The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 369 Voldemort: Please turn on your microphone

Lockhart was desperate; for the first time, he wondered if his thinking was wrong.

No matter how he taught them, these young wizards just couldn't cast the Heart of the Fellowship spell.

What simple magic!

Not to mention that these people are among the most knowledgeable about his fairy tale theories in the world; it would have been even more difficult for other wizards.

It's not that it had no effect at all, but like the Guardian Charm, almost all the young wizards could only cast a silver light.

What purpose will this serve?

Well, it seems that besides allowing those whose souls have been corrupted by dark magic to confront their ugliness and sending the wrong signal that "he can also cast the Guardian Angel Spell" to others, it doesn't seem to have any other effect.

Lockhart was very frustrated at one point.

A few days later, the second round of the "Quidditch Duels" campus team competition of the Triwizard Tournament officially began.

This time, the person in charge was Professor Witsel, the troublesome professor from Beauxbatons. (Chapter 299)

This elderly professor previously worked at the French Ministry of Magic, rising from a clerk in the Minister's office to captain of the Auror squad, and eventually head of the Auror office. After retiring, he taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Beauxbatons and was a close friend of Mad-Eye Moody, an Auror at the British Ministry of Magic.

He has a fiery temper and a stubborn streak; although he comes from an ancient pure-blood family, he is not on the same side as the pure-blood family's interest groups.

He was someone who shared the same peculiarities as Mad-Eye Moody.

When Lockhart was reviewing professors at the university, he discovered this professor's extensive social experience and senior Auror resume, so he put him in charge of the important project, Beauxbatons Fairy Tale Adventure Trials.

"Team captains from each school, please come to the stage to draw lots!"

Professor Witsel was a very meticulous person. When the captains of each team went up to draw lots, he pressed his wand against his neck and used a loud voice spell to recite the rules of the competition. His serious and deep voice resounded throughout the entire arena.

For a moment, this new arena located in the New Era Basin suddenly gave people an extremely solemn and dignified feeling.

Dumbledore subconsciously glanced at the professor a few more times.

When he was looking for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for Hogwarts, Mad-Eye Moody of the Order of the Phoenix was the first person he thought of, as he considered him the most suitable professor for the course.

Moody had just retired at that time. He had been busy for most of his life and was covered in injuries. He just wanted to recuperate and refused Moody's offer, but recommended Witsel to him instead.

This person also refused him, for a simple reason—this guy is a saint!

Most saints disliked Dumbledore.

No one knows how rude this stubborn guy was when he refused.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but give Grindelwald a look that said, "These are your men?"

Grindelwald shook his head and said in a low voice, "I've been gone for too long, you know. When they finally chose to accept my imprisonment instead of trying to rescue me, his loyalty began to waver. Everyone needs an excuse to make a living. He's no longer on the same path as me."

As he spoke, a slight smile played on his lips, as if he had thought of something amusing. "Tom was trying to build some influence in Beauxbatons, and he tried to recruit this guy. Heh heh, guess if he succeeded?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "He won't like Tom."

"Heh heh, even more interesting." Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "He's now an 'Apostle'! An extremely loyal Apostle."

"An Apostle?" Dumbledore clearly didn't realize where this title came from.

Grindelwald gestured to Gilderoy Lockhart, who was sitting next to Snape lazily munching on sunflower seeds. "Well, the first person to claim himself as Lockhart's apostle was that pink toad from the British Ministry of Magic, Umbridge. And that's how the title got around in some circles."

apostle----

That's true. Magic masters always unconsciously influence every corner of society with their own will, and some people will gradually walk towards Lockhart's banner. He is an extremely charismatic person.

The three team captains quickly drew lots.

Match 1: Hogwarts vs. Durmstrang Match 2: Hogwarts vs. Beauxbatons Match 3: Beauxbatons vs. Durmstrang After Harry drew his lots, he returned to his group, and the team erupted in cheers.

"Two in a row!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "If they're still at the same level as last time, without any improvement in their abilities, I think we'll win two matches in a row, right before everyone's eyes, and secure the final victory!"

There is only one requirement to win a Quidditch duel: win two matches.

If they can win two games in a row, no matter how Durmstrang and Beauxbatons play in the third game, they will have lost their chance to win—they can only compete for a second or third place ranking that no one cares about.

In just over ten days, or even less than half a month, the strength of each member of their team has improved, and some have even become stronger by leaps and bounds, strong enough to easily crush an entire team by themselves.

