It is now 1993. "911" has not yet happened in the United States, and terrorist attacks have not yet occupied most of the headlines in newspapers. This is the golden age of the global arms trade. Internet "weapon collectors" like Lu Yuan, who spend a lot of money and have huge industries to their names, are also the most popular customers of arms dealers. They never care about price for what they love, and it is almost impossible to cause trouble. Therefore, they can directly purchase the weapons they need from government-controlled arms dealers. As long as it is marked as "defensive equipment," the missiles will dare to remove the fuses and sell them to you. !
It's nothing to show off with a fighter jet, you have to be satisfied with showing off your wealth.
"It's a fighter jet?!" Seeing the black figure passing by at low altitude above his head, Lockhart, as one of the few well-informed people on the magic side, recognized what just flew by. Lockhart was so surprised that his eyes almost dropped. come out! "Waterfalk, why is the Muggle plane here?"
"Relax, it's just a jaguar." Lao Lu picked up the tea cup calmly, as if he didn't see the falling umbrella flower. "Old fighter jets are a bit low-grade. It's a pity that the British Air Force only has this kind of stuff."
Lockhart was almost frightened, but Lu Yuan still looked dissatisfied. It's a pity that the e2ooo "Typhoon" fighter jet jointly developed by Europe is still on the drawing board. Using that pretentiousness best meets the needs of Lao Liu's low-key...
As expected of a professional, the low-altitude delivery of the fighter jet was quite accurate, and it was seen flying towards the two people at an angle. When the parachute was about to hit the roof of the Screaming Shack, Lu Yuan took out his wand and pointed at the parachute falling in the sky, "Call the supply box."
The huge military supply box seemed to be pulled by a rope and moved unscientifically directly to the table between the two of them.
"Compared with World War II, except for replacing crates with plastic materials, there is almost no progress in this thing." Old 6 complained, tapping the box with his wand, and the lid automatically opened, revealing the inside. Arms of various colors neatly arranged! All are British-style equipment!
On the front of the first floor are two Lao 8o 94mm anti-tank rocket launchers placed front and back, as well as four spare rockets standing neatly on the side. The second floor is neatly stacked with various grenades and C4 explosives. ! Two specially made stab-resistant suits, snake venom serum, lighting rods, two large-caliber pistols loaded with accessories, countless magazines, and more gadgets. The most conspicuous among them are two head-mounted night vision devices.
The third layer is a shining silver titanium alloy metal mesh. It doesn't look very big, but when opened it can almost cover a large room. It is full of tiny barbs, making it impossible for any creature to get entangled in it and remove it easily.
Finally, hanging inside the box lid is a blue steel military crossbow and ten neatly arranged explosive crossbow bolts!
"Hiss!" Seeing these things, Lockhart gasped with a toothache!
"Isn't this... too exaggerated?!" Lockhart is not as closed-minded as most people on the magic side, because he has been traveling in the Muggle world for a long time, and he knows almost all these things! It can be seen that Lockhart has hardly used any modern weapons except for occasionally carrying a pistol when exploring! From his perspective, he would have to rely on wands to eliminate dark magical creatures, and he had never considered modern weapons. Now let him see this, and Lockhart was so frightened that he didn't know where to put his hands.
"Lockhart," Lu Yuan patted his shoulder deeply, his eyes were melancholy and peaceful.
"Do you know how to look professional? You are completely unprofessional in this regard!"
"How is that possible!" Lockhart was immediately angry when he was complained about being unprofessional. "I'm prepared too!" He angrily opened his pocket and took out a red and yellow... robe? "What is this?!" Lu Yuan knew without even thinking that Lockhart was bragging again and that the target was probably him! So his face was gloomy, as if water was dripping from his face.
"This...that, 6," Lockhart realized then that he had done something stupid again in his excitement. This dress was taken out without any preparation. "Dear 6," his sincere eyes kept clicking, but he couldn't squeeze out tears. "They oppress me, they obviously don't believe me! I need to give them confidence, and you know, the best way is to have a great friend. So... in the end, in the end... I can only say, you have to pretend A lama..."
