Forbidden Forest.
Just after Ian and Aurora were taken away by House-elf Robby.
In just a few minutes, there was a steady and powerful sound of horse hooves, and the sturdy leader Centaur led seven or eight Centaur 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 Centaur are in combat readiness status.
Obviously, what House-elf Robby said about the need to leave quickly was not to scare the little wizard. Almost all the Centaur communities in Forbidden Forest regard Forbidden Forest as their territory.
These guys have the appearance of a centaur and a half horse. Their upper body is human and their lower body is in the form of a horse. They belong to the XXXX class Magical Creatures classified by Ministry of Magic.
With their strong physique, agility, excellent magic resistance and magic, coupled with their tribal living conditions, few wizards can single-handedly deal with such a group of people.
"The noise just now came from here. There was a fierce battle between a human wizard and some kind of creature." One of the Centaur came out of the group and came forward to check.
Although they have intelligence that is no different from humans, Centaur still feel that they belong to the "beast" category because they do not want to share human identities with creatures such as Hag and Vampire.
"I saw the evil Dark Magic...Fiendfyre... and a shining light."
Centaur, who came out of the queue, squatted down at the place where Swooping Evil died tragically, and looked at the pile of ashes where Swooping Evil was divided into eight pieces and killed by Aurora Fiendfyre.
Special species like them always have some abilities that human wizards don't understand.
For example, Centaur has extremely strong Divination talents and often makes vague predictions about the future. They use Divination methods that are different 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 Dark Magic to kill Forbidden Forest creatures! We should declare war on the humans in that castle!"
Some indignant radicals shouted loudly in the queue, trying to destroy the entire tribe. Fortunately, the leader of this tribe was not the kind of guy who would be impulsive without any brains.
"Oba, we had an agreement with the ancestors of that group of humans." The leader Centaur looked back at the young tribesman, and the angry Centaur immediately lowered his head.
"I don't think conflict with human wizards is a good thing, especially at such a sensitive moment today." Centaur looked at the ashes and walked towards his tribe again.
The soil created by [Bone-Crushing and Ash-Scattering Box] did not attract the attention of these Centaur. 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 shows the desire for war, and it is full of possessiveness for the Forbidden Forest area.
"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."
Centaur Oba dare not refute the leader's lesson.
Probably in order to prevent his tribe from having unwanted 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?"
Centaur leader's voice is full of complexity and mystery.
"It's just a legend! Maybe our ancestors are scaring us!" Centaur Oba seemed to realize what the leader was going to say, but his obedience to the leader failed to overcome its inner reluctance to believe it.
"Why did our ancestors deceive us? Stop talking nonsense, you bastard!" The other Centaurs glared at this young clansman.
"Whether you want to believe in the ancestors or not, we can all see that the seven stars among the ancestors Prophecy have lit up. This is a change that has never happened before. No one wants our race to disappear from history or fall into the fate of those House-elfs." The very deep voice of the Centaur leader made all Centaurs feel a tight vigilance in their hearts!
They all 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 slowly rising.
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... That is the support of all people, and it is unstoppable."
Centaur looked up at the sky and reflected the starry sky in his pupils. Perhaps only they could see it. Surrounded by seven stars, there was a shimmering color that flickered in and out.
Regardless of whether their Prophecy capabilities 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, you carefully observe the current stars, and then answer me..." Leader Centaur retracted 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.
Centaur leader's words received no response.
Different from the unruly descriptions in the rumors, there is no trace of bravery in these Centaurs 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."
After sending Aurora back to Slytherin Common Room, Ian silently remembered the password for the gate of Slytherin Common Room. No one knew whether the seemingly useless knowledge would be needed.
"See You Tomorrow... Don't even think about eating House-elf. Who will cook for us after eating House-elf? Friendly creatures are not allowed to eat, including those round-faced fat chickens of our Hogwarts."
I don't know if Aurora listened to my repeated warnings.
On the way back, Ian took out his bulging robe, and Aurora handed 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 go.
Maybe these eggs were late-night snacks stolen by Swooping Evil from other places, or they might be the descendants of Swooping Evil himself. Ian thinks the latter is slightly more likely.