Hermione has lost her chance to qualify for the Champions Championship in the Goblet of Fire and is extremely eager to prove herself through this team competition.

"We can't let our guard down!" Neville reminded everyone solemnly. "The venue has changed. This isn't Hogwarts. The biggest difference is that everyone can Apparate!"

Just as Hermione thought, time was too tight; it had only been a little over ten days since the last time, and they hadn't had a chance to properly practice Apparition.

"The Durmstrangs are all pure-blood families, and they place great importance on the teaching of magic, Apparition being one of them," Neville continued, recounting the information he had heard from his uncle.

Neville is also of pure-blood lineage, but he does not Apparate.

Interestingly, most of those who valued the inheritance of family magic ended up in the Death Eaters' camp, while those from neutral pure-blood families with close ties to the Order of the Phoenix were mostly left to their parents to rely solely on school education.

The members of the Duel Club who are skilled at Apparate are Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy, and they are now all in the Beauxbatons school team.

"Apparition is completely useless!" Hermione simply snorted proudly.

is it?

Neville was somewhat worried, always recalling the serious expression on his experienced uncle's face as he reminded him.

But no matter what, the competition begins!

The two teams quickly took off.

"Everyone, be careful!" Harry Potter's expression turned grave as he stared intently at Viktor Krum, captain of the Durmstrang Team. "I have a bad feeling!"

Ron glanced at him instinctively. "What's wrong?"

"Krum, he seems particularly hostile towards me!" Harley gripped his wand tightly. A light rain was falling over the New Age Basin today, making the broom handle of his flying broom a little slippery.

"Oh, man, that's fighting spirit, don't overreact." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, shook his arm that was gripping the wand, and looked at the other person again, quickly recalling the tactics they had studied.

As fireworks lit up the sky, the competition officially began.

Every young wizard in the Hogwarts school team swiftly maneuvered their fire bolts, maximizing their acceleration and rapidly expanding the team's control range.

As they sped up, each of them cast a "bubble head spell" on themselves.

This magic has now been expanded into more than a dozen different uses in dueling clubs and is beginning to be used on a large scale in Quidditch dueling.

Soon, tiny bubbles, like glass fishbowls, were placed on their heads, shimmering with a grayish-brown color.

At the same time, a blinding light instantly filled every corner of the world.

Start with a flashbang!

Hermione is becoming more and more adept at using powerful spells.

"Ah ...

A series of wails came from the distant stands, and all the wizards who were focused on watching the game would probably get used to wearing sunglasses from now on.

This is undoubtedly an extremely effective spell.

The Durmstrang School Team was easily torn apart. Apart from Captain Krum, Grindelwald's five recruits and trainees from various places—Gowle, Valentine, Sophia Rozier, and Howard Gaunt—all the other team members performed poorly under the blinding magic.

Unlike Draco Malfoy, the interim captain of the Beauxbatons, who devised a "decapitation commander" strategy to target Durmstrang's collective spellcasting, the members of the Hogwarts team believed more in the power of the collective and tended to break up the group.

They quickly focused their fire on the players other than these five, intending to take them out first and weaken Durmstrang's concentrated fire.

Then they encountered the "decapitation" operation.

"Disarm you!"

"They'll all be petrified!"

"Fuchsia!"

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While everyone was using Firebolts to focus fire on a few blinded Durmstrang team members who seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, Hermione's spellcasting was more elegant and relaxed; she was waving her wand to release birds.

These birds swiftly flew to every corner of the battlefield, forming a massive encirclement imbued with various magical powers, subtly laying out the entire battle plan like pieces being placed on a chessboard.

"it's over!"

She waved her wand triumphantly, knowing that everything was under her control.

Apparition?

No matter how elusive this magic may be, can it be more useful than the ubiquitous birds? After all, this is not a chase, but a confrontation. These people will eventually have to face each other directly, and no matter how they phantom-shift, they will all appear on the chessboard.

However, just as she was urging another flock of birds to fly into the clouds and hide in the sky, a chilling intuition surged wildly in her heart, and goosebumps rose all over her body in an instant.

Oops!

Hermione's expression changed.

Almost instantly, bang bang bang bang~, the spatial explosions caused by the five phantoms shifting almost simultaneously rang in her ears.

Five figures wielding flying brooms appeared within a meter of her!

one meter!

The five people surrounded her.

She only had time to wave her wand before a flock of birds swiftly attacked Valentine, who was sneering at her. Powered by a knockback spell and a full-body binding spell, the birds quickly dispatched their opponent.

