Hermione, join me as Minister of Magic!

Lockhart's lips tightened a little - because according to the agreement between him and Moody, the signal flare meant "There is an unexpected situation, it is unknown whether it is dangerous or not".

It seems that the reinforcements will not come, on the contrary, I have to go back and have a look.

The hooded men here also noticed this situation, they stopped hesitating, and immediately turned their heads and retreated.

"It seems that Mr. Lockhart still has something to do, so we won't bother you. I wish you all the best!"

It’s different from when they came in menacingly? When the thugs retreated, they looked a little disheartened, and it is estimated that they will not talk about this matter for a long time. After all, it is not honorable for a large group of people to be forced to retreat by one person.

And Lockhart can be sure that even if they talk, they will only exaggerate the strength of Lockhart Temple to avoid embarrassing themselves.

After seeing these people disperse, Lockhart put away the ring of fire under his feet, and saw Dawlish who had come late.

"Nice job, textbook situational control... oh!"

Dawlish came forward with some embarrassment, wanting to pat Lockhart on the shoulder to show his friendliness.

There were too many people on the mob side just now, he really didn't dare to shout from behind according to the original plan, announcing "You are surrounded by me"

Besides, he also found out that among these people there were several pure-bloods he knew,

This made him even more afraid to make a move.But now that the thugs have dispersed, he naturally

Want to get back on track with Lockhart?

As a result, his slap came down to nothing.

His hand passed through "Lockhart" as if passing through the air.

He lost his balance and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he reacted in time and stabilized his body before he made a fool of himself.

"You are..." He looked at Lockhart standing there in surprise.

As a result, Lockhart just tapped himself lightly, and he himself appeared three meters away with a 5-swipe sound.

"Although it is necessary for us to show the toughness of the Ministry of Magic in the situation just now, how could I stand stupidly and let people focus fire?" Lockhart smiled at him, "Dawlish, I believe Your spell class is better than what I learned, but there are some things you have to fight to know."

Obviously, he just used some means to make himself look like he was standing there just now.Dawlish finally understood.

If Lockhart wanted to use the illusion and confusion spells, even the Aurors would not be able to tell in the first time, and Dawlish had already learned this.

Not only did Lockhart do a great job of imposing manner, but he also used the center of the fire ring to mislead the thugs.Dawlish asked himself, if he was one of those people, and if he suddenly became malicious and wanted to sneak attack, he would also attack the illusion that Lockhart revealed.

Then these people will be beaten by Lockhart with a "difference" that Professor Flitwick will praise unceasingly

Chapter 260 Six Changes

Lockhart checked the surroundings and found no remaining flames, then used magic to carry the Roberts couple back to the house, and then cast an Oblivion Curse on them.

"...the hippies are getting louder and louder, and even set off fireworks that are easy to catch fire. It took a lot of effort for our couple to stop them, and even threatened to call the police to get these guys to stop, So I'm tired now...that's about it! Dawlish...why are you looking at me here?"

After modifying the memory of the couple, Lockhart sighed and stared at the Auror beside him, looking a little annoyed.

"What's wrong?" Dawlish looked a little confused, "I'm an apprentice."

"Apprentices are not now." Lockhart had nothing to say to him, "I am enough to deal with the Muggles' problems alone, shouldn't you follow the gang of thugs to confirm whether they have honestly dispersed? Are you asleep?"

"Ah!" Dawlish suddenly realized, "I'll do it now."

He immediately drew his wand and walked out.

Lockhart shook his head after him.

This kid, reading is stupid... He has been reduced to the point where he doesn't know what to do unless he is told how to do it.

But after kicking the idiot away, Lockhart fell into another kind of sorrow.

It was such a good pretentious scene just now, but no one else could see it except the gang of Death Eater reservists and Dawlish, which undoubtedly made Lockhart very sad.

Considering that those Death Eaters would never take the initiative to disclose such a shameful thing, and Dawlish is from Fudge's side, so the feat he just did is tantamount to doing it to the air.

If it can be spread to the outside world, his prestige value can at least increase a lot. If he becomes the Minister of Magic in the future, his approval rate will at least increase by another 5 percentage points.

He even thought of the title of the promotional news - "In order to stick to the justice in your heart, you are willing to be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero, even if it is only for a second, even if you are alone against the world"

It's a pity... alas...

With regret in his heart, he left around the camp and prepared to rush back to the temporary hotel of the Ministry of Magic.

He didn't notice at all, but not far away, someone watched the whole process of his pretending.

After Lockhart left, several ladies in pajamas crept away from the window of the caravan and sat in the dining room of the car's kitchen.