After all, even if Swooping Evil loses its owner and becomes free, it shouldn't attack Aurora so crazily unless it has never come into contact with Aurora with its owner.
"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 Swooping Evil to his nose and smelled it.
There is a very, very special taste. Ian uses 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 due to the influence of Aurora.
If he hadn't known how expensive Magical Creatures's eggs were, he might have wanted to take another detour to the kitchen. It can only be said that the lack of money prevented Ian from composing the <Fantastic Beasts in the Pot> series of books. The journey back to his dormitory was uneventful, and Ian was still playing with the three special eggs in his hands.
Would it be more valuable to hatch them and sell them?
Or can you raise them yourself and have endless offspring?
"These are contraband restricted by Ministry of Magic. I'm afraid they can only be sold secretly in Knockturn Alley. Maybe I can take them to Limbo tomorrow night to raise them."
"According to the passage of time in Limbo... hiss, I might actually have a chance to become the Magical Creatures breeding master." Ian found a place for the three Swooping Evil eggs.
He carefully placed the egg in his suitcase, applied some little magic to cover it up, and then started to wash up 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. Perhaps the two of them had a close personal relationship and had already started playing hide-and-seek in the castle outside the office.
"Both middle-aged and old people are in better spirits than me."
He yawned sleepily.
Ian, who simply washed himself, quickly fell asleep - he had already learned how to control dreams, and compared to other little wizards, Fawley could 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!!"
Hogwarts's early morning.
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 dark blue to elegant pink and purple, and then to gorgeous golden yellow, as if the palette of nature poured out inadvertently and re-dyed the world with colorful colors.
"Good morning."
"Today there is Defence Against the Dark Arts!"
"The new teacher is the famous Lockhart! My mother and father divorced because of him!" The students began to walk out of the dormitory one after another.
The little wizards' laughter, conversation, and slapstick, 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 study and challenges. This is the innate difference between a scumbag and a top student.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Ian was probably the last person to sleep last night, but because Aurora brought some psychological shadow to him last night, the dreams that 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 the dormitory of Ian, the person who woke up the earliest enjoyed the pleasure of giving two slaps.
When Ian woke up his roommate and walked out of the lounge, he saw people enjoying similar fun outside. When he came face to face, he saw a girl slap a boy on the face.
A questioning voice with a hint of "Why don't you brush your teeth" roared in my ears.
Ian covered his ears.
He knows.
Hogwarts A new day full of vigor and vitality has arrived. Breakfast is still a nutritious combination, but Ian just chose two vegetarian sandwiches due to a slight lack of appetite.
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 was chewing bacon and came up to him curiously.
"I was thinking that maybe you should practice holding the horse more, so as not to lose my horse all the time." Ian The dream experience I chose for myself last night was really not a good one.
"Perhaps you should choose Flying Broomstick. I think I am suitable for holding Flying Broomstick." As Ian's roommate, William already knows that Ian has 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 only two figures in the friendship between the three people.
Ian looked at him.
Put down the vegetarian sandwich in my hand.
"I don't know, Michael, maybe you should ask William whether he was the one who lost you or not me."
With a heavy sigh.
Michael, this clever Ravenclaw little wizard, showed his face with a black question mark. After a series of self-recommendations of "I am suitable to be the big devil", three people walked out Great Hall with the textbook "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide".
Defence Against the Dark Arts's classroom is on the second floor.
As the most special and evil class in the Hogwarts O. W. Ls exam, the teaching method of Defence Against the Dark Arts is actually slightly different from other classes.
It belongs to the model where each college will have separate classes.
"No one?"
"We are the first!"
The three of them ate quickly, so they 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 over.
"Of course, except you, Ian, I know that my mother actually makes mistakes sometimes." Michael was immediately frightened. Of course, he was not afraid of Ian's eyes, he just wanted the possibility of hope, "Can you let me hold William tonight? I promise that I will not lose William."
Hearing this, William, who was still reviewing the textbook, suddenly raised his head and immediately pounced on Michael with bared teeth and claws, "Damn it! I am Ian's favorite groom!"
The two of them just started fighting and making noise in the empty classroom.
"You two are so childish."
