Friday.
During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart acted as if nothing had happened.
His teaching model still makes people feel bad, especially when he asked several students to play trolls and werewolves and start to interpret their glorious history.
"This is the worst class I've ever had."
Neville was miserable, and even Malfoy was not spared from being pulled over to become a vampire.
John still didn't add any points. Originally, Lockhart wanted John to come up and play the role of the Tibetan Snowman.
But seeing John's murderous look, he didn't dare to continue asking.
Hermione was a little skeptical at this time, but how could someone who could write such an excellent article be someone who didn't understand anything.
She was extremely confused.
"Neville, why are you carrying a sword on your back?"
Ron was still annoyed that his wand flew out and hit Professor Flitwick on the head during Charms class in the morning. When he turned around, he saw Neville with a sword on his back.
Harry was surprised: "Are you going to take a sword to settle a score with Malfoy?"
"No, it's John. He said he wanted to make me stronger, and he also said he wanted me to become a sword master."
Neville felt a lot of strange looks, and he didn't want to carry the sword, but John made him get used to it.
His words reminded Harry of the scene last year when John wielded a big sword against the troll. Harry said thoughtfully: "Maybe John is protecting Neville from Malfoy. After all, Malfoy is most afraid of John."
Ron felt that carrying a sword on his back did not mean that Neville would become John, but it was not impossible.
"Let's go see Hagrid tomorrow," Harry suggested.
Hermione had no plans that day, so she agreed.
Four people walked in the corridor, and John came out of a door.
John greeted several people: "Hello, Ron, I'm looking for you."
Ron was stunned when he heard that it was him.
"John what's the matter with you?"
"You forgot, I promised to repair your wand."
John raised his small bag and said with a smile: "I have been looking for some materials in the past few days to see if I can repair it for you."
Ron held John's hand excitedly and said happily: "That's great John, you don't even know that this damn wand hit Professor Flitwick's head today."
"Well...that's really miserable."
John took his wand and the two pieces were taped together.
The simple and crude maintenance methods are so simple that dogs would shake their heads after seeing them.
“Aspen wood plus unicorn hair.”
"This belongs to Charlie. It's mine after I go to school."
Ron blushed a little. His family was a little poor and he even had to take his brother's wand.
John shook his head upon seeing this and said regretfully: "If this is the case, I suggest you give up this wand."
"Oh, please John, I don't have any more money to buy a new one."
Ron became anxious when he heard that it couldn't be repaired.
He didn't want to get any more howler letters.
Harry on the side comforted him: "Ron, I can give you money to buy a new one."
As a hidden rich man, Harry was very generous. Ron felt a little uncomfortable because he didn't want to spend his friends' money.
"No, this wand has been damaged. Maybe the core can be kept to match the new wand wood. I happen to have a good material on hand."
As Ollivander said, the wizard picks the wand, and the wand picks the wizard.
John had some suspicions that the reason why Ron often made mistakes in using magic was because of the wand.
He pulled out the unicorn hair core inside, and John handed the aspen wood to Ron.
"It will take about a week. During this time, you can use this one."
Taking out his spare wand, John smiled and said, "It just so happens that this wand also has a unicorn hair core."
After Ron took it, although it was much shorter in length, it could still be used.
"Then I'll leave first. Neville, you just happen to be leaving with me."
Pulling Neville away, John said goodbye to the three little ones.
...
Neville endured John's brutal training, and by the time he left, he couldn't even lift his hands.
John cut a good branch from the Whomping Willow and used it as wand wood. The sensitivity on it might make the wand even better.
On the way back, he met Lockhart.
The liar teacher smiled at John.
"Mr. Wick, I think we can go to the office and chat for a while."
Lockhart extended an invitation to John, and John wondered what he had in mind.
But he wasn't worried. Lockhart wouldn't be Voldemort's subordinates just like Quirrell, right?
Nodding in agreement, John followed Lockhart to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor.
It is filled with photos of Lockhart. It is not difficult to see that Lockhart is a narcissistic and vain person.
After sitting down, Lockhart asked: "I heard that you defeated a troll in your first year? You are really a talented wizard. Of course, this is not as good as the five consecutive "Wizard Weekly" most charming smile awards. .”
As he spoke, he did not forget to boast. John looked at him expressionlessly, which made Lockhart feel a little embarrassed after talking for a while.
"Ahem, I want to ask, what do you think of me, uh... I mean what do you think of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Lockhart came to Hogwarts for fame and fortune. Although he was a best-selling author, his abilities and stories were controversial.
In order to silence the outside world, he volunteered to teach at Hogwarts.
It's just that he forgot that the mysterious man left a curse on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
He made a joke in the first class of school, and today's class also made him realize that his tall image in the minds of students had disappeared.
He found that whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, they all maintained a kind of respect for John in front of them.
This made Lockhart have other thoughts. He said sincerely: "It's not that I can't help it, but you also know that as a celebrity, you have to be busy with too many things, so I want to hire an assistant, preferably someone who can do it for me." Fix some things.”
"You mean your teaching skills are not good enough, so you want to quit?"
John glanced at Lockhart and said bluntly: "With all due respect, you must have heard the legend about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right? This position is not a good one."
Lockhart couldn't help but feel a little angry when his true feelings were told. He didn't expect that when he came to talk, he would make the students look down on him.
He argued: "How is it possible? I am Gilderoy Lockhart, the holder of the Order of Merlin, Level 3, continuously..."
"Okay, it's not impossible if you want my help, but I can only help you when you are in second grade. I can't help you at other times."
John interrupted, increasingly doubting whether the contents of Lockhart's story had been written by a gunman.
Lockhart's face darkened. John was indeed talking about a problem. He couldn't hire an assistant for every grade, right?
Seeing John's lack of respect for him, Lockhart knew that the other man had already doubted him.
In order to maintain his image as a powerful wizard, Lockhart had to abandon this plan.
In this case, don't blame yourself for taking the first step.
He pulled out his wand the moment John turned around, "Obliviate"
This was his best spell, and he used it to steal many wonderful stories from various wizards.
A smile appeared on his face. As long as John forgot about today's conversation, he could still continue to use bad teaching to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
The moment the spell was activated, the amulet on John's body gave a warning.
The Oblivion Curse was counteracted by the Iron Armor Curse.
John's face darkened, this guy actually dared to attack him in school.
He turned to look at the astonished Lockhart unkindly, and John said coldly: "It seems you are not a good person."
"Why are you okay?"
This was the first time Lockhart's all-powerful Oblivion Charm failed.
John drew his wand and pointed it at Lockhart.
The next second, white light exploded in the office, and cracks appeared on the walls.
All the photos of Lockhart in the room were destroyed, and Lockhart was leaning against the wall with a look of panic on his face.
"Wait, I'm leaving Hogwarts right now, please let me go."
Lockhart panicked. He didn't expect that this little wizard would actually dare to take action.
Moreover, the curse was aimed at his head. If it was touched, his head might explode like a balloon.
While begging for mercy, Lockhart's hand crookedly reached for the wand next to him.
Just when they were about to touch it, John's wand shot out white light and blasted a crater in Lockhart's hand.
Lockhart didn't dare move now, and John stared at him, thinking about what to do with him.