Because the parking lot was the closest to the camp keeper's hut, they were awakened by the alarm magic in the car when the thugs just approached, and then took out their wands together, preparing to resist possible attacks.

But now that Lockhart had sorted it out, they wouldn't need to show their faces, and it probably wasn't such a good idea to be exposed in pajamas to a bunch of alcoholic men.

"I don't know what Grindelwald's magic is, but the one just now is definitely not" Hermione whispered to Ginny and Mrs. Weasley.

"Really? Are you sure?" Mrs. Weasley said hesitantly, "I've heard from the elders before, the blue Fiendfyer that almost destroyed Paris..."

"No, that's just an ordinary flame, which has been treated constantly, but because of this, due to the lack of magic power, the temperature has also dropped. At most, it can only be put in a bottle to warm your hands. You see, even the grass Not burnt…”

Even though it was midnight, Hermione seemed in high spirits.

Mrs. Weasley was amazed: "It sounds like you know a lot about this magic

"Ah... yes, I happened to know."

For some reason, Hermione blushed a little.

Because that's my magic!Hermione cried out inwardly.

This magic was improved by Hermione in the first year based on the principle of "alcohol, urn and fire", and apart from Lockhart, few people have heard its principle in its entirety. They either seemed impatient or dismissive.

Mrs. Weasley was also in a very restless mood now, so she didn't notice Hermione's expression, and besides, she was pretty much the same now.

"It turned out that I was just scaring those cowards... It's not surprising. Those people are just drinking too much cat urine. As long as there are brave people standing in front of them, they will not dare to go one step further." She finally figured it out. Lockhart just now move.

Although Lockhart did not use the legendary blue Fiercefire, this does not prevent Mrs. Weasley and Hermione from having a glorious image of Lockhart in their hearts. After all, Gryffindor-style bravery and Ravenclaw-style Their wisdom does not conflict, and it can even be said to complement each other.

When something like "Nuyu" that should only exist in the clouds descends to earth, few can continue to remain sacred. After entering the Ministry of Magic and becoming a colleague of Mr. Weasley, Lockhart is undoubtedly more real than the image in the book, but But also more lively.

Ginny lacked the influence of Lockhart's pile of expensive books, so although she also thought it was cool to see a person holding a wand to control a group of people, and Lockhart's teaching level seemed to be very high, but she She faintly felt that Harry Potter was more in line with the image of the savior in her mind.

Don't ask why, it's the filter effect.

Mrs. Weasley sighed in her heart, whether her two worrying sons were stubborn

How bad was it that they didn't get an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Hermione and Ginny started chattering about what happened just now.

After such a scene, they really couldn't fall asleep.

Seeing that both girls looked sleepless and in high spirits, Mrs. Weasley had to intervene.

She touched her daughter's hair, "Okay, go back to sleep quickly, staying up late is not good for your health, or...do you want a cup of hot milk before going to bed? There is a big box of that Muggle thing called "refrigerator" . "

"Okay, Mom."

Ginny has always looked very well-behaved in front of Mrs. Weasley, but when she and Hermione were lying on the bed in the back room, the two sleepless girls started chatting privately again-this is the most important thing in Gryffindor. They couldn't do it in college.

After the riot subsided, the Weasley family men, Sirius, Harry and others belatedly, finally rushed to the parking lot next to the camp to check the situation.

After learning that Mrs. Weasley and the three of them were fine, they were relieved-who knows if those Death Eater purebloods will harm others.

Mrs. Weasley also took the opportunity to ask the question in her heart: "Arthur, I just saw warning fireworks over the Ministry of Magic officials, what happened?

Mr. Weasley yawned: "It's not a big deal, I just heard from them that the people from the Bulgarian International Department told the guards that they wanted to see someone, and they went out secretly by themselves. Now they can't be contacted, and the owls can't track them." Arrive... I guess I went to the nightclub in Knockturn Alley, right?"

Chapter 260 The Shadow of the Seventh Upgrade

In the makeshift protection camp set up by the Ministry of Magic, Moody was having a fit of rage.

"Which bastard let him out?"

He had a cold face, and there was anger in his tone that was chilling even though he tried his best to suppress it.

Although old Moody had retired long ago, when he started swearing, these genuine Aurors could only be scolded obediently and dared not speak back.

— On the one hand, it is because Moody is old, and on the other hand, they are really doing something wrong.The few Aurors guarding the door were a little embarrassed, and then they all focused on one person.

""Williamson! Moody's magic eyes fixed on the young Auror. "What did that guy say before he went out?" "

"He said that it's not his first time in England, so he wants to go to the bar for fun..." Williamson quickly explained, "They are distinguished guests after all."