Ian made a very uncertain evaluation. 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 behavior, there is no self-promotion of his in the school opening list. Even if he gives out one copy to everyone for free, he should have prepared a large number of autobiographies.
"Perhaps the other students helped him move his books. Depending on how shameless this guy is, it's not impossible for him to openly sell his books in class."
Just between Ian guesses.
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 as soon as she entered the door.
"Here."
Qiu Zhang took out a money bag and said, "Each map contains thirteen Galleon. I helped you sell five of them. It seems that your map is much more popular than I thought."
This is also somewhat beyond Ian's expectations.
"These little wizards are really rich. They haven't even seen the goods yet, but they are willing to pay the full price directly." Ian took the money bag and opened it, and it was full of shiny Galleon.
He may be able to send a gift to each friend in the orphanage before Halloween. Of course, if Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards to mail wizards' things to Muggle, he may have to ask Uncle Good to help convert them into pounds. Winter is approaching, and all his childhood friends should 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 have known since childhood." Qiu Zhang looked at Ian and took out a few maps and handed them to him furtively as if he was doing some street trading.
"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 purse and counted Silver Sickle as rebate to Qiu Zhang.
Sometimes he really thinks that the currency of the wizarding world is nonsense. 1 Galleon is equal to 17 Sickle, and 1 Sickle is equal to 29 Knut. God knows what math genius invented the conversion method.
Isn't the decimal system delicious?
It couldn't be that the creature that first ruled the entire wizarding world had seventeen fingers and twenty-nine toes, right?
"No need."
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.
The speed is extremely fast.
It all makes people feel dizzy.
"You don't know how hard I study without you seeing it!" Ian is 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."
Gilderoy·Lockhart's voice is very loud. Ian thinks this wizard is conceited and extremely narcissistic. When he walks into the classroom with a beautiful cane, he is really intimidating.
Elegant and calm, confident and calm, the overall image has an extraordinary bearing. Just as soon as they met, many little witches let out Ian screams that they had only seen in those groupies.
"Lockhart! It's really him!"
"Oh my God! My mother likes him!"
"I heard that he has saved many people! He is simply a hero second only to Harry. Potter! Thank you Merlin! Thank you Professor So-and-so who has died!"
Not just a little witch.
The expressions of some young wizards are also filled with excitement and admiration. After all, he is a famous adventurer writer in the wizarding world. In the wizarding circle with little entertainment, Gilderoy·Lockhart is the top one.
"Very good, everyone seems to be 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 he doesn't have the ability to cover it up. Anyway, Ian perceives it very clearly. This person is full of confidence, showing off, and expectations for the upcoming "performance".
"Being able to vigorously promote himself in front of the little 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 by Gilderoy·Lockhart's current mentality. After all, such emotional fluctuations are really in line with his understanding of Gilderoy·Lockhart. Even if you only look at the surface, every word and deed of this guy seems to be silently saying - Look, I am the great wizard you have been waiting for.
Such senses undoubtedly deepened his dramatic and exaggerated image in Ian's mind.
"To be honest, before I received the invitation from Dumbledore, I never thought that one day I would become a college professor." Lockhart walked towards the podium, stopped, gently leaned his cane on the edge of the podium in an extremely elegant gesture, 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 fresh energy." Gilderoy·Lockhart's eyes glanced around under his carefully managed hairstyle, as if he was assessing his audience, making sure that everyone's eyes were on him.
"I have to say that your principal is really discerning. Believe me, no one is more suitable for this position than me... I know Dark Magic really well, yes, I think Dumbledore can also prove this to me." Gilderoy·Lockhart's smiling face showed a posture of "No one knows Dark Magic better than me."
Ian has no response yet.
Michael, who was standing next to him, curled his lips and muttered to show off. It could be seen that the little black brother did not admire Gilderoy·Lockhart as much as William did.
"Professor, there are no tables and benches. Do we have to stand in class with books today?" A little 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 practical class."
"Not only do you no longer need that ridiculous self-defense guide today, but you don't need to bring it with you in every class from now on... I may write a new book for you when I have time."
"Of course, when I write depends on my mood."
Gilderoy·Lockhart may be paving the way for selling his own books, but who knows, he has now shown his disdain for the Hogwarts textbook.
