Chapter 94: 93: Destined choice, crazy teaching!
Forbidden Forest.
Just after Ian and Aurora were taken away by the house elf Rabbi.
In just a few minutes, there was a steady and powerful sound of horse hooves, and the strong horseman leader led seven or eight horsemen to the scene of the incident where no one was there.
There is still a faint smell of magic and blood in the air.
All centaurs are in a state of war readiness.
Obviously, what the house elf Rabbi said about the need to leave quickly was not to scare the little wizard. Almost all the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest regard the Forbidden Forest as their territory.
This group of guys have the appearance of a centaur and a half horse, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse. They are XXXX level magical animals classified by the Ministry of Magic.
With strong physique, agility, excellent magic resistance and magic, coupled with the tribal living conditions, few wizards can deal with such a group of people single-handedly.
"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 came out of the group and came forward to check.
Although they have intelligence that is no different from humans, the horses still feel that they belong to the "beast" category because they do not want to share their human identities with creatures such as hags and vampires.
"I saw evil black magic... fierce fire... and a shining light."
The centaurs who came out squatted down at the place where the curled-winged demon died tragically. Checked the pile of ashes where the Winged Demon was divided into eight pieces and then killed by Aurora's fierce fire.
Special species like them always have some abilities that human wizards don't understand.
For example, horse people have a strong talent for divination and often make vague predictions about the future. They use different divination methods from humans to predict the future by observing the stars and interpreting natural phenomena.
"Human wizards are always so hateful! They break into our territory without permission! They also use evil black magic to kill the creatures in the Forbidden Forest! We should declare war on the humans in that castle!"
There are radical people filled with righteous indignation. There was a lot of shouting in the queue, trying to ruin the entire tribe. But fortunately, the leader of this group is not the kind of guy who has no brains and is impulsive.
"Oba, we had an agreement with the ancestors of that group of humans." The leader of the centaurs looked back at the young tribesman, and the angry centaur immediately lowered his head.
"I don't think it's a good thing to conflict with human wizards, especially at such a sensitive moment today." The centaur looked at the ashes and walked towards his tribe again.
The mud created by [Bone Crushing Urn] did not attract the attention of these horsemen. Its hooves stepped on it and left shallow but clear footprints.
"As long as the old man in that castle dies, the power of human wizards will be far less powerful than in the past." The young centaur known as Oba obviously belongs to the kind with very radical ideas. Its face showed its desire for war and its full possessiveness for this area of the Forbidden Forest.
"How many are we? Give up your wishful thinking... Only then can you live longer." The leader of the group frowned and warned the young centaur Oba.
“I understand.”
Oba the Horseman did not dare to refute the leader’s lesson.
Probably in order to prevent his tribe from continuing to have inappropriate thoughts, the leader of the tribe looked at the sky and issued an unquestionable order to his tribe in a stern voice.
"We must be careful enough and keep a low profile as much as possible! Think about it, the old celestial phenomena have been completely crushed into dust. What kind of changes can overwhelm the impending disaster?"
The leader of the horsemen? The sound is full of complexity and mystery.
"It's just a legend! Maybe our ancestors are scaring us!" Oba, the horse man, seemed to realize what the leader was going to say, but his obedience to the leader failed to overcome his inner reluctance to believe it. .
"Why would our ancestors lie to us? Stop talking nonsense, you bastard!" The other centaurs glared at this young tribesman.
“Whether you want to believe in the ancestors or not, we can all see that the seven stars in the ancestors’ prophecies have already lit up. This is a change that has never happened before. No one should want us. The race will disappear from history or become the fate of those little elves." The very low voice of the centaurs leader made all the centaurs feel a sense of alarm!
They looked up to the night sky in unison, where the stars were like pearls embedded in the dark blue sky, shining with distant and ancient light.
In this vast sea of stars, seven particularly bright stars are rising slowly.
The stars are arranged in an indescribable pattern, as if they are the embodiment of some ancient prophecy - this is a star phenomenon that only centaurs can interpret from ancient memories.
