The slacker professor at Hogwarts

040 The Car Lady and the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider

Not every pure-blood family can be called one of the "Holy Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families." At least the Dumbledore family is not, nor is the Flamel family (who produced Nicolas Flamel), nor the Grindelwald family (who produced Gellert Grindelwald).

The origins of these twenty-eight families' honorary titles are now impossible to ascertain, but Lockhart can roughly guess some of them.

That is, these families control or even monopolize certain resources or technologies that profoundly influence wizarding society.

For example, the Ollivander family controls the art of wand making.

Or the Black family; one can always find Black's name in the genealogies of various top powerful families.

What about the Weasley family?

Lockhart guessed it was a magical item.

Although the Weasleys’ Burrow is rather simple, any magical item you pick out from it is a top-tier treasure in the wizarding world.

For example, a clock with a family member's portrait on each hand can display the family member's status in real time.

What Lockhart found most amazing was that its pointer only showed the Weasleys and their seven children.

That means it might be made fresh!

At least one thing is very clear: the clock must have existed before Ginny was born, and then Arthur added a new hand to it after Ginny's birth.

Because he knew too little about what was happening in other people's homes, Lockhart couldn't get a complete answer.

All he knew was—

Mr. Arthur Weasley no longer wanted the magical car that was struggling more and more in the spider web!

This is from the original work.

Ron and Harry were caught driving his magical car recklessly through Muggle society, seriously violating the Statute of Secrecy.

During this period when Arthur intends to thoroughly humiliate Malfoy, Malfoy will definitely do everything in his power to use all his connections to severely punish Arthur as a form of retaliation.

You're in charge of this, arresting wizards who illegally cast spells on Muggle items all the time, while you yourself do it in private. You're quite the expert at it.

The key point is that you not only played around, but also caused such serious consequences—Muggle newspapers have started reporting on flying cars.

They stole from their own lapdog.

Now I've caught you in a weak spot!

Ron's mother even wrote him a yelling letter because of this.

then……

Arthur's magical car in front of him is like Malfoy's family collection, now in a state of heartache at its loss but too painful to bring home and keep again.

Poor Arthur, who built such a magical car, never once flew it due to the limitations of his job and the control of his wife.

"I love this car!"

Lockhart tilted his head back and smiled broadly.

If he intends to be a professor at Hogwarts for the rest of his life, a car seems to be dispensable to him.

But if he plans to steal the Dark Lord's childhood memories and run away to wander the world, then this car's arrival is perfectly timed.

Nice~

"Mr. Car!" Lockhart called out, "Can I help you?"

The car didn't speak, it just struggled more and more violently.

"..."

Lockhart looked at the floating, unjustly deceased fairy with a strange expression. "It seems a little unhappy?"

The unjustly killed fairy covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's a lady."

"???" Lockhart blinked, meeting the rabbits' bewildered gazes.

Good heavens, a classic Ford Anglia, is it a lady?

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the car again. "The car...Ms. Ford Anglia, would you like me to help you?"

P.S.: The vehicle model is a Ford Anglia 105E.

The car finally quieted down, only turning on its headlights and honking its horn twice.

well.

It finally quieted down.

The rabbits all turned their heads to express their gratitude to Lockhart.

But this isn't the end of the story. These spider silks are clearly no ordinary things; they've managed to stick a magical car that can fly into the sky to this spot.

Lockhart tried to poke it with a twig he picked up from the ground, but it felt like he was poking a steel wire, unlike ordinary spider silk which breaks easily when stirred.

Moreover, these spider silks were so sticky that the branches couldn't be pulled off.

Just then, a muffled rumble of thunder came from above, and the earthy scent of the forest rose, as if a downpour was about to begin.

The car lady started struggling desperately again.

The roar of the engine echoed through the forbidden forest.

"Oh~"

Lockhart was startled and quickly looked up to reassure her, "Relax, relax, ma'am, there's no point in doing this."

The car stopped struggling, leaving only the dull roar of the engine, which made people feel depressed.

"Let me think of a way."

"Oh, right."

Lockhart quickly pulled a winged demon from his wizard's robe pocket. "Hey, buddy, I know you're not asleep. How about you help me bite through these spider silks?"

The winged demon's teeth are sharp enough to gnaw through scaly dragon skin, so it doesn't matter where these spider silks come from, it can definitely handle them.

Unexpectedly, the winged demon opened its eyes and looked at them, then shrank back into the palm of its hand in fright.

Lockhart blinked, forced to look at the wronged fairy again. "What happened to it?"

