwich in your hand.

"I don't know, Michael, maybe you should ask William, it was him who lost you, not me."

With a heavy sigh.

Michael, the clever little Ravenclaw wizard, showed a black question mark on his face. Amid a flurry of self-recommendations of "I am suitable to be the Great Demon King", three people walked out of the auditorium with the textbook "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide".

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the second floor.

As the most special and strange class in the Hogwarts OWLs exam, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is actually slightly different from other courses in teaching methods.

It belongs to the model where each college will have separate classes.

"no one?"

“We’re the first!”

The three of them ate quickly, so they were the first to arrive at the classroom.

When Ian and his two roommates pushed open the door and walked in, they found that the classroom, which originally had many tables and chairs, had become empty, and no one knew where all the tables, chairs and benches had been moved to.

"I bet it was Lockhart who sold the school's property." Michael swore, "My mother said he was not a good man. Handsome men are not good people."

Ian glared.

"Except you, of course, Ian. I know my mother makes mistakes sometimes." Michael immediately backed down. He certainly wasn't afraid of Ian's eyes, he just wanted that glimmer of hope. "Can you let me hold William's hand tonight? I promise I won't lose William."

Hearing this, William, who was reviewing his textbook, suddenly looked up and immediately pounced on Michael with his fangs bared, "Damn it! I'm Ian's favorite groom!"

The two of them started playing and fighting in the empty classroom.

"You two are so childish."

Ian made a comment without knowing what was going on. He looked around and wondered why Gilderoy Lockhart hadn't brought a bunch of his own works.

According to Gilderoy Lockhart's character, none of his self-proclaimed novels were on the back-to-school list. Even if he gave each student one copy for free, he should have prepared a large number of autobiographies.

"Perhaps the other students were helping him move the books. Given how shameless this guy is, it's not impossible for him to openly sell his own books in class."

Just as Ian was guessing.

Many young Ravenclaw wizards came to the classroom one after another. Qiu Zhang was one of the first to arrive. As soon as she entered the room, she went straight to Ian.

"Give."

Qiu Zhang took out a purse and said, "Thirteen gold galleons each. I sold five of them for you. It seems your maps are more popular than I thought."

This was somewhat beyond Ian's expectations.

"These little wizards are really rich. They're willing to pay the full amount right away without even seeing the goods." Ian took the purse and opened it. It was full of shiny gold Galleons.

He might be able to send a gift to each of his friends in the orphanage before Halloween. Of course, if the Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards to mail wizards' things to Muggles, he might have to ask his uncle to help him exchange them into pounds. Winter is coming, and his childhood friends should all need a thick quilt and a new cotton coat.

Ian wanted to make money.

there are many reasons.

"Because the people who buy maps are all my friends, the ones I've known since childhood." Qiu Zhang watched Ian take out a few maps and handed them to him furtively as if he was doing some street deal.

"Thank you, my friend... I have made some technical improvements to these maps, which can be considered optimizations. You can tell they are upgraded plus versions!"

Ian took out his small purse and was about to count the silver to return to Qiu Zhang.

Sometimes he really thinks the currency in the wizarding world is nonsense. 1 Galleon is equal to 17 Sickles, and 1 Sickle is equal to 29 Knuts. God knows what mathematical genius invented this conversion method.

Isn’t the decimal system nice?
Could it be that the creature that first ruled the wizarding world had seventeen fingers and twenty-nine toes?
"Need not."

Qiu Zhang shook his head to refuse. "Consider it as tuition for my future classes. I gained a lot from last night's class. I can feel that you are much better than us."

Her tone was full of emotion and her expression was a little stunned, because she found that Ian put the two purses back into his robe just after she finished speaking.

Extremely fast.

It makes people feel dizzy.

"You don't know how hard I'm studying when you can't see me!" Ian was ready to create an image of himself as serious and hardworking in front of his classmates.

However, Gilderoy Lockhart arrived at an inopportune time.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

Gilderoy Lockhart's voice was loud. This wizard, who seemed pretentious and extremely narcissistic to Ian, was indeed intimidating when he walked into the classroom holding an exquisite cane.

Elegant and calm, confident and composed, the overall image is quite extraordinary. As soon as they met, many little witches screamed, which Ian had only seen from those star-chasers.

"Lockhart! It's really him!"

"Oh my god! My mom loves him so much!"