"The seven angels will blow the trumpet for their Lord, and the suffering and barriers will melt away in the light of hope... It is the support of thousands of people and it is unstoppable."
Looking up at the sky The starry sky is reflected in the centaur's pupils. Perhaps only they can see it. Surrounded by seven stars, there is a shimmering color that flickers in and out.
Regardless of whether their predictive abilities are outstanding.
This obviously does not affect every centaur's ability to recall certain information that is integrated into their blood. The prophecies of centaurs are sometimes far more special than those of human wizards.
"Now, Oba, carefully observe the current stars, and then answer me..." The horseman leader withdrew his gaze and turned to look at his young people.
“There are human wizards who want to try to ascend to the gods! No matter whether they succeed or not, they even dare to get involved in the taboos of ascending to the gods. Do you want to compete with such a group of people and be crazy?”
In the quiet jungle.
Ancient oak trees and evergreen shrubs turned into shadows and swayed gently in the night wind.
The centaurs leader’s words received no response.
Different from the unruly descriptions in the rumors, there is no trace of bravery in these horse people at this time, but only timidity and worry that cannot be concealed by silence.
“I only hope that the so-called angels whose fate is revealed will not be born in this Hogwarts. In this way, we may be able to obtain undisturbed peace in the face of future changes.”
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After sending Aurora back to the Slytherin lounge, Ian silently memorized the password to the Slytherin lounge door. No one knew whether the seemingly useless knowledge would be needed.
"See you tomorrow... Don't think about eating elves. Who will cook for us if we eat elves? We are not allowed to eat friendly creatures, including those round-faced fat chickens in our Hogwarts." ”
I don’t know if Aurora listened to my repeated warnings.
On the way back, Ian took out his bulging robe. Aurora gave him three eggs, each with a green pattern on its shell.
In the corridor at night.
These round eggs, which are not much bigger than eggs, also emit a slight green fluorescence, one deep and one shallow, as if they are breathing, and they seem to be full of a feeling of life ready to take off.
Perhaps these eggs are midnight snacks stolen by the Winged Demon from other places, or they may be the descendants of the Winged Demon himself. Ian thinks the latter is slightly more likely.
After all, even if the curled-winged demon lost its master and became free, it shouldn't attack Aurora so crazily, unless it had never come into contact with Aurora with its master.
"It is most likely to protect your own eggs, but they are glowing, so I'm afraid there is no radiation." Ian put the egg that seemed to be a curled-winged devil to his nose and smelled it.
There is a very, very special taste. Ian used his experience of eating for so many years to bet that this taste will most likely go well with tomatoes and a little minced garlic.
"There must be a little chopped green onion..."
Ian swallowed, probably under the influence of Aurora.
Had he not known how expensive the eggs of Fantastic Beasts are, he might have wanted to take another detour to the kitchen. It can only be said that the lack of money prevented Ian from imagining the "Fantastic Beasts in the Pot" series of books. thoughts. The journey back to his dormitory was uneventful, and Ian was still playing with the three special eggs in his hands.
Is it more valuable to hatch and sell it?
Or you can raise them yourself and let them have endless descendants?
"These are contraband restricted by the Ministry of Magic. I'm afraid they can only be sold secretly in Knockturn Alley. Maybe I can take them to the Twisted Illusion tomorrow night to raise them."
"According to the rules in the Twisted Illusion. Time goes by...hiss, I may really have a chance to become a master of magical animal breeding." Ian found a place for the three eggs of the Winged Demon.
He carefully put the egg in his suitcase, and applied some little magic to cover it up, and then he started washing with peace of mind amidst the snoring of his roommate.
Before going to bed, Ian discovered that Snape and Dumbledore were still not far apart. The two might really have a close personal relationship, and they had already started playing hide-and-seek in the castle outside the office.
“Both the middle-aged and the elderly are in better spirits than me.”
He yawned sleepily.
