The slacker professor at Hogwarts

027 My dear girl~

The appearance of the guardian, the Winged Demon, means that the unjustly killed fairy is already nearby.

Everyone became increasingly cautious, and finally arrived at a huge bronze door that looked as if it had been violently torn open.

There are also many strange, sharp teeth marks on it.

Of course, now everyone knows that it was caused by the Winged Demon.

Peeking inside cautiously, you can see rows of shelves displaying all sorts of magical items. Some of the large, open chests are filled with Galleons, and the glowing stones embedded in the walls of the family treasury gleam with a captivating light.

Clearly, while the reluctance to give up the family ancestral home was one aspect, the real reason Mr. Urquhart was so anxious to seek help everywhere was the potential loss of family wealth due to the possession of dark magic creatures.

If they can't find a way to abandon it, this family fortune will become the spoils of war for future heroes who venture into the monster's lair in the terrifying castle.

It becomes yet another interesting fairy tale.

This castle...

Lockhart had been heard of in his previous life!

Urquhart Castle in Scotland, one of the largest castles, can be entered with an entrance ticket. Its most interesting legend is that the Loch Ness Monster, one of the world's unsolved mysteries, lives in the lake overlooked by the castle.

Based on my current understanding of the wizarding world and my memories, it's easy to figure out that this is another guardian summoned by the earth for the unjustly killed fairy, and it's highly likely to be a horse-shaped water monster.

Letting the Muggle world know this news would be a serious violation of the secrecy law, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely try to confuse the Muggles' memories, which they often do.

With a jumble of chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind, Lockhart's gaze never lingered as he rapidly scanned every corner of the vault.

"There's some danger ahead, so don't get too close and disturb it. I'll handle it myself."

"Be careful of your surroundings and be wary of the guardians of other fairies who may have died unjustly."

He turned back and whispered to Harry and Draco, the two young wizards, to stay close to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, before tiptoeing off in that direction under everyone's watchful eyes.

At this time, the call of the earth, the sharp cries of birds, and the crawling sounds of snakes and insects became more and more obvious, and the faint, mournful song also began to become clear.

"Oh, the people coming and going..."

"Please listen to my story..."

"Those cruel and greedy people persecuted me..."

"..."

"Even the earth is filled with righteous indignation for me..."

"However, the villains became even more smug, saying that such an evil scene must have been caused by an evil witch..."

"..."

Her voice was filled with grievance and barely suppressed sobs.

It is said that the crying baby gets fed, and the aggrieved cries of the wronged fairy were answered by the earth, which gushed forth with vibrant spring water in the hope of reviving her and giving her the power to overcome all obstacles.

But it just cried.

Thus, the maintenance of the earth became endless.

Their innocent and simple nature creates bizarre and eerie scenes of extraordinary evil, which is what makes cult fairy tales so interesting.

So how do we solve this problem?

The powerful wizard in my memory used some illegal means to capture a handsome man from the Muggle world to seduce the unjustly murdered fairy.

Yes, it's that simple.

Being a Muggle is the only prerequisite for safely getting close to the unjustly killed fairy.

A prince-like handsome man attracts a princess on the brink of death, whispering sweet nothings to her to help her escape despair, and then the problem is solved.

See, it's very simple.

But if a wizard doesn't know how to deal with it, even someone as powerful as Dumbledore shouldn't expect to handle such a dark magic creature.

Even when Dumbledore was young and handsome, it wouldn't work; he couldn't possibly say sweet nothings to a monster.

Lockhart went behind a shelf in the vault, looked back to make sure he had blocked Snape and the others' view, and then drew his wand to cast a spell on himself.

"Forget everything, and all is emptiness!"

His head emitted a silver light, and strands of silver threads, like fish, surged out of his head, swirling and dancing in mid-air guided by Lockhart's wand.

The wand tapped lightly.

Memories, as if finding their way home, rushed back into his mind.

There's no particular meaning to doing this; it's just stirring up the already chaotic memories into a mess again. Based on past experience, they need a little bit of time to rebuild their balance.

During this period, Lockhart was in a superposition of being a 'Muggle' and a 'wizard'.

If the requirements for Muggle bloodlines were particularly strict, his cheating would not have worked, but the wronged fairy was just a superposition of 'ordinary Muggle woman' and 'witch'.

This should work.

Lockhart has a certain confidence in his field of expertise.

He stuffed his wand and everything magical on him into the small cloth bag with the Unseen Stretching Charm before bending down to straighten his clothes and hair in front of the pool of blood on the ground.

He flashed his most perfect smile, turned a corner, and walked straight toward the direction of the unjustly killed fairy.

Then he almost couldn't hold back his smile.

Even though I had expected it, seeing it in person still gave me the creeps.

