Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"If you want to take another photo, feel free to find me, Vader!"

Lockhart turned around and said loudly to Wade: "You know, you are one of my favorite students. I will not refuse such a small request!"

After emphasizing the purpose of his visit again and making sure that the students around him heard it clearly and consolidated the impression of "close teacher-student relationship", Lockhart saw a faint sneer on Wade's lips and did not dare to listen to his answer. He pushed away the students around him and left in a hurry.

A group of girls plucked up the courage to chase after him.

"Professor, please sign for me too!"

"Professor, I want an autographed photo too!"

Lockhart had not walked far when he was surrounded by the girls. He happily took out his quill and began to sign with great enthusiasm.

Rolf then came closer to Wade.

"I saw Professor Lockhart asked Gryffindor's Creevey to be the photographer. I knew you didn't like this kind of thing, so I offered to help."

He explained in a low voice: "I will destroy the film when I get back. When he asks about it, I will say that it was accidentally exposed to light and the film was destroyed."

“No, give me the photo.”

Vader smiled and said, "I'll take it to Professor Lockhart."

Rolf blinked in confusion, looked at Wade's meaningful sneer, and agreed obediently: "Okay."

……

In the afternoon, Wade got the photos.

The magic photo was in black and white. Wade saw that in the photo, Lockhart, with his messy hair, was huddled in a corner, gasping for breath, but he himself was nowhere to be seen in the photo.

Wade searched carefully for a while before he saw a piece of clothing hem in the corner.

Compared to himself, the students in the picture are more conspicuous.

For example, Fred, Wade saw him constantly taking out his money bag and shaking it, showing a sly smile like George in the photo.

Vader held the photo, which didn't look like a photo at all, with the camera hanging over his shoulder, and walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

When Quirrell was still in school, Wade had never approached this place on his own initiative, but he always had to pass by nearby during classes, and he knew the location.

There was no Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon. Wade knocked on the door and it was soon opened.

Lockhart probably thought that the person outside the door was his admirer, and he was holding a quill ready to sign. When he saw Wade, he was obviously surprised.

"Ah, Vader...it's you..."

When he met those grey eyes, Lockhart couldn't help but avoid looking at them, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"I'm here to deliver the photos, Professor."

Wade shook the photo, and as Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief, he added, "Also, I would like to ask you for some advice on Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, oh, is that so? Come in then."

The blond professor's smile returned to his face.

——He is just a child after all.

He thought with ease.

Wade walked in and closed the door with a bang.

Lockhart's heart suddenly sank. He turned his head and saw that Wade had already grasped the wand.

"I still don't quite understand some of the disarming spell you demonstrated at the club. Can you give me some more pointers?"

The black-haired boy asked softly.

"Well... this... uh... of course..."

Lockhart's eyes followed the photo, and when he saw that Wade had no intention of giving it to him, he finally agreed reluctantly.

He drew out his wand, feeling a little nervous, but when he thought that the person in front of him was a young student, and an alchemist at that, he suddenly felt at ease.

——Alchemist... Even if he has mastered one or two spells like the Ignore Spell, his magic level won't be that good, right?

For example, he was only very proficient in the Oblivion Charm... But no matter how poor his Defense Against the Dark Arts spells were, it was impossible for him to be inferior to a second-year student...

……

Michael checked the time, said goodbye to his other friends, climbed up the marble stairs to the third floor, and listened outside Lockhart's office door, but heard no sound.

He asked a question in the "Book of Friends", but Wade did not answer.

Michael sighed, pulled out his wand, pointed it at the door lock, and whispered, "Open the door!"

The door lock turned with a click and opened.

As soon as Michael opened the door a crack, he heard a loud bang, followed by crackling sounds.

He shrank his neck in surprise, and when the sound gradually faded away, he carefully leaned in.

There were broken bottles and countless photo frames all over the floor. Lockhart in the photos was hiding in a corner, trembling in panic.