"I, I m..." Lao Liu was so angry that he didn't know what to say.
Seeing Old Liu clenching his fists angrily, Lockhart quickly raised his lama's robe and covered his head.
"Don't slap me in the face!"
"I'm sorry, kids. I'm sorry!"
Professor McGonagall stood on the stage in the auditorium. She said "sorry" repeatedly into the microphone, almost crying. The students did not sit in their respective seats. They stood around the podium, like birds nestling next to the female bird. Unfortunately, even the female bird cannot protect their safety now.
"Children, as you all know, another child has been attacked by a monster. I have to tell you all this. Dumbledore has been fired by the board of directors, and our teachers are at their wits end... I'm sorry, kids... Hogwarts... That's it." Two lines of tears finally flowed down Professor McGonagall's wrinkles. There were countless low sobs among the students.
No one mentioned Gerald Lockhart again, because in the afternoon, countless people saw him escaping the school in a hurry without even taking his luggage! At this moment, no matter whether a boy or a girl, when they see Lockhart again, they will smash his book into his face!
Professor McGonagall choked up and finally suppressed her grief and continued. "...Everyone must live in the Great Hall tonight, and the teachers will guard you for the last night! Tomorrow, everyone will leave here on the Hogwarts Express..."
"After this holiday, will we come back?" A child asked loudly.
All the students immediately looked expectantly at Professor McGonagall and the deans of their respective colleges standing behind Professor McGonagall. It's a pity that the teachers all have straight faces, no expressions, and no information at all. At this moment, Slytherin Academy, the base camp of the pure-blood faction, was completely silent, even if it was not afraid of being attacked by monsters. They also gloated when Muggle half-bloods were attacked but no one wanted the school to be closed!
"...I don't know, dear, I can only say that you need to wait for notification." Professor McGonagall clenched and unclenched her hands, "It depends on the decision of the board of directors. They will hire experts and Aurors to thoroughly clean up Huo during the holidays. Gwarts, or simply close the school... I really don't know. But if the monster cannot be eliminated, then the thousand-year history of Hogwarts will end today."
Thinking that this year happens to be the 1,000th anniversary of the founding of Hogwarts, all the teachers suddenly had the illusion of divine providence!
Suddenly, an atmosphere of grief condensed in the sky above the auditorium, and even the magical sky on the roof of the auditorium turned into a thunderstorm.
Just when thousands of people were silent, "No, Hogwarts will never end today!" Someone shouted loudly, which was accompanied by the thunder exploding in the sky, which was deafening!
"Who is it? Who is making the noise?" Professor McGonagall clapped her hands on the microphone vigorously. She looked around the group of students and saw that both Harry and Ron were there, which made her slightly relieved. Compared to closing the school, Professor McGonagall was more worried about these young and impulsive students doing something irrational when their passion got the best of them. The disappearance of Ginny Weasley has made her extremely sad. If there are any more casualties among students, she will never be able to rest at ease in her life!
But Professor McGonagall noticed that all the students were turning their heads and looking in the direction of the door.
Could it be that the person speaking was someone outside the house?
"Bump!" The two heavy doors of the Hogwarts auditorium were violently pushed open from the outside and hit the walls on both sides! A man stood in the storm and loudly announced: "If you want to close Hogwarts, I, Gilderoy Lockhart, will never agree to it!"
The magical weather above the Great Hall of Hogwarts faithfully reflects the weather conditions outside, but it will not actually rain or snow. In other words, the weather on the roof at the moment is a thunderstorm, which means it is also raining heavily outside.
Therefore, the open door allowed the strong wind and rain to sweep into the auditorium in sheets! The children standing on the outside couldn't help but scream, but they were immediately shut up by the huge pressure coming towards them. I saw the silhouettes of two tall men standing at the entrance of the gate like mountains.
One of them stepped forward, casually pulled off the raincloth on his body and threw it on the aisle.
"Ah! It's Mr. Lockhart!" The students couldn't help but exclaimed that the man walking over dripping with water was really the Lockhart who "escaped" in the afternoon, but he was not the "Lockhart" they were familiar with. ! The man in front of me, wearing half hard leather armor, carrying a huge steel crossbow, with a potion bottle hanging on his belt, the iron chain occasionally clanging against the ground, and with ferocious eyes... is he really that peacock Lockhart? !