After a brief wash, Ian quickly fell asleep - he had already learned how to control dreams, and compared to other little wizards, he had the added benefit of being able to freely decide on adventures in his dreams.
"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 peeked into the ancient castle, the whole world seemed to wake up in this soft and mysterious light. The sky gradually turned from deep blue to elegant pink and purple, and then to gorgeous golden yellow. It was as if nature's palette poured out inadvertently and re-dyed the world with colorful colors.
"Good morning."
"There is Defense Against the Dark Arts class today!"
"The new teacher is the famous Lockhart! My mother and father both divorced because of him!" Students They began to walk out of the dormitory one after another.
The sounds of the little wizards’ laughter, talking and playing, and even the sounds of lovers kissing were intertwined together. Some may still be rubbing their sleepy eyes, but others are already energetic and ready to face a new day of learning and challenges. This is the innate difference between a poor student and a top student.
“Pa!”
"Bang!"
Ian was probably the last person to sleep last night. However, due to the psychological shadow that Aurora brought to him last night, the dream that he could control freely appeared unexpectedly. Forecast bias.
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 the earliest enjoyed the pleasure of giving two slaps.
When Ian woke up his roommates and walked out of the lounge, he saw people enjoying similar fun outside. He saw a girl slapped a boy in the face.
The questioning voice with a hint of "Why don't you brush your teeth" roared in my ears.
Ian covered his ears.
He knows.
A new day has arrived at Hogwarts, full of vigor and vitality. Breakfast was still the same nutritious combination, but Ian only had a slight lack of appetite and chose two vegetarian sandwiches.
Because Halloween is coming soon, many little wizards were talking about it during breakfast. Ian looked thoughtfully at the candles above his head that seemed to never go out.
“What are you thinking about?”
William came up curiously while chewing bacon.
"I was thinking that maybe you should practice holding the horse more, so as not to lose my horse all the time." The dream experience Ian chose for himself last night was really not a good one.
"Maybe you should choose a broomstick. I think I'm suitable for holding a broomstick." 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 both in their early teens. No one wanted to see that there were only two people in the friendship between the three. Tao figure.
Ian looked at him.
Put down the vegetarian sandwich in my hand.
"I don't know, Michael, you should probably ask William if he was the one who lost you and not me."
With a heavy sigh.
Michael, a smart little Ravenclaw wizard, showed a black question mark face. After a while of self-recommendations of "I am suitable to be the Great Demon King", the three people walked out of the auditorium carrying the textbook "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense".
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the second floor.
As the most special and evil class among the Hogwarts O.W.Ls exams, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is actually slightly different from other classes in the way it is taught.
It belongs to the model where each college will have separate classes.
"No one is there?"
"We are the first!"
The three of us ate very quickly, so we were the first to get to the classroom.
When Ian and his two roommates opened the door and walked in, they found that the classroom with many tables and chairs had become empty, and all the tables, chairs and benches had been moved to unknown places.
"I bet it was Lockhart who sold the school property." Michael vowed, "My mother said he was not a good person, and handsome men are not good people."
Ian glared.
"Of course, except you, Ian. I know that my mother actually makes mistakes sometimes." Michael immediately became frightened. Of course, he was not afraid of Ian's eyes, he was just for the glimmer of hope. Maybe, “Can I hold William’s hand tonight? ? I promise I will not lose William."
Hearing this, William, who was still reviewing the textbook, suddenly raised his head and immediately pounced on Michael with his teeth bared, "Damn it, I'm Ian! My favorite groom! ”
The two people just started fighting and making noise in the empty classroom.
“You two are so naive.”
Ian made a comment without any clue. He looked around and couldn't help but wonder, why didn't Gilderoy Lockhart bring a lot of his own works?
According to Gilderoy Lockhart's urinary nature, his boastful novels are not included in the school's back-to-school list. Even if he gives out one free copy to everyone, he should have prepared a large number of autobiographies.