"I heard that he has saved many people! He is a hero second only to Harry Potter! Thank you Merlin! Thank you to the deceased Professor So-and-so!"

……

Not just little witches.

Some young wizards also looked excited and adoring. After all, Gilderoy Lockhart was a well-known adventure writer in the wizarding world. In the wizarding world with little entertainment, he was a top star.

"Very good, everyone seems very enthusiastic, this is exactly the scene I hope to see." Gilderoy Lockhart smiled brightly and his inner emotions were not concealed at all.

of course.

It could also be that he didn't have the ability to hide it. Anyway, Ian could sense clearly that this person was full of confidence, showing off, and looking forward to the "performance" that was about to be performed.

"Lockhart will certainly enjoy promoting himself in front of the young wizards and perform his best plays, using other people's experiences and glory to decorate himself."

Ian was not surprised by Gilderoy Lockhart's current state of mind. After all, such emotional fluctuations really fit his understanding of Gilderoy Lockhart himself. Even if you only look at the surface, this guy's words and deeds seem to be silently saying - look, I am the great wizard you have been waiting for for a long time.

Such sensuality undoubtedly deepened his image in Ian as a dramatic and exaggerated person.

"To be honest, before I received Dumbledore's invitation, I never thought that one day I would become a professor in the college." Lockhart walked to the podium, stopped, and gently leaned his cane on the edge of the podium with an extremely elegant posture, then looked around the classroom with a charming smile.

"This is obviously an opportunity for me... an opportunity to change to a new job and feel some fresh energy." Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes darted around under his carefully groomed hair, as if he was assessing his audience and making sure that everyone's eyes were on him.

"I have to say that your headmaster has great vision. Believe me, no one is more suitable for this position than me... I really know a lot about the dark arts. Yes, I think Dumbledore can prove it for me." Gilderoy Lockhart's smiling face showed an attitude of "no one knows the dark arts better than me."

Ian didn't react yet.

Michael, who was standing next to him, curled his lips and muttered something pretentiously. It can be seen that Brother Black is not as impressed by Gilderoy Lockhart as William is.

"Professor, there are no tables and benches. Do we have to stand with our books in hand to attend class today?" A little wizard raised his hand and asked Gilderoy Lockhart, who was bragging.

"Close your book and put it aside. We don't need that kind of thing. I specially asked people to move all the tables and chairs away to tell you that my class is a practical class."

"Not only will you not need that ridiculous self-defense manual today, you won't need to bring it to any of your classes from now on... I might write you a new one if I have time."

"Of course, when I write depends on my mood."

Gilderoy Lockhart might be paving the way for selling his own books, but who knows, he has already shown his disdain for Hogwarts textbooks.

Ian raised his hand.

“How do we put this into practice?”

He was a little worried that Gilderoy Lockhart would want to let the first-year wizards start dueling in the classroom, and set up the Dueling Club in advance, which might only last for one year in the original book.

"I remember you, kid, Ian Prince, right? I hope my recommendation last night helped you solve the problem." Gilderoy Lockhart called out Ian's name directly.

Perhaps he had stayed up late last night to recite the names of every little wizard. Seeing Ian nodded in thanks, the smile on his face became even brighter and brighter.

"Practice naturally requires confrontation... Theory is always the easiest thing in this course. You can study it on your own after class. There is no need to take up our precious time together."

as predicted.

Ian had a bad feeling.

Gilderoy Lockhart continued to explain his philosophy, "In fact, whether it is Potions, Spells, Transfiguration, Astronomy or Herbology, these courses are actually prerequisites for our course. You only need to take them well, and you will naturally have the most basic qualifications to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Yes, there is no specific thing for defense against the dark arts. Use all the means you can to fight against danger. Even using dark magic to fight dark magic is not a problem." Gilderoy Lockhart's words caused an exclamation, and some young wizards even showed terrified expressions.

For a child of this age, Gilderoy Lockhart's words are indeed a bit scary.

That's black magic!

There are professors who actually tell them that they can use dark magic when fighting against it? It is really difficult for young wizards who have been exposed to dark magic since childhood to accept such a concept.

If the person on the podium was not so famous, perhaps someone would have stood up to refute it. Of course, compared to the psychological rejection of these little wizards, Ian was just a little surprised. He didn't like Lockhart, but he had to admit that what Gilderoy Lockhart said was indeed correct.

