Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 75 Hurry up and do it to me (Please follow up~)

Fudge didn't hear, still basking in the thrill of exercising his power.

The little wizards didn't hear either, they were noisy, some opened their mouths to explain to the principal, and some cursed.

The professors didn't hear either. They clenched their wands tightly, fearing that the basilisk would rush out from some unknown place in the next second.

Harry heard it.

Although Dumbledore didn't hear it, he noticed the strange magic.

"Save...save me..." Under the sound of footsteps, there was a faint cry, getting closer.

Someone noticed this movement.

Turning his gaze away, in an instant, he screamed.

It's Professor Lockhart.

He has a pale face and a stooped figure, but the most eye-catching thing is that he can't hide it even if he bends down, his stomach that has been cut open and almost hollowed out.

The remaining organs were neatly stacked, and it seemed that something had been placed there before.

That trace, like a book.

It dawned on Harry that he knew where Lockhart had hidden the dark magic item.

The screams were contagious, shouting one after another from the mouths of one young wizard after another.

Fudge's eyes widened in disbelief.

I sent a letter to myself last night, saying that someone was murdered at Hogwarts today.

result…

Is it himself?

Isn't this way of making headlines a bit too desperate?

"Gidero, what's going on?" He leaned forward and asked with concern.

Lockhart raised his hand: "Quick, save me."

But halfway through the speech, his tongue tied up, and he yelled out a sentence in a strange tone: "The secret room, the secret room has been opened!"

After finishing speaking, he fell headfirst and fell hard to the ground.

Fudge's expression changed, he was a little at a loss, opened his mouth, and looked at the person on the teacher's bench who was still threatened by him just now.

He has reacted.

"All deans, take the students back to the common room. Classes are suspended today." Dumbledore waved his wand, "Prefects and senior students protect the junior students."

Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, also issued orders: "Now, all Aurors will cooperate with the professors, and the rest will search for black magic items."

In the auditorium, the crowd dispersed.

Only Dumbledore, Harry, Fudge and Scrimgeour remained.

And Lockhart, who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Fudge waved his hands in a panic, calling out to those he could command: "Quickly, send him to the school infirmary..."

"Connelly, I don't think so." Dumbledore said slowly, his eyes turned cold.

Fudge was taken aback.

"Tom, won't you come out?" Dumbledore looked at "Lockhart" who fell on the ground, raised his wand, and pointed it at him.

Fudge didn't understand, so: "Dumbledore, what are you talking about? He just..."

He wasn't finished yet.

The person who was lying down propped himself up on the ground, and stood up in a reflexive way, with a smile on his face that Lockhart absolutely could not have: "Professor Dumbledore, long time no see."

Dumbledore looked at the broken stomach, and squeezed the fingers of the wand vigorously: "This is really something you can do."

"Put that in your stomach."

"Put down your wand, Professor." "Lockhart" was still smiling. "What's the use of lifting something you don't need at all?"

Dumbledore didn't listen to him.

"Your behavior worries me too much." "Lockhart" said softly, "Compared to 50 years ago, Professor Dumbledore, you have not improved at all."

"You didn't catch me then."

"You still can't."

"Do people become more and more incompetent when they get older? It seems that I am a bit like you."

Dumbledore responded to him: "Your attainment in soul magic is really unexpected, fused with Lockhart's soul?"

"No, it should be said that Lockhart's soul was fused together by you?"

"No wonder……"

"Lockhart" interrupted him: "No wonder you even used your least favorite black magic, but you only detected a complete soul, no other leftovers, so you can't confirm where I am?"

"You are too kind, my dear Professor Dumbledore. If you can be ruthless, just like... Mr. Grindelwald, an incompetent professor, what's the point of sacrificing him for the greater good?"

"So now, what are you going to do?"

As he spoke, he dragged his heavy body and took a step forward: "My dear professor, this is your best chance."

He raised his hand and stroked the face tenderly: "I stand in front of you defenseless."

"Death Curse?"

"Fiendfire?"

"Or other black magic, you know what I'm referring to, those can easily kill Lockhart, and me parasitic in Lockhart's body-the crisis at Hogwarts can be lifted!"

"Come on, aren't you still holding your wand?"

"It's just a spell. For you, it's easy, and it can even be cast silently."

"It's just a matter of a second."

Dumbledore did nothing.

"Lockhart" was confident and laughed loudly: "Professor Dumbledore, you are great."

"But your weakness is too obvious. Can you lock yourself in this castle and protect your weakness?"

"Obviously with such a powerful force, what about your courage to threaten me by burning my cabinet back then?"

Dumbledore thought of the past.

"Rules are used to restrain the weak." "Lockhart" glanced at Fudge contemptuously, "The weak must obey the strong."

"That's what you taught me."

"But you, as the strongest wizard, are asking for hardship. You want to be bound by the rules set by the weak, and you are willing to bind yourself."

"An incompetent guy wearing the hat of the Minister of Magic can step on your face and give you orders, and you still obey his orders?"

"It's ridiculous."

"My dear professor, this is ridiculous."

"If it was me, he should kneel down now, kiss my instep, and call me master reverently."

"This is what the strongest deserve."

Fudge's face turned pale, and he looked at Dumbledore in horror—and the unknown dark wizard named "Tom" who was using the body of "Lockhart" and caused a major crisis to Hogwarts In comparison, he was more afraid of what he feared day and night: "Dumbledore will replace him as the Minister of Magic."

Harry said nothing.

He looked at "Lockhart" apprehensively, wary of the soul residing in this body.

Language is one of the most powerful magics in the world.

He is obviously proficient in this aspect of magic, wielding the invisible blade, tearing the space between Fudge and Dumbledore.

"You still have time to think about it, to wake up and make amends." "Lockhart" bravely opened his arms, and showed his dissected belly unreservedly and nakedly before Dumbledore's eyes.

"Come on, kill Lockhart, kill me."

"You know that Lockhart deserved what he deserved."

"A criminal who steals other people's lives, as the greatest white wizard and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Professor Dumbledore, you have the ability to flout the laws of the Ministry of Magic and make the most just execution you think."

Dumbledore's expression changed.

Fudge panicked even more.

"Lockhart" waved his wand.

The hourglass appeared out of nowhere, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the fine sand slid down like silk.

"You have only so little time to think about it."

"The magic I left on Lockhart can only last so long."

He stopped talking.

Only the sound of the hourglass rustling down.

Dumbledore still didn't move, Tom pushed the words away, making it difficult for him to do so. The things that made him most at ease in the past few decades have now become the strongest shackles, binding him.

Break decades of principles and no longer play by the rules?
still bound...

"Professor, everything is for Hogwarts, for the students." Harry reminded, his hand had reached into the sorting hat, holding the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.

Dumbledore didn't speak, he looked pained.

It seems to think of many past events.

"Scrimgeour, this is your Auror's job." He finally put down his wand, and said slowly, "But Tom."

"Where's your stuff like that?"

"I'm sure it's not on Lockhart."

"You and I both know what that is."

"Even if I kill him, I can't kill you, and you can't lie to me again."

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