"Teacher!" Without looking at the frightened little beasts, Gilderoy Lockhart's gaze jumped directly over the heads of the students, looking straight at Professor McGonagall. "You promised me that you could find my assistant and come back to solve the secret room and monsters! But you didn't do it!"
His slightly angry and questioning eyes made Professor McGonagall speechless for a moment. Is this really my student, Lockhart, who cheats and deceives all day long without telling a word of truth? "I'm sorry, Lockhart. I really don't know... I thought..." Professor McGonagall suddenly realized that she might have never understood her students. Perhaps Lockhart has really changed a lot in the years since he left...
"Stop your farce, Lockhart!" Just when Professor McGonagall hesitated, Potions Professor Severus Snape stood up. Unlike Professor McGonagall, who was a good old man, Snape, a former Death Eater, had a lot of lives on his hands! So he easily saw through Lockhart's bluff! The aura that shocked all the students when Lockhart opened the door came not so much from Lockhart as from the person standing behind him.
That man didn't know what he had gone through, and the murderous aura in him was almost as real as the real thing! Even the murderous Voldemort may not be able to compare!
After pausing on that man for a moment, Severus Snape returned his gaze to Lockhart. "You idiot, we are saving your life by not letting you go! You don't know the horror of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets being opened, and you don't know what kind of ferocious monster you are about to face! It is similar to the sleeping monsters you wrote The story is completely different! Don't be stupid, Lockhart! We don't have time to tolerate your nonsense anymore..."
"Basilisk!" Lockhart, who was standing quietly as Snape spat at him, suddenly said. "What?" Snape didn't hear clearly and asked with a frown.
"I say," Lockhart said in a louder voice, "that monster placed in the chamber of secrets is a basilisk! A monster egg laid by a rooster when Sirius is in the sky and hatched by a toad! Its sight can cause death. , but indirect gaze will only petrify people. This is the truth about the students who were attacked at Hogwarts!"
In the crowd, Harry Potter shivered suddenly after hearing Lockhart's words, as did Ron. The two looked at each other in horror and whispered, "He really knows!" Yes, these two guys just guessed that the monster was a snake after Hermione's prompting. They were planning to use their invisibility cloak to sneak away and rescue Ginny tonight. Unexpectedly, Lockhart really knew the answer and said it in public.
"Basilisk?" Snape repeated first, and then realized that what Lockhart said was probably true! Unlike students, professors each have a wealth of knowledge with just a few hints and experience. So when Lockhart said the word basilisk, they quickly remembered countless information about basilisk, and then immediately matched it one by one with the situation in which the students were attacked! It’s really a basilisk! Suddenly, their confidence in Lockhart grew exponentially!
Snape was surprised, but he still didn't believe that Lockhart could really defeat the basilisk. As a poor man who had been harassed and tortured by Lockhart for a whole year, he wanted to crush this big talker to death every moment. ! It can be said that Snape's trust in Lockhart has been extremely low! So, after he thought for a moment and realized that he couldn't find a flaw in Lockhart, he shifted his focus to the man standing behind Lockhart, "Is this the... Lama you invited? Haha, don't Tell me he is a lama?"
The two men who walked in were armed to the teeth. But unlike Lockhart, the man behind was wearing a military uniform and body armor, with a rocket launcher on his back, his body filled with various magazines and grenades, and a big, fierce gun in his hand! He is just a brutal American soldier, and he doesn't look like a Tibetan lama.
"Pop" the man flicked the brim of his hat, took out a cigar and lit it. After taking a deep breath, he walked directly in front of Snape, looked down at the professor with ferocious eyes, and blew a puff of smoke into his face!
"I and Lockhart are witchers who specialize in hunting magical creatures, code-named "Lama"! ... By the way, you weak chicken have any objections?"
ps: If you are interested in what happened to Lao Lei during this period, please check Weibo. I won’t say it here. To be continued.