Ian raised his hand.
"How do we practice this?"
He was a little worried that Gilderoy·Lockhart would want to let the first-grade wizards start dueling in the classroom, and establish Dueling Club in advance, which may only last for a year in the original work.
"I remember you, kid, Ian. Prince, right? I hope my recommendation last night helped you solve your problem." 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 explain his concept, "In fact, whether it is Potions, Charms, Transfiguration class, or Astronomy and even Herbology, these courses are actually prerequisite courses for our course. You only need to take them well, and you will naturally have the most basic qualifications to learn Dark Magic defense."
"Yes, there is nothing specific about Dark Magic's defense. Use all the means you can use to fight against danger. Even using Dark Magic to fight against Dark Magic is not a problem." Gilderoy·Lockhart's words caused an exclamation, and some young wizards even showed horrified expressions.
For children of this age, Gilderoy·Lockhart's statement is indeed a bit scary.
That's Dark Magic!
A professor actually told them that they could also use Dark Magic when fighting against Dark Magic? It is really difficult for young wizards who have had some family education filters for Dark Magic since childhood to accept this concept.
If the people on the podium weren't 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 indeed nothing wrong with what Gilderoy·Lockhart said.
Dark Magic defense, of course, is not a successful defense if it dies. If you can use Dark Magic to defeat other people's Dark Magic, how can this not be considered a successful Dark Magic defense?
"Slowly digest and slowly understand. If you have as much experience as me in the future, I think you will naturally agree with what I am telling you today."
Gilderoy·Lockhart proudly boasted 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 Dark 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 shake of the head response from Gilderoy·Lockhart.
"It's a little too early for children of your age to be exposed to Dark Magic. I think your principal will never allow me to teach you Dark Magic."
Obviously they just wanted to experience it, but when they arrived at Gilderoy·Lockhart, they had a completely different concept. Their expressions remained unchanged, as if they had long been accustomed to similar operations.
Very reasonable reason.
Being able to prevent others from asking him to use magic... Ian finally gave up on his Defence Against the Dark Arts. Gilderoy·Lockhart maybe just wanted to brag about a class with them?
"Professor, you just said that Defence Against the Dark Arts is a practical class, so will you use Leprechaun for us to practice? Please forgive me when I passed by your office yesterday and accidentally saw that kind of creature in it." No wonder William was reviewing relevant knowledge along the way, and he indeed used the same "cheating" method as Herbology.
That is to say, the first-grade little wizard couldn't hold it in anymore. He panicked when he saw that the classroom was empty and Gilderoy·Lockhart didn't bring anything. After all, Herbology tried to "cheat" several times in a row without success, and William's mentality was affected a lot.
"Huh?"
Gilderoy·Lockhart looked at William, "You don't need to apologize. After all, what you see is just the legacy of the previous professor. I will not plagiarize other people's preparations and use them as my own teaching content."
Said.
Gilderoy·Lockhart looked around again, and finally his eyes stopped on Ian, which made Ian, who was a little uncomfortable being stared at, feel a little confused.
"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 that you, who have always been talked about by Dumbledore, didn't even notice some of the little tricks I set up. My child, you have to remember that it is 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 class!"
The voice fell.
Gilderoy·Lockhart tapped his cane on the podium, and immediately, the wooden podium turned into running water, boiling and falling off into a dark brown liquid all over the floor.
The thing 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, and the temperature in the air dropped sharply with the appearance of the huge cage. 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 that tightly binds the hearts and spirits of all little wizards.
"No way! What the hell is this!"
William turned around and pulled Ian and Michael away.
However, I found that the classroom door had been closed at some point.
It's not just him.
The 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 made Ian really never expected that he would see this kind of existence on Defence Against the Dark Arts - a tall monster wearing a cloak, with its face completely hidden under the hood, curled up in a cage, its hands exposed, showing a terrifying withered and gray appearance, as if it was a corpse that had been dead for unknown years.
"Dementor!"
Ian's eyes widened.
He couldn't believe that Gilderoy·Lockhart was so bold! He really didn't know how much he weighed? He wanted to turn Defence Against the Dark Arts's classroom into Azkaban instantly!