Mommy~

Above an old-fashioned phonograph lying on the ground in the corner, a pale, translucent, ghost-like witch figure is bound to a stake, weeping and singing mournfully.

But if you get a little closer, you'll find that the witch's head is a huge rabbit head, with long, fluffy ears drooping down. No, it should be said that it is a humanoid rabbit the size of an adult.

As we all know, rabbits cannot talk.

So this rabbit, dressed in a witch's robe, with a stunningly beautiful figure and gaping maws full of fangs, was now humming a lullaby to lure passersby.

Just kidding, this is a dark magic creature!

Lockhart swallowed hard, slowly approached, and once again displayed the most standard smile that captivated countless fans.

laugh.

The rabbit sister was so amused she was mesmerized.

Knowing human preferences, it quickly closed all its gaping maws, its long ears stood up high, its big red eyes fluttered, and it grinned, revealing two large front teeth.

bulingbuling~

After laughing for a while, the rabbit realized what was happening and its head began to shake rapidly, eventually transforming into a beautiful golden-haired, blue-eyed figure.

Oh, this is finally much more pleasing to the eye.

"Ah, beautiful girl, what's wrong?"

The Prince Charming has arrived in style!

The handsome Lockhart, walking through the pool of blood as if on a picnic in the woods, looked at her with astonishment, his eyes filled with three parts pity, three parts amazement, budding affection, and three parts the righteousness and integrity of a pure young man.

He had to save her!

He would risk his life to save her!

He was so resolute!

He is so righteous and kind!

The fairy who died unjustly can sense it!

She stopped crying and singing, and just looked at him pitifully, "Help me!"

That's it!

Lockhart was secretly delighted, but his face showed anxiety. "How can I save you, my beautiful girl?"

If you rush to approach it at this time, you will only disturb it. It is easy to talk to, but the earth will instinctively call for its guardians to come and help, which will be troublesome.

Of course, fighting monsters has a name: "Test of Unwavering Love".

The answer to this test is her lover, who, despite being physically injured, remains steadfast in his determination to help her.

At this point, a black magic biologist who understands this kind of thing needs to know how to simplify this unnecessary process.

Lockhart understands perfectly.

Seeing that he couldn't get any news, he pretended to be anxious and walked quickly forward. After taking only two steps, he fell to the ground with a thud, and as expected, his palm rubbed hard against the rough stone wall, leaving a small wound.

"Oh dear, you're injured!" The wronged fairy seemed very anxious.

"N-nothing...it's nothing!" Lockhart leaned against the wall, panting as if he were about to die, extending his hand, which was dripping with a little blood, his eyes filled with deep affection, "For you, I'm willing!"

The unjustly killed fairy was moved, so moved that she wept uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears.

It has to be said that dark magic creatures, who are adept at tempting humans to death, are always extremely skilled at seducing people with their beauty. Lockhart was incredibly excited watching this.

Oh my god~

What a nice view!

Then he almost couldn't hold back anymore.

The unjustly killed fairy began to struggle on the burning rack, her body splitting open again with gaping maws full of fangs.

These gaping maws began to gnaw at the thorny vines that bound and restrained it.

Gollum~

Lockhart swallowed hard, and seeing the wronged fairy looking at him with infatuation again, he quickly put on his most perfect smile, a smile that made her eyes full of infatuation and made the dozens of mouths on her body curve into crescent moons with sweetness.

……

Snape and his men, who were on high alert outside the family vault, were getting anxious.

They could only faintly hear some voices, and they couldn't hear them very clearly.

Then came the sound of Lockhart falling to the ground and crying out in pain, and the horrific scene immediately went viral.

The blood that had been seeping from the cracks in the rocks suddenly turned into a surging wave, churning and converging into a sea of ​​blood that rushed toward the entrance of the treasure vault.

Even though Professor Lockhart told them that this was spring water that was good for their health and even demonstrated by drinking a lot of it, they really couldn't bring themselves to drink it.

It looks exactly like blood; you can't even avoid it.

Just as they were all trying to escape, the entire castle was suddenly filled with the monster's cries, mournful and cold, yet with a captivating and alluring charm that sent chills down everyone's spines.

Even Harry, who was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the 'fairytale romance' adventure, couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

He gripped his flying broom tightly, tensely, keeping it away from the pool of blood on the ground, and asked Professor McGonagall, "Should we go help Professor Lockhart?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the vault with a solemn expression, pursing her lips without saying a word.

She's a little hesitant now!

Professor Snape scoffed. "Recklessness only brings trouble! Foolish Harry Potter is always a troublemaker. Didn't you hear your Professor Lockhart teach you not to frighten this dark creature?!"

Harry didn't say anything, his face showing disapproval.

He felt that Professor Snape was jealous of Professor Lockhart's power and wisdom and wanted to take the opportunity to kill Professor Lockhart!