“Perhaps the other students helped him move his books. Considering how shameless this guy is, it is not impossible for him to openly sell his books in class.”
Just as Ian guessed.
Many little wizards from Ravenclaw came to the classroom one after another. Qiu Zhang was also one of the early ones. She went straight to Ian's side as soon as she entered the door.
“Here.”
Qiu Zhang took out a money bag and said, “Each piece is worth thirteen gold galleons. I helped you sell five pieces. It looks like your The map is much more popular than I thought.”
This is also somewhat beyond Ian’s expectation.
"These little wizards are really rich. They haven't even seen the goods yet, but they are actually willing to pay the full price directly." Ian took the money bag and opened it. It was full of shiny gold galleons.
He might be able to send a gift to each of his friends at the orphanage before Halloween. Of course, if the Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards to mail wizards' things to Muggles, he may have to ask his good uncle to help exchange them into pounds. Winter is approaching, and all childhood friends may need a thick quilt and brand new cotton clothes.
Ian wants to make money.
There are many reasons.
“Because the people who buy the maps are all my friends, the ones I’ve known since childhood.” Qiu Zhang looked at Ian and took out a few maps, as if he was doing some street trading. handed it to himself.
"Thank you, my friend... I have made some technical improvements to these maps, which are considered optimizations. You can tell that they are upgraded plus versions!"
Ian took out his small wallet and It takes a few dollars to give back to Qiu Zhang.
The currency of the wizarding world sometimes struck him as nonsense. One Galleons was equal to 17 Sickles, and one Sickle was equal to 29 Nats. God knows what math genius invented the conversion method.
Isn’t the decimal system delicious?
It can’t be that the creature that initially ruled the entire wizarding world had seventeen fingers and twenty-nine toes, right?
"No."
Qiu Zhang shook his head and refused, "Think of it as the tuition for my future classes. I learned a lot from last night's class. I can feel that you are obviously much better than us. "
Her tone was full of emotion, and her expression was a little stunned, because she found that just after she finished speaking, Ian put the two money bags back into the robe.
Exceptionally fast.
It makes people feel dazzled.
"You don't know how hard I study without you seeing it!" Ian was ready to create a serious and hard-working image in front of his classmates.
However. Gilderoy Lockhart arrived at an untimely time.
"Good afternoon, everyone."
The voice of Gilderoy Lockhart is very loud, this person seems to Ian to be pretentious and extremely narcissistic. The wizard, holding a beautiful cane when he walked into the classroom, was really intimidating.
Elegant, calm, confident and calm, the overall image has an extraordinary magnanimity. As soon as they met, many little witches let out screams that Ian had only seen from those groupies.
"Lockhart! It's really him!"
"Oh my God! My mother likes him so much!"
"I heard that he has saved many people. ! He is simply a hero second only to Harry Potter! Thank you Merlin! Thank you to Professor So-and-so who has died!"
......
Not just little witches.
The expressions of some little wizards also showed a bit of excitement and admiration. After all, he is a well-known adventure writer in the wizarding world, and Gilderoy Lockhart is at the top of the entertainment-poor wizarding world.
"Very good, everyone seems very enthusiastic. This is exactly what I want to see." Gilderoy Lockhart's smile was bright, and his inner emotions were undisguised.
Of course.
It’s also possible that you don’t have the ability to cover it up. Anyway, Ian felt very clearly that this person was full of confidence, showing off and looking forward to the upcoming "performance".
"Being able to vigorously promote himself in front of young wizards, Lockhart will of course be happy to perform his best tricks and decorate himself with other people's experiences and glory."
Ian is not surprised that Gilderoy Lowe Hart's current state of mind, after all, such emotional fluctuations are really in line with his understanding of Gilderoy Lockhart himself. Even if you only look at the surface, every word and action of this guy seems to be saying silently - Look, I am the great wizard you have been waiting for.
Such a sense of touch undoubtedly deepened his dramatic and exaggerated image in Ian's mind.