However, these five people were far too close to her.

Sofia Rozier on the left almost immediately released her flying broom, grabbed her arm holding the wand, and dragged her down forcefully.

At the same time, a tremendous force came from behind.

Bang!

The broom handle of the flying broom slammed into the back of her head, making her see stars and feel dizzy.

Hermione tried to struggle, but felt as if two spells had struck her at the same time.

Disarming spell and full-body binding spell!

She could only watch helplessly as Sofia Rozier, holding her wand in one hand and her fire bolt in the other, distanced herself from her.

Then her whole body turned a stone-like color, stiffened like a stone, and fell to the ground along with Valentine, whom she had also dealt with.

The wind howled.

As she fell, she roared inwardly, filled with despair and resentment, trying to cast a spell to dispel the magical power. However, she did not expect that the full-body binding spell on her body was extremely powerful, and she was completely helpless for the time being.

Suddenly, a gust of wind caught her, stopping her fall and preventing her from crashing to the ground.

This is not self-rescue.

It was the spell cast by the Aurors watching over them.

"Hermione Granger, Valentine Kowalski — out!"

The voice of the tournament host, Professor Witsel, rang in her ears, and it was so despairing.

Do not!

I'm not reconciled!

It shouldn't be like this!

Hermione, her magical influence dispelled, scrambled to her feet, covered in dust, and angrily looked up at the battle raging in the sky.

"Are you alright?" Valentine asked expectantly, wanting to speak to the increasingly beautiful little witch.

Hermione gave him a cold glance and scoffed, "What do you think? Don't talk to me!"

However, Valentine continued to rant, "Everyone saw how powerful you were that day, and they all agreed that we should deal with you, this goddess of war, first. I—"

"Shut up!" Hermione angrily flicked her wide sleeves and strode toward the surrounding stands.

She has seen what she wanted to see.

Her teammates performed well; except for the five who had just apparated in front of her, they had all been dealt with.

"Damn it!"

Durmstrang's captain, Krum, coldly glanced at his core members, filled with frustration. "Five against one! And a sneak attack at that! We ended up trading one for one!"

"Her reaction was too quick!" Gore said dismissively. "Hey, relax, this is the best outcome possible! Let's move on to the next target!"

"Alright!" Krum knew the urgency of the situation. The most effective time for a surprise attack and decapitation was now in the midst of the chaos. Once the enemy realized that Hermione had been dealt with, they would probably react.

His face twitched involuntarily, revealing a maniacal smile. He licked his lips, "I'll count to three, then we'll all move in unison. Target: Harry Potter!"

"—!"

Everyone quickly looked toward Harry Potter, who was speeding along riding a fire bolt.

"two!"

At this moment, Harry Potter is attacking a member of his school.

"three!"

This was the perfect moment, timed precisely at the instant Harry cast the spell, the magic having just been completed and the action not yet finished.

Thump thump thump thump~

The sound of explosions echoed as four enormous phantoms teleported and traversed space.

The sound instantly rang out around Harry.

Goyle even dropped his flying broom and crashed headfirst into Harry's arms, using his towering frame as a cannonball.

The moment he crashed into Harry's arms, Goyle clamped his legs together, forcefully trapping Harry's Firebolt flying broomstick, while pulling at Harry's hair with one hand and grabbing at Harry's right hand holding the wand with the other.

He slammed his head down hard.

Bang!

His forehead slammed into Harry's head.

At the same time, the other three cast spells simultaneously.

"Disarm you!"

"They'll all be petrified!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Ok?

wrong!

Gore wondered if he had hit his head too hard, because he heard the incantation of the Killing Curse. This was the Unforgivable Curse, used during a match.

Then he was thrown away by a tremendous force.

Unparalleled power.

Magic - Full Power Repel!

Professor Lockhart recommended the third spell most suitable for Harry. (The other two are the Disarming Charm and the Full Power Binding Charm.)

The secret to these three spells is very, very simple and consistent: an unwavering will.

Spellcasting without incantation!

It is not the silent spell that Rozier uniquely recites in his mind, but a spellcasting method that does not require incantations, and is even more powerful.

Harry was like a giant missile that exploded, the terrifying shockwave and the irresistible force that sent everyone around him flying.

He clearly sensed some kind of danger, and allowed himself to be thrown away by the blast wave.

He then quickly floated to a higher position, looking down at the figure rapidly searching for and attacking him.