The wronged fairy frowned. "It's afraid that if it flies up, it will get stuck. Once it gets stuck, it might be very difficult to break free."

This……

Lockhart couldn't force it; he knew it would obey even if he ordered it to, but that wouldn't help solve the problem.

In the end, it was Bogut who made the difference.

It does not have a fixed shape, so there is no such thing as being stuck in a physical sense.

To make it work better, Lockhart quickly searched his mind for a suitable solution, and then began to adjust his inner fear. "Come, Boggart, feel the fear in my heart."

The time we've spent together has ultimately fostered a good relationship.

At least Bogut knows how to cooperate with Lockhart without having to wait for the little golden retriever to threaten him.

It transformed into a wisp of black smoke, hovering in mid-air, before slamming violently into the ground. Dust billowed up, and a massive humanoid body slowly straightened up.

He looked to be about the same size as Hagrid, tall and burly, his whole body wrapped in coarse linen stained with blood, a large, blood-stained burlap sack covered his head, and he carried a huge, exaggerated cross-shaped axe that was even bigger than him.

"Upside-down God Corpse" is a type of black magic creature associated with "distorted beliefs." These creatures are mostly of the "butcher" type and are commonly seen in some chaotic and haphazard folk rituals.

These are relatively easy to deal with dark magic creatures, because they are characterized by their immense strength as undead, and a powerful burst of flame can take them down.

Ancient experts specializing in dark magic creatures liked to collectively refer to these creatures as "laborers".

Laborers, get to work!

Lockhart waved his hand, directing Boggart to step forward and chop at the spider web.

The effect was good; with one swing of the axe, several spider silk threads snapped open simultaneously.

Although the giant axe might get stuck on other spider webs, it's a Boggart, not a real upside-down corpse, so they can just conjure up another axe.

Progress is slow, but problems are being solved little by little in a real and tangible way.

Boom~~

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the rabbits began to feel uneasy.

As a bolt of lightning struck the forest, its flashes in the darkness startled the rabbits, who began to flee in terror toward their burrows.

One of the larger-looking rabbits ran up to Lockhart's feet and bit his trouser leg, trying to pull him down the rabbit hole.

"I'm working on it right now," Lockhart said with a bright smile to the rabbit. "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. You guys go find shelter from the rain."

However, the rabbit continued to tug at his trouser leg.

But at that moment, the unjustly killed fairy suddenly turned her head to look at a dark corner in the forbidden forest, "Danger is approaching, be careful!"

Lockhart narrowed his eyes, glanced at the little golden retriever on his shoulder, and drew his wand, waving it in that direction.

Suddenly, the forest mist billowed out, and three gray wolves stepped out and ran in that direction.

As I was running, a shadow suddenly fell.

Do!

With a dull thud, something covered in sharp barbs, resembling a giant scythe, fell from the sky, piercing the gray wolf and embedding itself deep into the soil.

The gray wolf dissipated into mist.

Lockhart finally saw clearly what was coming—a spider as big as a magical car!

Eight-eyed giant spider!

The offspring of Hagrid's pet Aragog, but now Aragog is old and increasingly unable to control his offspring.

It is said that an adult giant spider can be as big as an elephant, with its two legs spread out to cover a range of nearly five meters. Obviously, the ones in front of us are not yet fully grown.

It's really hard to imagine how Harry and Ron managed to run around in such a monster's lair unscathed in the original books.

Lockhart observed curiously for a while, then ignored it and turned back to continue observing Boggart's progress.

He hoped that he could have a proper talk with the car after it was rescued.

Perhaps he could offer it some routine maintenance as payment in exchange for its services?

Or perhaps magical cars also have some need for food or other necessities? Gasoline or something?

He had almost no valuable wisdom to draw upon in the field of magical creation.

The eight-eyed spiders quickly emerged from the darkness and surrounded the area.

then……

An atmosphere of fear and despair swept through this corner of the Forbidden Forest.

Almost simultaneously, all their jet-black, glossy eyes turned dull, and they all froze in place like sculptures.

One of the giant eight-eyed spiders, which was slowly descending from the sky using its web, was hanging in mid-air, swaying and twitching as it curled up into a ball. Finally, the web broke and it fell to the ground, rolling a long way.

"Lady Car..."

Lockhart looked up at the car, carefully choosing his words, "Can we talk? After you get off."

Diudiu~

The woman in the car looked very happy with the state of those monstrous spiders, and even the sound of her horn was filled with joy.