"To be honest, before I received Dumbledore's invitation, I never thought that one day I would become a professor at the academy." Lockhart walked towards the podium, stopped and said with an extremely elegant gesture He gently leaned his cane on the edge of the podium, and then looked around the entire classroom with a charming smile.
"This is obviously an opportunity for me...a chance to get a new job and feel a fresh energy." Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes were everywhere under his carefully managed hair. Scanning, as if sizing up his audience, making sure everyone's eyes are on him.
"I have to say that your principal is really visionary. Believe me, no one is more suitable for this position than me... I really know dark magic very well. Yes, I think Dumbledore can also prove this to me. A little bit." Gilderoy Lockhart's smiling face showed an attitude of "No one knows black magic better than me."
Ian has no reaction yet.
Michael, who was standing next to him, had already curled his lips and muttered to show off. It can be seen that the little black brother does not admire Gilderoy Lockhart as much as William does.
"Professor, there are no tables and benches. Do we have to stand in class with books today?" A young wizard raised his hand and asked Gilderoy Lockhart, who was bragging.
"Close your book and put your book aside. We don't need that kind of thing. I deliberately moved the tables and chairs away to tell you that my class is a practice. Lesson.”
"Not only will you no longer need that ridiculous self-defense guide today, you won't need to bring it to every class in the future... I may write a new book for you when I have time."
" Of course, when I write it depends on my mood."
Gilderoy Lockhart may be preparing for the sale of his own book, but who knows, he has already shown his affection for Hogg. Watts textbook disdain.
Ian raised his hand.
“How should we practice it?”
He was a little worried that Gilderoy Lockhart would want to let first-year wizards start dueling in the classroom, and establish the dueling club in advance that might only last for a year in the original book.
"I remember you, child, Ian Prince, right? I hope my recommendation helped you solve your problem last night." Gilderoy Lockhart directly called Ian's name .
He may have stayed up late last night and recited the names of each little wizard. When he saw Ian nodding his head to express his gratitude, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
"Practice naturally requires confrontation...Theory is always the simplest thing in this course. You can study by yourself after class. There is no need to take up our precious time together."
As expected.
Ian had a bad feeling in his heart.
Gilderoy Lockhart continued to elaborate on his philosophy, "In fact, whether it is potions, spells, transfiguration classes, astronomy classes or even herbal medicine classes, these courses are actually These are the prerequisite courses for our course. You only need to take them well, and you will naturally be able to learn the basics of Defense Against Dark Arts. Qualifications."
"Yes, there is nothing specific about black magic defense. Use all means you can use to fight against danger, even using black magic to fight against black magic is not a problem." Ji. Dro Lockhart's words caused a chorus of exclamations, and even some young wizards showed horrified expressions.
For a child of this age, Gilderoy Lockhart's statement is indeed a bit scary.
That's black magic!
A professor actually told them that they could use black magic when fighting against it? It is really difficult for young wizards who have had some family education filters for black magic since childhood to accept this concept.
If the people on the podium were not so famous, maybe someone would stand up and refute. Of course, compared to the psychological rejection of these little wizards, Ian just felt a little surprised. He didn't like Lockhart, but he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with what Gilderoy Lockhart said.
Dark magic defense, of course, is not a successful defense if you die. If you can use black magic to defeat other people's black magic, how can this not be considered a successful defense against black magic?
"Slowly digest and slowly understand. If you can have as much experience as me in the future, I think you will naturally agree with what I am telling you today."
Gilderoy Lockhart boasted proudly that his cane seemed to be carved from the finest wood, and the handle was inlaid with shimmering gems that were very dazzling.
"Professor, can you let us see black magic?" After a bold little wizard came to his senses, he raised his hand with a sense of curiosity in his eyes.
However, his inquiry was met with a shaking head from Gilderoy Lockhart.
"It is a little too early for children of your age to be exposed to black magic. I think your principal will never allow me to teach you black magic."