Yes, floating.

His fire bolts were being blown away by the blast wave, flying rapidly behind him.

Magic - Dependent on each other for survival.

The extended application of relationship magic taught by Professor Lockhart anchors one's place in this world with a dependent object (a flying broomstick).

Yes, it's actually the same technique Voldemort used to create a ghostly body around Lockhart.

After Lockhart figured it out, he shared it at the Duel Club, and Harry was the first player to master it.

He was anchored in the air by the fire crossbow bolts, and his aura pulled him up into the sky.

Then he looked coldly at Krum, the captain of the Durmstrang team, who was not far away.

"A killing curse?"

He asked somewhat uncertainly.

In fact, everyone else at Durmstrang was stunned. Apart from Goyle, who was no longer flying broomstick falling to the ground, Sofia Rozier and Howard Gaunt looked at Krum in disbelief.

"What a pity, I couldn't kill you!"

Krum's face trembled and twitched with excitement. He licked his lips, his eyes filled with resentment.

His body convulsed rapidly, swelling and deforming quickly, breaking free from the power of the compound potion, and transforming into the appearance of an adult wizard.

Death Eaters!

Rabasta Lestrange!

Bella's nominal husband's younger brother.

At that moment, gasps of surprise erupted from the surrounding stands, and Dumbledore stood up with a serious expression, staring intently at the man.

"For Voldemort~~~~!"

Rabastallion Lestrange roared, waving his wand and charging towards Harry Potter on his flying broomstick.

charge!

Harry isn't afraid of this guy.

Just as he was speaking, the fire bolts had already flown back to his crotch. Now, he gripped the broom handle tightly and charged at his opponent as well.

The fire bolt, capable of accelerating to 150 miles per hour within ten seconds, provided tremendous power, and the two figures appeared as if they were phantoms, rapidly circling and flashing in mid-air.

A series of blinding curses shot out in all directions.

"Harry can handle this!" Lockhart appeared beside Dumbledore at some point, interrupting the old man's intended intervention. "This is his adventure; you need to give him a chance to grow! Don't worry, I'm watching!"

His reaction was swift, even bringing Snape, Sirius Black, and Lupin—who could have potentially sabotaged the adventure—within such a short time.

Dumbledore nodded and turned to look at a figure in a corner of the stands.

No?

It wasn't me!

Voldemort, who was seated, was stunned!

He looked at Bella in disbelief, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Bella, too, was clearly caught off guard and looked equally flustered.

"Tom, what do we do?"

Bella grabbed his sleeve anxiously.

Voldemort was unaware of this, and he was even somewhat at a loss.

Should we protect this foolish subordinate?

That would undoubtedly destroy the situation that I have so painstakingly maintained, and completely return me to my previous terrible state.

But what if we don't protect this fool, or even take matters into our own hands?

This might preserve the situation he's worked so hard to build, but it would likely alienate all his subordinates.

Damn!

Where exactly did things go wrong?!

However, there is clearly no time for him to think about this now.

A finger pointed at him.

Yes, tens of thousands of people in the stands felt it—such an intense and terrifying sensation, as if Dumbledore and Voldemort's figures had become so conspicuous among the crowd.

As Dumbledore pointed at Voldemort, everyone's vision seemed to be completely drawn into this strange perspective, making it extremely difficult to escape.

"Voldemort!"

"Tom Riddle!"

Old Dumbledore stood up, raised the finger wearing the Gauntlet ring, and pointed at Voldemort.

The voice, stern and solemn, rang in everyone's ears: "Voldemort! Tom Riddle! I declare you unwelcome here! You are expelled!"

Do not!

Do not!

Please turn on your microphone!

I am innocent!

I'm fucking idiot!

I didn't do it!

Voldemort felt a desperate sense of detachment. The New Age Basin, the most important gathering place for future wizards, the future of wizards, was rapidly separating him from him with an extremely strange force of detachment.

He vanished completely from any point on the map he could reach, becoming an unreachable destination.

Strange ripples surged, and his figure, like tomato sauce smeared on an oil painting, quickly dissolved and turned yellow, eventually being completely erased.

Hehe~

Beside Dumbledore, Grindelwald took some sunflower seeds from Lockhart and started cracking them open with him, chuckling softly.

He raised an eyebrow smugly at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was looking at him with some surprise.

It's as if it's saying, "How is it? Is it fun?"

Fun!

Lockhart gave a thumbs-up in amazement.

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