Chapter 684 Aha, I Found You

The little wizard's courses are very full. There are four classes in total today: Muggle Studies, Transfiguration, Protection of Fantastic Beasts and Charms.

Even though it was only after 4 o'clock after school in the afternoon, and there were no classes after that, the little wizards still felt that there was not enough time.

After all, the professor in each class requires students to write essays of varying lengths.

Different from previous years, after these homework papers are graded by the professor, the best one or two will be selected and published in the "Hogwarts Weekly".

This makes many people who have plans for the future, or want to show off, or have certain purposes, put a lot of energy into the writing of thesis.

But after all, this weekly magazine is published once a week after all, plus some magical achievements in the wizarding world, papers published by school professors, contributions from people outside the school, etc., there are not many places left for students.

The president of the student union, the prefects of various colleges, and some outstanding elite students all focused their attention on this.

(ps: The chairman of the student union should be a translation error. According to the national conditions of the UK, this name should be "student representative", or the "boy representative" and "girl representative" of the subdivided school. Rowling himself has served as a girl in the school represent.)

Unlike Draco, who used a little power and money to publish an article on "Focus on Muggle Squibs", Hermione has already published two articles on her own ability.

Under the leadership of editor-in-chief Lockhart, "Hogwarts Weekly" has indeed gained a certain influence.

Moreover, many of the small reporters who worked as students under his newspaper began to emerge under his training.

It is said that a seventh-grade Ravenclaw graduate has already signed a tripartite internship contract with "Today's Prophet", the best-selling newspaper, in advance through his excellent performance and relationship with Lockhart.

This gave Lockhart a good reputation in the school. In fact, when he was the principal of the school, many young wizards liked this very thoughtful professor.

What's more, some good people call Editor-in-Chief Lockhart and Professor Sirius together the Hogwarts duo, two handsome old men.

It's just that Lockhart, who was in a beautiful scenery at the moment, ran a little nervously to the hut in the Weasley brothers' animal pen on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Professor Lockhart, hello." Anton smiled brightly, "I happened to be looking for you, but I suddenly had some ideas in Charms class today, so I came back to the hut to write some notes. coming."

Lockhart froze for a moment, took the parchment from Anton's hand, opened it, and took a deep breath.

Are you and the Dark Lord Voldemort cursing each other for writing papers like this?

For a moment, he felt that Anton was super brave.

Oh~

wrong!

Lockhart looked at Anton with burning eyes, this is the thick thigh he should be hugging!

Don't look young, this is a curse boss who can face the Dark Lord head-on!

Moreover, the two had a good relationship, and Anton really recognized that he was his professor.

In particular, Anton will not be full of various uses of himself like Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort. Although this little wizard is a bit crazy, he has pure and clean eyes. Those people are totally different!

Now, seeing Anton looking at himself with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but feel sad for a moment, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooahs.

Anton frowned, "It shouldn't be, you are the vice principal of the school, no one in the school will do anything to you, let alone people outside the school, most of the people who are allowed to enter are people with certain status, I will still consider your status..."

Before Anton could finish speaking, Lockhart shook his head vigorously, "I don't know who it is, wearing the big hood of the wizard's robe and a weird mask, asking me for Grindelwald's information!"

Anton was stunned, "With a hood and a strange mask, it looks like the Death Eaters of the past. But now it's a mixed bag, who knows who it will be. After all, the ability to teach you...well...has certain flaws, The one who can deal with you may even be a student who admires Grindelwald."

Lockhart's crying expression froze immediately, and he said in disbelief, "Student... student?"

He, Gilderoy Lockhart, an internationally renowned person, author and editor-in-chief of a newspaper, a recipient of the Order of Merlin Third Class, and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, was actually bullied by a student?

"It's normal, isn't it?" Anton chuckled and spread his hands.

Lockhart's expression was wonderful, and finally he sighed weakly and slumped on the sofa, "But...but he is really powerful, Anton, you know, I have dealt with many powerful wizards, I Very good at timing, but..."

"But the feeling this person gives me is so strong that it makes me feel hopeless, as if..."

He squinted his eyes, "It's as if he was facing people like Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape."

"Oh huh~" Anton's eyes lit up. He packed up the notes on the table, walked quickly to the shelf next to his laboratory bench, and dragged out a wooden box from under the shelf.

"Fortunately, I happen to have here a Boggart that Lupine left for me before he left school."

At the moment, the other partners in the hut are not there, the twins are taking care of their small animals, Hannah and Anna go to study the big banyan tree with the house, and Neville goes to find Hermione and Draco.