"Then why didn't you send someone to follow?" Moody asked pressing forward.Williamson's expression became more cramped.

"This... some places are really difficult for us to follow, and the distinguished guests don't like to be surrounded by people when they are doing something. Before he entered the camp, he bought a few clean sheep intestines, so I..."

Of course, Moody knew exactly what the washed intestines were.In fact, because he couldn't find a partner, he used this thing in the bar room several times when he was young.

But the crux of the problem now is not here.

"So you just decided to turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye." Moody said with a look of hatred.

He said in a weak tone, "...well, who gave him the authority to 0

Williamson glanced at Fu, who had hurried out of the tent with his nightcap on his head.

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When you want to speak, you stop, and when you stop talking, you want to.

How could Moody not understand after seeing him like this.

"Forget it, you don't need to talk about it." He took out his wand, "Two people came to look for it with me, and I couldn't even find the tracking spell. He was obviously blocked, and I don't know what he was planning... oh, Gilderoy, you're back."

With the help of the firelight, Lockhart looked around at the dejected colleagues around him, and found that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"It should be settled on my side. Did something happen here during my absence?" he asked.

"Signal first!" said Moody in a gruff voice. "Dobby Bludger."

"Break Harry's head." Lockhart answered immediately.

Moody nodded slightly, confirming Lockhart's identity—the password was correct, if it was an outsider, he would definitely not know the connection between these two things.

"When we woke people up, the Bulgarian International Director wasn't in the hotel tent," he told Lockhart, who had told our people to go to the pub to hang out, and then they were nowhere to be found. "

"Not there?" Lockhart was also taken aback, "Can't find the tracking spell?"

"Yes, that's the problem. I couldn't find the tracking spell. The bartender and some people at the bar said that they had indeed seen him, but they said they didn't know when he left." Moody said with a gloomy face. There was news that alarmed Lockhart.

"Wait a minute..." Fudge interrupted suddenly, nightcap still on his head, "I don't think it's a big deal, do you? He's out to have some fun, and he put a shielding spell on him for fear we'd find out and embarrass him..."

Moody snorted, apparently too lazy to explain to Fudge.

Lockhart had to take over the job: "But they have to leave the next day with the recharged Portkey, so even if he finds someone nice in the bar, he can't go to someone else. He spent the night there, not to mention that he had no need to spend time in England, and he didn’t even tell his deputy or the director of the sports department.” Han Jin thought he lied to us?But...they are guests, so it's okay to give them some free space, right?And what can he do? ’ Fudge was puzzled.

Lockhart decided not to answer the question at all.

He turned to Moody, and began to ask his main concern: "Alastor, are you sure that's really the Director of Bulgaria himself?"

Moody immediately understood what he meant: "Absolutely sure, at least until I escorted the guests into this camp, my magic eye didn't see any traces, and he didn't drink anything during the game. "

For some reason, Lockhart suddenly remembered the quarrel he had overheard outside the toilet door.

"What about the camp? Has anyone seen him in the camp?" Lockhart hurriedly continued to ask

Moody turned his gaze to Kingsley Shacklebolt, who shook his head at him.

"In other words, no one has seen him in the camp..." Lockhart thought for a while, "Why don't we ask tent by tent, maybe when we find him, he is sleeping with a certain lady in a tent and said indefinite."

Moody thought for a moment, then nodded: "It seems that's the only way to go."

Working in the Ministry of Magic is a bad thing. It is very busy when you are free, but it is also very busy when you are busy. Even if Lockhart hasn't had a good night's sleep for several nights in a row, now he still has to accompany other people. Together, tent by tent were searched.

This work did not go very well, because after the World Cup everyone

It was very lively for a while, and most of them were asleep at this time, and many of them were still drinking, so it became an extremely difficult task to wake up these wizards.

Because Lockhart can speak Bulgarian, he was responsible for checking the most important Bulgarian fan area. He had to speak half-baked Bulgarian and asked tent after tent.

People who were woken up in the middle of the night were certainly not in a good mood, even if it was Gilderoy Lockhart who woke them up.They basically got up from the tent cursing and sent him away with a "greeting" from Bulgaria.

Although Lockhart is also full of anger, he still has to keep smiling, so angry.

When he dodged a candlestick flying out from the entrance of the tent and left in front of the No. 20 tents he was in charge of checking, a red magic light bullet suddenly rose from the corner of the camp, so he immediately rushed to The location where the signal flare came out.

After he landed, he found that the person who sent out the signal flare was Dawlish who had just returned to the camp, and he was in the camp where the pure-blood family set up tents.