Obviously. They just said they wanted to experience it, but when they arrived at Gilderoy Lockhart's place, they had a completely different concept. His expression remained unchanged, as if he had been accustomed to similar operations for a long time.
Very reasonable reason.
Being able to prevent others from asking him to perform magic... Ian finally gave up on his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Perhaps Gilderoy Lockhart was just going to brag about the class to them?
"Professor, you just said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a practical class, so will you use Irish leprechauns for us to practice? Please forgive me for accidentally seeing it when I passed by your office yesterday. There is that kind of creature." No wonder William was reviewing relevant knowledge along the way, and he indeed used the same "cheating" method as in the herbal medicine class.
That is to say, the first-year little wizard couldn't hold it in. He panicked when he saw that the classroom was empty and Gilderoy Lockhart didn't bring anything. After all, several attempts to "cheat" in the herbal medicine class failed, and William's mentality was affected a lot.
"Huh?"
Gilderoy Lockhart looked at William, "You don't need to apologize. After all, what you saw was just the legacy of the previous professor. I will not plagiarize. Use other people’s preparation as your own teaching content.”
Said.
Gilderoy Lockhart looked around again, and finally his eyes rested on Ian, which made Ian feel a little confused as he was being stared at.
"Ah? Professor, are you going to use me to teach?"
His eyes widened.
"Hahahaha, of course not." Gilderoy Lockhart was amused. "I'm just a little disappointed. You, who have always been talked about by Dumbledore, didn't even notice what I was talking about." Little tricks to set things up, kid, you have to remember that it’s very important for a wizard to be vigilant at all times.”
"Don't think that since this is Hogwarts, there are no potential threats...Dangers are everywhere. This is the profound truth I want to tell you in this first lesson!"
The words fell.
Gilderoy Lockhart tapped his cane lightly on the podium, and immediately, the wooden podium turned into running water, boiling and falling off into a dark brown liquid on the ground.
The thing wrapped inside was revealed - it was a huge cage.
“No!”
"We are going to die!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
......
Fear and horror filled the entire classroom in an instant, and the temperature in the air also increased. With the appearance of the huge cage, there was a sudden drop, and even the air exhaled by many people felt like frost. There was an indescribable heaviness in the classroom, as if there was invisible pressure on everyone's heart.
Dark and cold.
Makes it difficult to breathe.
Fear is like an invisible chain, tightly binding the hearts and spirits of all little wizards.
"No way! Why is this ghost!"
William turned around and was about to pull Ian and Michael away.
But I found that the door to the classroom had been closed at some point.
It's not just him.
Little Black Brother Michael’s face was so frightened that his blood was not pure. Many of his classmates fell to the ground and kept crawling back. Even Ian had an expression of disbelief on his face.
No way.
Who never expected that Ian would see this kind of existence in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class - a tall monster wearing a cloak, with its face completely hidden under the hood, curled up in a cage , its hands were exposed, showing a terrible dryness and decay, as if they were corpses that had been dead for unknown years.
“Dementors!”
Ian's eyes widened.
He couldn't believe Gilderoy Lockhart was so bold! I really don’t know how much I weigh? This is to turn the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom into Azkaban instantly!
Looked around at the classmates.
Except for the horror.
The little wizards who felt the cold were shivering, and many even started to roll their eyes. They had no ability to resist the dementors.
The light is being sucked away.
Not to mention the joy and warmth of the little wizards - Ian only thought this scene was outrageous and ridiculous! How could Gilderoy Lockhart find a dementor and smuggle it into the school?
Where is Dumbledore!
I didn’t even notice such a thing! ? He suddenly took out his Marauder's Map, and sure enough, Ian didn't see Dumbledore's icon on the Marauder's Map!
Snape’s icon is not there either!
"This is already illegal!" Ian didn't think Dumbledore would agree to Gilderoy Lockhart's teachings like this. He was very confused by Gilderoy Lockhart's smuggling method.
Hogwarts is indeed like a sieve!
“This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, Prince.”