"Boggart?" Lockhart blinked, and took a step back with some resistance, "I don't really like to come into contact with such horrible creatures, they can always become the picture I fear the most, even if I know it's fake of."

"No, it's not." Anton chuckled.

"We can use it to reflect the characteristics of the heart and make some interesting operations."

"Now, Professor, please follow me and draw your wand."

"Remember the basics of Transfiguration?"

Lockhart imitated Anton and raised his wand, looking at him with some hesitation, "Transfiguration?"

"Yes." Anton smiled slightly, "Imagine that you are performing transformation on this Boggart. Come on, let me repeat the main points of transformation."

"When casting a spell, we need to have a better understanding of the form that the other party is about to transform into. The clearer the better, our will must be firm. At this time, the state of our spellcasting is extremely interesting."

"Different from ordinary spells, when casting Transfiguration, our minds are relaxed and divergent, but also exceptionally concentrated. This difference in spellcasting is what separates Transfiguration and Charmology into two fields. s reason."

"Now, you start to think back to the scene where you were threatened by that masked person. Yes, recall carefully. I know that teaching you to be good at forgetting spells will definitely not trouble you in this kind of thing."

"Then……"

"Knock this box lightly with your wand, let the Boggart inside reflect your fear through your fear at that time, relax, and think about that picture..."

Lockhart glanced at Anton, seeing that Anton's face was full of encouragement, he exhaled forcefully, his gaze became firm, he slowly stretched out his wand, and tapped the box.

pat~

The lock on the box twisted and popped open, and a humming low-frequency sound rang in his ears.

Lockhart took a few steps back in a panic, hiding behind Anton.

Anton ignored him, but just watched the scene in front of him with great interest.

A group of gray-black threads intertwined and surged, quickly opened the box and floated in mid-air, it gradually became clear, and finally turned into a wizard standing on the ground.

Wearing a wizard robe with a big hood and a strange mask, he waved his wand and said, "Answer my question!"

Countless streaks of black mist gushed out from the tip of his wand, turning into a skeleton with a machete.

"It's... that's him!" Lockhart said to Anton excitedly.

Anton nodded, and a delicate snuffbox floated out of the wizard robe pocket. It opened by itself, and some weird things floated out of it.

There are candles, there is a heart that looks alive, there is a pile of finely divided yellow crystal stones, there is a bag of table salt that looks a little dirty, and so on.

"what are you up to?"

Lockhart asked in a low voice with curiosity on his face.

"A curse done with ritual magic!" Anton raised his eyebrows. "Usually when we curse someone, we need to use the other person's information, such as the love letter he wrote when he was full of affection, such as his hair, such as his relationship with him." Someone with a high degree of connection, etc."

"This is an interesting and subtle relationship between people. If you are interested, you can go to the school library to borrow a book called "The Connection between People", which has a detailed introduction."

"As for the scene in front of me, the posture can be changed, the voice can be disguised, and the appearance is unknown, but he has cast a spell, and things like casting a spell have made me feel his emotions, his desires, and his many, many messages. that's enough."

Those weird things were placed on exquisite brass plates, and they circled around the Boggart, making the surroundings extremely weird.

The candle suddenly burned, and a living heart rolled on the brass plate, as if beating...

Looking at this evil scene, Lockhart swallowed. He, who had been hiding behind Anton, took a step back quietly, and let go of the hand on Anton's shoulder like an electric shock.

"Of course, this information is too little..." Anton waved his wand and walked over.

"As for the ritual magic of cursing, what it needs is extremely strong directivity."

"So we can only make the simplest curse."

"For example, let him smoke all over..."

Anton recited the spell in ancient runes, and slowly circled the Boggart, his wand waving gently.

Suddenly, Lockhart exclaimed, and pointed blankly at Hogwarts Castle in the distance outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

From a certain corner there, a green smoke rose into the sky.

snap~

The heart on the brass plate exploded, blood splashed everywhere, and the candle burned out in an instant.

"Aha, I found you." Anton chuckled and looked in the direction of the smoke.

Two Firebolts jumped off the rack on the wall and flew to Anton and Lockhart.

With a backhand copy, Anton soared into the sky from the floor-to-ceiling windows in an instant. At the highest speed of the Firebolt, he arrived at the sky above Hogwarts Castle in an instant.

"Let me see if it's Barty Crouch Jr.!" Anton licked the corners of his mouth, pressed his hands lightly, and the broomstick instantly swooped down and accelerated to a speed of 100 kilometers per hour. The classroom windows swooped in.

“Wuhu~~~”

(ps: The Firebolt can accelerate up to 150 miles per hour within ten seconds, about 240 kilometers per hour)

(ps2: Both notes in this chapter do not calculate subscription fees.)