The slacker professor at Hogwarts

037 One shot, one kill

Lockhart, with his extraordinary understanding of magic and keen judgment of the situation, anticipated the possible attack with the first Killing Curse and dodged in advance, thus avoiding being hit.

For his second killing curse, he summoned a gray wolf from the forest in a silent, staffless manner. Although it was a very simple curse, it successfully averted a fatal crisis.

And now.

The third deadly curse was released almost immediately after the second, in such a rapid manner.

Lockhart finally understood where Snape had learned his three-hit combo from; such a magical attack was too fierce and intense.

He was about to despair.

As a result, a bat fell from the treetop and landed right in front of the spell.

As the breath of life dissipated, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately.

I am extremely fortunate.

Of course, he wasn't celebrating his good luck, but rather his decision to bring all the dark magic creatures with him.

The terrified, wronged fairy had somehow floated out of his body, her long rabbit ears standing upright in the wind, and her entire body cracked open with gaping, blood-red mouths and fangs.

The bats we just saw were summoned by her.

Guardians of the earth.

The little golden retriever quickly jumped out of his pocket, climbed onto his shoulder, and grinned at Ginny Weasley, who was not far away.

"Gurgle?"

Its little head was filled with too many questions: Why had its magical environment of fear and despair failed again?

This is the third one, after the master and Dumbledore!

"I can't stand it!" it cried out urgently, urging Boggart to attack the little girl quickly.

But Boggart screamed in terror from inside his sleeve, "She has no soul! I can't feel her soul! She's just an empty shell!"

Yes, Ginny Weasley, whose lifeless eyes were now vacant after being affected by the magic diary and had been given a similar "Immortal Curse" effect, looked like an empty shell.

Lockhart ignored them, and with a slight sway of the ring in his hand, a sleek white ash wood flying broom appeared in his hand.

Almost the instant the broom appeared, he stepped onto the footrest extending from the branch hoop, and with one hand holding on and the other stepping on, he instantly took off and rushed into the thick canopy of the forbidden forest.

He instructed Harry and his friends on how to use flying brooms to improve their mobility in combat, naturally because he himself knew how to use them.

His greatest strength, far surpassing Lockhart, lies in putting his wisdom into action, rather than merely engaging in empty talk.

In the instant his body moved swiftly, his arm naturally drew out his wand using the momentum.

"A pack of gray wolves!"

The forest mist churned, and a gray wolf was summoned once more, lunging at Ginny Weasley as she tried to cast another spell on him.

But this trick was obviously too childish, and she couldn't be bothered with it. She waved her wand and flew up, her white, loose dress billowing, like a ghost in the forest.

The key is that she flies extremely fast, and she caught up with us very quickly.

Flight Spell!

The magic that Voldemort invented during his student days is now only known to him and Snape.

She seemed to realize that the Killing Curse wouldn't be very effective against Lockhart, and waved her wand, releasing a cloud of black smoke that transformed into a serpentine shadow that slid and twisted along the treetops like satin.

This is clearly a form of black magic.

Lockhart didn't know what kind of black magic it was or what its effects were.

He did indeed have memories of the most exciting adventures of more than a dozen powerful wizards, but the magic before him was clearly a very profound form of dark magic. Ordinary people wouldn't even know where to learn it, let alone master it.

Fortunately, the golden retriever finally came in handy this time.

It suddenly transformed into a golden light and pounced towards the snake shadow. The snake shadow seemed to freeze, clinging to the tree trunk without moving, waiting for it to come and tear it apart.

Ginny sped up, and seeing Lockhart about to rush out of the Forbidden Forest toward the Quidditch pitch, she waved her wand rapidly.

All the surrounding trees began to sway their branches, as if they were giant hands rapidly closing together, transforming into a huge walled canopy.

They can't escape!

However, Lockhart was just waiting for this opportunity!

The Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, is so famous that countless dark wizards have studied it, which allowed Lockhart to be clearly aware of some of its limitations.

Admittedly, a wizard under the "Death Curse" will involuntarily carry out some of the spell caster's plans, or even complex long-term infiltration work, seemingly possessing infinite control.

But as Snape said, "Magic is the expression of one's own will." When a wizard under the Killing Curse attempts to cast a spell that requires a great deal of thinking, the authentic will deep within his soul and the controlled mind will collide, and his reaction will become noticeably sluggish.

Such sluggishness is extremely fatal in magical duels.

Magic Duel is not a turn-based game.

It's more like a Muggle gunfight where one wrong move can lead to total defeat.

When Lockhart realized that Ginny was under the Imperius Curse, he began to plan ahead and try his best to create the opportunity.

Transfiguration?

Tom, it's incredibly arrogant of you to use this magic at this time.

Did you think you could easily control my life?

Lockhart maneuvered his flying broomstick in a rapid spin, his wand, gripped tightly in his hand, already unleashing all the necessary techniques in the high-speed motion. By the time it was pointed at Ginny, the magic had already begun to take effect.

The timing was perfect, right at the moment when Ginny's lingering hesitation was barely visible.

"Forget everything, and all is emptiness!"

Well, that's all he can use.

One of only three types of magic he knows.

But that's not a big problem; he's good at figuring out how to use that magic in the right way.

The magic struck Ginny instantly.

One shot, and you're dead!

A large amount of silver light quickly emerged from her head, and silver threads, like fish, began to break free from her head and swayed into the air.

This extraction of memories seems to have no end.

Yes.

Lockhart had few options left, and facing a life-or-death crisis, he couldn't afford to hold back; he would seize any opportunity to fight with all his might.

The kind of thing that completely extracts all of Ginny Weasley's memories.

The lottery draw completely stripped away even the deep-seated memories of listening to prenatal music in the womb!

The results were remarkable!

Ginny seemed to have lost all her abilities, giving up control of the trees and her flying skills, and slowly fell into the forest.

It landed in the grass, its eyes reflecting the dim light of the forest, so clean and clear that there was not a trace of impurity.

Then she instinctively drifted into a deep, baby-like sleep.

Shasha~

Shasha~

After Lockhart landed, the Boggart in his sleeve flew out quickly and hid in a bush. The winged demon emerged from the pocket, its dark blue wings spreading like lightning, snatched the wand from Ginny's hand, and flew into the canopy in another direction.

The wronged fairy floated behind him, and the surrounding wild grass and shrubs grew wildly, completely obscuring the area.

The little golden retriever, perched on Lockhart's shoulder, played with two snake eyes shrouded in black mist, remaining vigilant at all times.

Their performance in this battle was not satisfactory.

But it was precisely this opportunity that allowed them to begin to learn how to cooperate with Lockhart to deal with various unexpected situations, instead of waiting for commands.

Finally, Lockhart came to Ginny, looked down at her, and then turned his attention back to the silver threads of memory floating in mid-air.

The magic wand is waved.

"Let me see when you started targeting me."