Gilderoy Lockhart stood at the closest distance to the dementors, and he seemed to be greatly affected. Affected, his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, his voice was cold and emotionless.
“You are crazy!”
Ian couldn't care less about trying to please Gilderoy Lockhart. He was probably the only person present who was not affected. He even carefully observed the crouching dementors and discovered an astonishing truth.
This was actually the one he had seen in front of the Owlery before - Gilderoy Lockhart might have had a brain attack and stole 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 weird problem. His two roommates were also a little confused. Qiu Zhang and the other little wizards even started to breathe weakly. Dementors can suck people's happiness, hope and courage, causing those around them to quickly fall into despair and fear.
And when this fear spreads to the extreme, cold, fatigue, and weakness will cause people to fall into coma. Dementors can suck people's happiness, hope and courage, causing those around them to quickly fall into despair and fear. And when this fear spreads to the extreme, cold, fatigue, and weakness will cause people to fall into coma or have a mental breakdown.
Of course.
Perhaps due to the cage, the Dementor had no way to come out, but even if it just raised its head inside the cage, the abnormality caused was not something that the young wizards could bear.
Driven by instinct, the Dementor has already shown its desire, which makes its existence seem to suck away all the warmth, light, and hope in the room.
"The students are all gone! Why are you still teaching!" 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 was still there. Not caught!
"They will learn a lot from this lesson...and so will you. This is reality, kids. The real enemy will not wait in line for you to grow up just because of your age."
"I believe, After today's lesson, they will hate their weakness and become better wizards from now on." Gilderoy Lockhart sighed.
"Fluorescent flashing!"
The bright light dissipated the darkness in the classroom and reduced a lot of the bone-chilling air, but in the end there was no way to truly eliminate the poison carried by the dementors. That terrible quality. ”
Ian stared at the Dementor in the cage and looked at each other. For some reason, he had a feeling that the other party could communicate, but before he could speak to the Dementor.
"A very powerful lighting spell...the light of the soul can illuminate everything." Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly made a comment, and Ian found that he had opened his eyes at some point.
Those blue eyes.
Profoundly terrifying.
It gave Ian a creepy feeling - Lockhart? Voldemort! ? How could that idiot who specializes in the Forgetting Curse have such a posture and such a sharp vision? Just when Ian's scalp was numb, he realized something was wrong, and his heart sank, something unexpected happened to him.
"The Illumination Charm cannot defeat Dementors, no matter how bright your mind's light is, but the right way..." Gilderoy Lockhart raised his wand.
Ian wanted to put a spell on him.
However, he found that the other party just waved the wand lightly, and his left hand was raised in the air, unable to move. Although he could still release magic, the wand was obviously not aimed at Gilderoy Lockhart.
“Protegon Diabolica!”
Ian can only first raise a ball of fierce fire around him as a defense. This comes from Aurora’s grandfather Guy in "The Secret of Advanced Black Magic" Leto Grindelwald's unique skills.
It can form a circle of flame shield around the caster, which can resist some magic. Of course, Ian doesn't just want to use such fierce fire for defense.
"There!"
Ian tried to use his will to guide the fierce fire towards Gilderoy Lockhart beside the dementor.
Whether this guy is under the Imperius Curse or is a Polyjuice Potion user, daring to bring the dementors in front of the little wizards is enough for Ian to kill them. Reason.
Strike first is the strongest!
The last one will suffer disaster!
Attack is the best defense!
"Ah, well learned."
With a wave of Gilderoy Lockhart's wand, Ian's fierce fire was turned elsewhere.
"But this is not the content of our class. Learn with me, child, the correct way to deal with dementors. It should be called... call the gods for protection!"
As if It's really just for teaching.
As Gilderoy Lockhart chanted the spell, the tip of the wand began to glow softly. This is a sign of magical energy building up inside the wand.
Next.
The inside of the wand seems to be activated by a mysterious force.
Silver substance began to spurt out.
Warmth.
And beautiful.
(End of this chapter)