He looked around at the classmates.
Except for fear.
The little wizards who felt the chill were shivering, and many even started to roll their eyes. They had no ability to resist these little wizards like Dementor.
The light is being sucked away.
Not to mention the joy and warmth in the little wizards - Ian just thought this scene was outrageous and ridiculous! How could Gilderoy·Lockhart find a Dementor and smuggle it into the school?
Where is Dumbledore!
How could you not even notice such a thing!? He suddenly took out his Marauder's Map, and sure enough, Ian did not see the Dumbledore icon on Marauder's Map!
The icon of Snape is not there either!
"This is already illegal!" Ian didn't think Dumbledore would agree to Gilderoy·Lockhart teaching like this. He was very confused by Gilderoy·Lockhart's method of smuggling.
Hogwarts is indeed like a sieve!
"This is Defence Against the Dark Arts, Prince."
Gilderoy·Lockhart stood at the closest distance to Dementor. He seemed to be greatly affected. He closed his eyes and frowned, and his voice was cold and emotionless.
"You are absolutely 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 huddled Dementor and discovered an astonishing truth.
This is actually the one I saw in front of Owlery before - Gilderoy·Lockhart. I'm afraid he stole an "employee" of 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 delirious. Qiu Zhang and the other little wizards even started to breathe weakly. Dementor can absorb 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 a coma. Dementor can absorb people's happiness, hope, and courage, causing people 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 a coma or have a mental breakdown.
Of course.
Perhaps due to the cage, Dementor had no way to get out, but even if it just raised its head inside the cage, the abnormality caused was not something that the little wizards could bear.
Driven by instinct, 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! What classes are you still teaching!" Ian began to suspect that Gilderoy·Lockhart was hit by Imperius Curse. After all, the person who killed the previous teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts has not been caught yet!
"They will learn a lot from this lesson... and so will you. This is reality, kids, and your real enemies will not wait in line for you to grow up just because of your age."
"I believe that after today's lesson, they will hate themselves for being weak and become better wizards from now on." Gilderoy·Lockhart sighed.
"Lumos!"
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 terrifying qualities of Dementor."
Ian stared at Dementor in the cage, and their eyes met. For some reason, he felt that the other party could communicate, but before he could speak to Dementor.
"Lumos...Light of the Mind is very powerful, it can light up everything." Gilderoy·Lockhart suddenly commented, and Ian found that the other person had opened his eyes at some point.
Those blue eyes.
Deeply terrifying.
It gave Ian a creepy feeling - Lockhart? Voldemort!? How could that idiot Obliviate expert have such a posture and such a sharp vision? Just when Ian's scalp went numb, he realized something was wrong, and his heart sank, something unexpected happened to him.
"Lumos cannot compete with Dementor, no matter how brilliant your Light of the Mind is, but the right way..." Gilderoy·Lockhart raised the wand.
Ian wants to cast 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 Fiendfyre around itself as a defense. This is a unique technique from Gellert. Grindelwald, the grandfather of Aurora in <Secrets of the Darkest Art>.
It can form a circle of flame shield around the caster, which can resist some magic. Of course, Ian does not just want to use such Fiendfyre for defense.
"There!"
Ian tried to use his will to guide Fiendfyre to rush towards Gilderoy·Lockhart beside Dementor.
Regardless of whether this guy has been hit by Imperius Curse, or is the user of Polyjuice Potion himself, daring to bring Dementor in front of the little wizards is enough reason for Ian to kill the opponent.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
Disaster will follow!
Attack is the best defense!
"Hey, you learned well."
Gilderoy·Lockhart waved the magic wand, and Ian's Fiendfyre was twisted away.
"But this is not the content of our class. Learn with me, kid, the correct way to deal with Dementor. It should be called...Expecto Patronum!"
It seems that it is really just for teaching.
Gilderoy·Lockhart's wand As the spell is recited, the top of the wand begins to glow softly. This is a sign that magical energy is accumulating inside the wand.
Immediately afterwards.
The inside of the wand seemed to be activated by a mysterious force.
A silvery substance began to spurt out.
Warmth.
And beautiful.
(End of chapter)