Lockhart himself was lying in the corner with his eyes closed, his face bruised and swollen, even with blood on it, and a large area of ​​green ink splashed on his chest.

Michael's eyes widened, he rushed into the office and closed the door, lowering his voice and asking, "Is he still alive?"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves as if to help destroy the body.

Wade wanted to ask him why he was being sneaky, but he couldn't help but laugh when he heard that.

"Of course not. I just asked the professor for advice on the Disarming Spell. Professor Lockhart... taught very attentively."

As he spoke leisurely, he raised his camera and took a picture of Lockhart.

The sound of flashbulbs rang out, and Lockhart smiled reflexively. Then he seemed to realize that his miserable condition could not be shown in the media, and he groaned in pain.

Michael finally felt relieved when he heard his voice.

"I thought you had killed our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

he whispered.

"How could that be?" Wade said, "It's not easy for Professor Dumbledore to find us a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but a professor..."

He half-knelt down, and Lockhart immediately shrank back.

Wade said politely, "I personally don't like my photo appearing in any newspaper or magazine, and I don't want to be associated with a celebrity like you... Can you understand my feelings?"

Lockhart covered the wound on his forehead and looked at him in horror. His eyes swept over the camera and photos in his hands and he nodded quickly.

"Thank you for your consideration."

The "group photo" in Wade's hand suddenly caught fire, and in the blink of an eye only a small amount of black ash was left, falling on the messy floor.

"Then we'll take our leave...it's almost time for dinner. Thank you very much for your careful guidance today, Professor Lockhart."

Wade stood up, looked at Lockhart lying on the ground in a very embarrassed state, and said softly:

"I hope the professor can take good care of himself. If there is a chance next time, I will learn spells from you again."

Michael complained in his heart - Is this a threat? Is this a threat? Look at Professor Lockhart, he seems to be about to cry!

He muttered this in his mind, but in fact he had no sympathy for Lockhart at all.

The two men turned around, and Michael stepped over the two picture frames and reached out to open the door.

For some reason, Wade walked a little slowly.

Behind him, Lockhart's eyes flickered as he watched the student wipe his wand twice and put it back into his bag.

He endured the pain as if all the bones in his body were broken, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and grasped his wand.

He hesitated for a moment, and when the two were about to walk out, he finally raised his wand and shouted -

"Once forgotten..."

"Oh!"

He didn't even see clearly how Wade made the move, but he felt as if his chest was hit head-on by a rhinoceros. He flew out and with a "snap" he stuck to the wall like a pancake, and then slowly slid down.

The bridge of his nose seemed to be broken, and the severe pain immediately made Lockhart burst into tears, but he still tried hard to open his eyes and look -

Vader did not have a wand in his hand.

He pointed at Lockhart with one finger, his expression not seeming surprised at all, but Michael next to him was shocked and angry.

"No need to send me off, Professor."

Lockhart heard his student say condescendingly: "Thank you so much for troubling you today."

There were footsteps and the office door slammed shut.

"How despicable!"

As soon as he walked out of the door, he heard Michael angrily say: "As a professor, you actually attacked me by surprise! And you used the Oblivion Spell! This is illegal!"

Vader's voice was very low, and it was unclear what he said, and then Michael cursed again.

It's like he is the one who suffers the loss.

The voices quickly faded away until they could no longer be heard.

Lockhart wiped the blood from his nose. For the first time, he didn't care about maintaining his perfect image. His head was buzzing.

He thought he might have a concussion.

But more importantly -

A silent and wandless spell... Is this really the level of a twelve-year-old student...

There is only one chapter today.

I have to reorganize my outline.

Chapter 221 Photo, Crab

When Monday came again, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts took two days off for the first time ever and even refused to allow students to visit him.

Professor Lockhart's fans gathered outside his office, asking about the situation worriedly and giving him various medicines and homemade desserts.

Hermione was one of them. She was also rejected by the professor and brought everyone the latest news -