Defense against the Dark Arts, if you die, it is certainly not considered a successful defense. But if you can defeat someone else's dark magic with dark magic, how can it not be considered a successful defense against the dark arts?

"Digest it slowly, understand it slowly. When you have as much experience as I do in the future, I think you will naturally agree with what I am telling you today."

Gilderoy Lockhart boasted proudly. His walking stick seemed to be carved from the finest wood, and the handle was inlaid with gleaming gems, which was very dazzling.

"Professor, can you show us some black magic?" After the brave little wizard came to his senses, he raised his hand with curiosity in his eyes.

However, his inquiry was responded to by Gilderoy Lockhart shaking his head.

"For a child of your age, it is a little too early to be exposed to the dark arts. I don't think your principal will allow me to teach you the dark arts."

Obviously, he just said that he wanted to see it, but when it came to Gilderoy Lockhart, the concept was changed. He looked calm, as if he was used to similar operations.

Very reasonable reason.

Being able to prevent others from asking him to cast magic... Ian finally gave up on his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Maybe Gilderoy Lockhart was just planning to brag to them about the whole class?
"Professor, you just said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a practical class, so will you use the leprechaun for us to practice? And please forgive me for accidentally seeing that creature in your office when I passed by it yesterday." No wonder William was reviewing relevant knowledge along the way. He really used the "cheating" method like in the Herbology class.

In other words, the first-year wizard couldn't hold back his thoughts. When he saw that the classroom was empty and Gilderoy Lockhart didn't bring anything, he panicked. After all, William's mentality was greatly affected by his several failed attempts to "cheat" in the Herbology class.

"Ok?"

Gilderoy Lockhart looked at William and said, "You don't need to apologize. After all, what you saw was just the legacy of the previous professor. I would not plagiarize other people's preparations as my own teaching content."

talking.

Gilderoy Lockhart looked around again, and his gaze finally stopped on Ian, making Ian, who felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, feel a little confused.

"Ah? Professor, are you planning to use me to teach?"

His eyes widened.

"Hahaha, of course not." Gilderoy Lockhart was amused. "I'm just a little disappointed that you, who are always mentioned by Dumbledore, didn't even notice some of the little tricks I set up. Child, you have to remember that it is very important for wizards to stay vigilant at all times."

"Don't think that there are no potential threats because this is Hogwarts... Danger is everywhere. This is the profound truth I want to tell you in this first class!"

The words fell.

Gilderoy Lockhart tapped the podium lightly with his cane, and immediately, the wooden podium turned into flowing water, boiling and falling off into a dark brown liquid on the ground.

What was wrapped inside was revealed - it was a huge cage.

"No!"

"We're going to die!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

……

Fear and horror filled the entire classroom in an instant. The temperature in the air dropped sharply with the appearance of the huge cage, and even the air exhaled by many people felt like frost. An indescribable sense of heaviness permeated the classroom, as if an invisible pressure was pressing on everyone's heart.

Dark and cold.

It makes it difficult to breathe.

Fear is like an invisible chain that tightly binds the hearts and spirits of all little wizards.

"No way! Why is it this ghost thing!"

William turned around and was about to run away with Ian and Michael.

But I found that the door of the classroom had been closed at some point.

It's not just him.

Little black brother Michael's face was so frightened that his bloodline was impure. Many classmates fell to the ground and kept crawling backwards. Even Ian showed an expression of disbelief on his face.

no way.

Ian had never expected to see such a creature in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class—a tall monster wearing a cloak, with its face completely covered by a turban, curled up in a cage, its hands exposed, looking horribly dry and gray, as if it was a corpse that had been dead for who knows how many years.

"Dementors!"

Ian's eyes widened.

He couldn't believe that Gilderoy Lockhart was so bold! He really didn't know his own weight? He wanted to turn the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom into Azkaban in a second!

I looked around at the classmates.

Except for the horror.

The little wizards who felt the cold were shivering, and many of them even began to roll their eyes. Facing the Dementors, these little wizards had no ability to resist at all.

The light is being sucked away.

Not to mention the happiness and warmth of the little wizards - Ian just thought this scene was outrageous and absurd! How could Gilderoy Lockhart find a Dementor to sneak into the school?
Where's Dumbledore!
How could he not even notice this?! He suddenly pulled out his Marauder's Map. As expected, Ian did not see Dumbledore's icon on the Marauder's Map!

