Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"...Shit, can't even beat the Oblivion Charm?"

In fact, even Lockhart, one of the parties involved, felt so at this moment.

Well... that's right - his Oblivion Charm also came from an accident, and was not a spell that truly belonged to him.

So although he could master it and use it, he had no way of sensing what happened after it entered the crystal ball.

So in Lockhart's opinion, he and the little wizards naturally came to the same answer.

But at this moment, Ryan said softly: "Let's end this test here, Professor - it seems that the alchemical props I prepared are not powerful enough."

He said this, but did not deny Ron's words.

Despite the fact that in terms of this spell alone, he did not defeat Lockhart. The two were at most evenly matched, and his spell was even at a relatively weak position.

But there was no doubt that Ryan had no intention of rehabilitating Lockhart - if his guess was correct, this best-selling author had probably harmed many people and stolen many people's lives.

He had absolutely no reason or logic to continue to enhance Lockhart's reputation.

"Okay... okay."

At this moment, Lockhart naturally had no other answer.

And after Lockhart.

All the young wizards turned their attention to old Barty Crouch.

That's right.

Compared to Professor Lockhart, who everyone was not optimistic about at the beginning, the young wizards were actually more looking forward to the duel between Professor Ryan and Professor Crouch.

And now, after the 'incompetent' Lockhart has displayed this level of magic, they naturally pay more attention to old Barty Crouch.

And at this moment, old Barty Crouch did not disappoint their expectations.

He stood up, drew his wand and looked at Ryan, a sharp glint in his old eyes.

"I don't want that crystal ball, Elias. That spell you just cast was powerful, more powerful than any spell I've ever seen."

"But even so, I have to tell you, and tell all the other little wizards too."

"The most important thing in a duel is to never shrink from fighting—no matter how powerful your opponent is."

He seemed to be speaking harshly, but his words were extremely firm and sincere.

This made all the young wizards realize it instinctively.

Old Barty Crouch was truly showing them through his actions what a qualified warrior who was not afraid of fighting looked like.

but…

"No, Professor Crouch."

At this moment, Ryan shook his head.

"I've already used up too much magic power from the spell just now."

"So I guess we don't need to really do it in our practice."

he said with a smile.

"I believe that as a warrior fighting on the front line against dark wizards, you must have your own unique insights in the process of fighting against dark wizards."

"I think you'd be willing to share these things, right?"

After he said this, the little wizards were stunned, and many of them showed disappointed expressions.

Instead of fighting with weapons, they’re fighting with words?

Barty Crouch Sr.'s expression also showed some doubt: "Are you sure?"

Obviously, he was also a little confused about Ryan's choice.

Because in fact, he is not Lockhart and his reaction is not that slow.

So even after Ryan asked to practice with the two professors, old Barty Crouch had already guessed about Ryan's behavior today.

He thought Ryan must be asking for what Winky had told him before - Ryan might have discovered his secret, a secret that could endanger the glory of the Crouch family and must not be revealed.

And Ryan proposed to practice dueling with him and Lockhart today.

The purpose must be to take advantage of this opportunity to conduct an investigation.

Crouch was even prepared - he thought Ryan would probably use Legilimency or a similar spell to detect secrets during duel practice.

Barty Crouch Sr. knew that this was not difficult for a skilled user of Legilimency.

Therefore, he was even prepared to keep the brain-blocking spell on for a long time during the battle.

But now, Ryan took the initiative to cancel this duel practice.

This was undoubtedly beyond his expectations.

"of course."

At this moment, Ryan said with a smile.

"Everyone knows that I respect teachers, Professor Crouch."

At the same time, on the second floor of Hotz Castle.

That was in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office belonging to Barty Crouch Sr. and Gilderoy Lockhart.

A white figure appeared quietly.

There was colorful magic power lingering around him, and the powerful magic made his figure almost unreal.

So much so that almost all the magical restrictions set up by old Barty Crouch around it were ineffective against it.

This allowed it to walk and easily enter the office through the office's exhaust vent.

"Meow."

On the way through, its body, which had become round due to its recent excessive consumption of cat food cans and the tributes of the Hogwarts kitchen elves, even got stuck in the exhaust vent.

This made it let out an incredible cry, as if it couldn't believe that it had become so much fatter.

That's right.

It was a little fat white cat.

Apparently, there is only one such special cat in Hogwarts.

The great Lord Friday is on the move!

Chapter 204 Friday's Bizarre Adventure!

Friday strode proudly into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Humph, the young master said there were many magical restrictions - in front of the great Lord Friday, wouldn't it be easily broken?

"Meow!"

Friday couldn't help but meow excitedly when he thought that after completing Ryan's instructions, he would get two packs of his favorite special cookies and special cat strips from the fine ingredients in Honeydukes' store.

But then again.

"There are two people in the office. Let's go to... um, this one first."

Looking at the two distinct areas of the office divided by shaping magic, Friday muttered to himself.

Then, it decisively chose the one that looked more pleasing to the eye - the office that looked extremely luxurious and gorgeous was obviously suitable for Lord Friday.

Soon, Friday sneaked into the office.

Then it saw the wall full of photos.

Hmm...it's the same guy in the photo - it's Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart with his perfect smile, posing with other famous people in his iconic photo.

Friday, of course, decisively ignored all of this.

It walked quickly to the office desk and began to search.

"Sign...workbook?"

Although Friday had been studying hard for a period of time under Ryan's orders, his word recognition level was still average. It took him a while to figure out what this thing was.

After opening it and taking a look, he found that it was just as its name suggested - it was filled with 'Gilderoy Lockhart' and various auspicious words written in various styles of fonts.

"Really boring."

It muttered and continued searching.

Then, it found a thick stack of signed letters, several bottles of perfume, several ties, and even a bottle of hairspray in Lockhart's desk - except for nothing related to the professor, his office was like a treasure chest.

Even from the appearance of the autograph book, Friday suspected that Professor Lockhart had been practicing his autographs far longer than he had been practicing magic.

But soon...

"Meow?"

Friday discovered something unusual in the deepest part of Lockhart's bottom drawer.

The white cat's keen perception of magic allows it to detect the existence of a special magical restriction in this drawer.

It wasn't profound, and could even be described as crude—which perfectly matched Lockhart's proficiency in spells.

But it is obvious that even so, it is enough to show that there must be something very important to Lockhart hidden in it.

so...

"Buzz!"

The next moment, Friday's golden cat eyes began to show a dim purple light.

Its body shape began to change subtly, taking on features similar to those of a scorpion and a lion - this was reflected in the fact that its hair began to grow longer and the tip of its swinging tail began to become somewhat sharp.

And after that, its eyes naturally saw through the simple magical restriction in the drawer.

And then, Friday stretched out his cat's claws.

He directly took out the things protected by magic restrictions in the drawer.

During this process, the magical restriction continued to attack Friday - causing wisps of magical light to appear on the white cat's fur.

But that obviously doesn't make sense.