Chapter 171 The Demeanor of a Spell Master

The Cornish elf in the iron cage uttered shrill screams, and jumped and shook the railings in the cage extremely restlessly.

Lockhart showed a wicked smile, and put his hands on the buttons of the cage, "Then, let me see how you deal with it!"

With a sudden pull, the elves smashed open the iron door of the cage and flew out like crazy.

This is a mess, and the elves are flying around like rockets.

Several rushed out of the window and scattered broken glass all over the back row of the classroom. The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and threw them at the class, tore books and papers to shreds, tore down pictures on the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and threw school bags and textbooks out of broken windows.

All the students were screaming, and after a while, nearly half of the students hid under the table.

There were also a few who fought back, the Harry trio.

They took the thick textbooks as weapons and slapped the elf away.

In such a large classroom, with students from two colleges, only one little boy remembered that he was a wizard, so he drew out his wand in the face of such a situation.

Neville!

From Anton's teaching, no matter what happens, hold the wand in your hand first, Neville always remembers!

But it was limited to this. Two elves rushed over and grabbed his ears. Neville was about to release the full-body binding spell, and he was at a loss when he was halfway through the spell.

He didn't know how to charm the elf so close, what if he accidentally shot himself in the face.

Anton glanced at him and sighed.

The kid still needs practice.

Throw it into the stove and beat it hard!

He sat quietly in his place, the silent magic power of the Confusion Curse rippling around him, and the elves who approached him would regard him as a dangerous magical animal and avoid him.

Of course, there is an even more interesting use for the Confusion Charm.

Let such a simple-minded elf mistakenly think that Lockhart is a nasty enemy.

"Come on, round them up, round them up, they're just little elves..." Lockhart was still yelling, but seeing that it didn't work, he waved his wand and shouted—"Annoying vermin All gone!"

Anton frowned slightly.

interesting!

The spell that Lockhart used was not of the academic system, nor was it the spell of the dark wizards at the bottom of the wizarding world, but a folk spell that was widely spread and passed on by word of mouth.

Anton had read a similar introduction in one of Lockhart's books. This handsome wizard came to a village and saw that the villagers were troubled by annoying elves. He released a powerful spell and turned all the elves into ghosts. No.

Similar to cleaning up.

Send the things that your subconscious mind thinks you don't want, away from your eyes.

Now observing Lockhart's spell pronunciation and gestures, as well as Lockhart's emotions, Anton instantly judged that this was a spell that required extremely firm emotions.

It's very interesting.

Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, Lockhart obviously already had enough firm emotions, but he couldn't mobilize more magic power.

just like……

The soul in the body that is extremely compatible with the Forgetting Curse has begun to reject the release of other spells.

Before Lockhart could make the elf disappear, the wand was snatched from his hand, and he threw it out of the window.

Chaos, everything is messed up.

At this moment, the bell of Hogwarts Castle rang, and it was time for get out of class to end.

"I'll leave it to you, put these elves into cages!" Lockhart pointed at random, pointing at the Harry trio who stood in the middle of the classroom and seemed to have a clear goal.

Before the three could react, Lockhart pushed open the professor-only passage door behind the classroom and slipped away.

"..." Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Snapped!

A book smashed hard on Ron's head, and the elf let out a piercing laugh, as if to say that you should not be dazed during the battle.

"Oh~"

Anton sneered and stood up.

This Lockhart is simply lower than Quirrell, who can easily deal with 4X dangerous mountain monsters.

That's it?

"All petrified!"

Moan softly, wave wand softly.

As if a gust of wind was blowing, the faint milky white light surged like mist, seemingly very slowly, but covered the entire classroom in an instant.

Everything that was originally noisy in the classroom fell silent in an instant, and everyone couldn't move. They could only use their fixed eyes to see the stone-like color emerging from the students beside them in their field of vision.

Quiet, so quiet for a moment that you can hear the sound of the breeze stroking the leaves outside the classroom window.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Anton walked lightly, stepping on the petrified ground, and the ink and water spilled by the elves shattered on the soles of his shoes, making a rustling sound.

With a flick of his wand, Neville fell from mid-air and landed lightly.

He swallowed, looking a little ashamed, "I...I..."

Anton just smiled and patted him on the shoulder, picked up his book, turned and left.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps faded away that all the students regained control of their bodies. They came out from under the table in a daze, staring dumbfounded at the immobile elf floating in the air...

"He..." Harry's eyes were full of shock, "So strong!"

"I was going to release the spell to fix it..." Hermione looked at the wand in her hand, a little unwilling, but finally sighed a little dejectedly, "It's obviously a student of the same grade..."

Why is there a sense of frustration that the more you chase, the farther you get.

Draco's eyes flickered, that soul living in the diary, Riddle, asked himself to kill such a person?

He can't do it!

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Riddle said - you are his friend... As long as he is off guard... kill Anton, I will give you everything!

Heartbeat, fear, guilt, mixed feelings in my heart.

...

...

Ballpoint pens of several colors quickly wrote and drew on the notepad, drawing Lockhart's state just now.

Anton frowned and walked back to the dormitory.

Back then, Pedro the Fairy suggested very sincerely that Anton should focus on the Iron Armor Curse. Knowing so many spells, it is better to specialize in one spell and study it to a very deep level.

He asked Anton to think about how elegant a master of the Iron Armor Curse is.

Now Anton saw it.

A master of the Oblivion Charm is no match for a pack of Cornish elves.

You know, this thing doesn't even make it to the list of Fantastic Beasts Danger Levels!

Oh, and there is also the magic spell that the little wizard mastered in the first grade, such as the dancing spell, which can't be dealt with.

He could see very clearly, just now his three eyes were cursed together, and he really saw clearly that Lockhart's soul was resisting his will, preventing him from releasing other spells except the Forgetting Curse.

Applying what he said in his previous life - this is the change of all attributes into a single attribute, training himself into an elemental spirit, powerful and fragile. The fire element can live very nourishingly in the magma-spread underground, but in the ocean full of waves, it is scum.

In the wizarding world where even Crabbe can release Fiendfyre, this is simply going astray.

Now Anton just wants to figure out one thing.

Is the 'magic slot' mentioned by the old wizard Fiennes the same effect?

He even suspected that the two diametrically opposed spells of the 'Iron Armor Curse' and the 'Cruciatus Curse' that the old wizard kept in his body made his body extremely fragile.