Snape's icon isn't there either!
"This is illegal!" Ian didn't think Dumbledore would agree with Gilderoy Lockhart teaching in this way. He was very confused by Gilderoy Lockhart's smuggling methods.

Hogwarts is really like a sieve!
"This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, Prince."

Gilderoy Lockhart was standing at the closest distance to the Dementors. He seemed to be greatly affected as well. He closed his eyes, frowned, and spoke in a cold voice without any emotion.

"You're absolutely crazy!"

Ian didn't care about trying to please Gilderoy Lockhart. He was probably the only person present who was not affected. He even observed the curled up Dementor carefully and discovered a shocking truth.

This was actually the one he had seen in front of the Owlery before - Gilderoy Lockhart might have gone crazy and stolen from an "employee" of the Ministry of Magic just to show off!
How did this guy do it!?

Ability to use money! ?
Ian had no time to think about this strange question. His two roommates were also somewhat unconscious. Qiu Zhang and other young wizards even began to breathe weakly. Dementors can absorb people's happiness, hope and courage, causing those around them to quickly fall into despair and fear.

When this fear reaches its extreme, cold, fatigue, and weakness will cause people to fall into a coma. Dementors can absorb people's happiness, hope, and courage, causing people around them to quickly fall into despair and fear. When this fear reaches its extreme, cold, fatigue, and weakness will cause people to fall into a coma or mental breakdown.

of course.

Perhaps because of the cage, the Dementor had no way to get out, but even if it just raised its head inside the cage, the abnormality caused was not something the young wizards could bear.

Driven by instinct, the Dementor had already shown its desire, which made its existence seem to suck away all the warmth, light and hope in the room.

"The students are all dead! How can you still teach!" Ian began to suspect that Gilderoy Lockhart was under the Imperius Curse. After all, the person who killed the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has not been caught yet!

"They will gain a lot from this lesson... and so will you. This is the reality, kid. Real enemies won't wait for you to grow up just because of your age."

"I believe that after today's lesson, they will hate their own weakness and become better wizards from now on." Gilderoy Lockhart sighed.

"Lumos!"

The bright light dispelled the darkness in the classroom and reduced the bone-chilling cold air, but it was ultimately unable to truly eliminate the terrifying qualities that Dementors carried. "

Ian stared at the Dementor in the cage, their eyes met. For some reason, he had a feeling that he could communicate with the Dementor. However, before he could open his mouth to speak to the Dementor.

"A very powerful illumination spell... the light of the mind can illuminate everything." Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly made a comment, and Ian realized that the other party had opened his eyes without him knowing when.

Those blue eyes.

Deep and terrifying.

Ian felt a chill down his spine - Lockhart? Voldemort!? How could that idiot Oblivion spell expert have such a posture and such a sharp gaze? Just when Ian's scalp was numb and he realized something was wrong, and his heart sank, something he had never expected happened.

"The Illumination Charm cannot defeat Dementors, no matter how bright your inner light is, and the correct way..." Gilderoy Lockhart raised his wand.

Ian wanted to cast a spell on him.

However, he found that the other party just waved his wand lightly, and his left hand was raised in the air and unable to move. Although he could still release magic, the wand was obviously not able to aim at Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Protegon Diabolica!"

Ian could only raise a ball of fierce fire around himself as a defense. This was a unique skill from Aurora's grandfather Gellert Grindelwald in "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed".

It can form a circle of fire shield around the caster, which can resist some magic. Of course, Ian doesn't just want to use this kind of fierce fire for defense.

"There!"

Ian tried to use his will to guide Fiendfyre to pounce on Gilderoy Lockhart who was beside the Dementor.

Regardless of whether this guy was under the Imperius Curse or was a user of Polyjuice Potion, the fact that he dared to bring the Dementors to the young wizards was enough reason for Ian to kill him.

Get started first!
The last one to strike will suffer!
Attack is the best defense!

"Oh, you've learned well."

Gilderoy Lockhart waved his wand and Ian's Fiendfyre was turned elsewhere.

"But this is not what we are going to teach you. Learn with me, kid, the correct way to deal with Dementors is called... Expecto Patronus!"

It seems as if the purpose is just to conduct a teaching session.

As Gilderoy Lockhart chanted the spell, the tip of his wand began to glow softly, a sign that magical energy was building up inside the wand.

Followed by.

The inside of the wand seemed to be activated by a mysterious force.

A silver substance began to gush out.

warmth.

And beautiful.

(End of this chapter)