The slacker professor at Hogwarts

019 Forest Witch

Lockhart's entire body suddenly stiffened, unable to move at all. His eyeballs blinked rapidly in their sockets, and the muscles on his face sometimes tensed and sometimes relaxed, making him look exceptionally eerie.

The silver memory threads that had been floating in mid-air finally approached, but just before they were about to make contact, they suddenly changed direction, each moving around in the air above the office, and finally all returning to the Pensieve, circling and converging into a ball of silver threads.

It can no longer find the owner who just cast the spell on it!

Yes!

Lockhart was horrified to discover that the last remaining memory of the powerful wizard in his mind was rapidly taking over his body.

This magical memory is far more powerful than a Muggle's ordinary memory or a Muggle's soul!

He cursed inwardly, his mind quickly plunging into complete darkness.

The office fell into an indescribable, deathly silence.

"Gurgle?"

The golden retriever, who was playing with the magic eye, barked in confusion, unsure if this was the unexpected situation its owner had just mentioned.

Should it intervene at this point?

With a flick of its little paw, the magic eye disappeared from its hand. It then climbed up the clothes rack on all fours, reaching a position level with Lockhart's head, and looked at its master's eyes with a puzzled expression.

However, all it saw was an unfamiliar gleam.

"Gurgle?"

It tilted its head in confusion.

Just when it was uncertain, its owner finally made a move.

"Who am I?" Lockhart, standing beside the Pensieve, paced a few steps around the office, looking around in confusion. "And where am I?"

His movements looked completely different from the elegant Lockhart; he was more like a witch, with his little finger habitually sticking out as he held his wand.

He shook his feet, then kicked off his shoes rather awkwardly, standing barefoot in the office, looking extremely wary.

So he quickly waved his wand.

A vibrant green light burst forth from the wand, transforming into a dazzling stream of light that meandered through the office.

In an instant, the large oak table in the center of the office suddenly began to sprout branches, growing rapidly and unfurling tender green leaves. It grew upwards segment by segment, and in a very short time, the trunk was as thick as an arm. It reached the ceiling and then quickly snaked to the side, sprouting branching limbs.

It's not just the oak table.

The antique cabinet made of mahogany, the high-backed chair made of Phoebe zhennan wood, the bookshelf made of teak, and even the red peeled wooden box containing the Boggart had sprouted branches, revealing itself to be a peach tree.

The peach tree, topped with a birdcage containing Cornish elves, grew tall and strong, and its thick branches soon forced open the gaps in the cage, allowing the Cornish elves to escape.

These little sprites have gone mad and are trying to wreak havoc on the office.

"Hmph, you wretched little sprite!"

Lockhart roared angrily, "You can't cause trouble in my forest!"

As he spoke, he lightly tapped his wand, and suddenly one of the dried fruits in the fruit bowl on the table split open, sprouting a large number of vines and tendrils.

The vines grew so fast that they seemed to be raised high into the air like a giant hand, and their long tendrils instantly bound the little sprites, holding them tightly like claws.

Then, the vines curled up, their long branches coiling around the oak trunk like snakes, hanging the drooping Cornish elves like wind chimes.

This is one of the dozen or so powerful wizards Lockhart has hunted in the past, a "Forest Witch" from the Amazon rainforest, a wizard who was abandoned as a child and raised by gray wolves.

The true master of wisdom in the two best-selling books, "Walking with Trolls" and "Giddro Lockhart Teaches You How to Get Rid of Household Pests".

Winning over the witch was easy; Lockhart's handsome face and plenty of alcohol quickly intoxicated her.

Allowing people to act recklessly and arbitrarily.

Using one's appearance as a means is a common tactic of dark wizards, and even a common method of many dark magical creatures. For example, the banshee (female ghost) often transforms into a beautiful witch to seduce others, and Voldemort used his handsome appearance to attract wealthy women when he was young.

……

The witch was clearly pleased with the effect of her spell. She tiptoed and strolled through the 'forest' that made her feel safe, trying to figure out where she was.

And who exactly is she?

She only has a small fragment of memory, which is not enough to construct a complete personality for her.

After all, although Lockhart was greedy and foolish, he only stole memories of adventure experiences and knowledge. He did not indiscriminately erase and devour other people's memories, so it was impossible for him to build a complete personality in their minds.

Now, this memory is controlling his body to cast spells. Rather than being the behavior of a witch, it's more accurate to say that this memory is mimicking the behavior of its original owner, the forest witch.

The witch was wandering in the forest when she soon encountered danger.

A pair of eyes hidden among the dense foliage of a large tree.

It's nothing; she can always handle these unexpected situations with ease.

However, she miscalculated.

Before she could react in the slightest, an extremely terrifying sense of fear quickly spread from her heart, instantly filling her entire mind.

She seemed to be frightened by some indescribable thing, remaining motionless, her body stiff, and her mind so dull that her thoughts had stopped.

Yet her senses were so clear; she could clearly feel a pair of furry little hands forcefully prying her head open.

The monster blinked its shimmering gold eyes, staring with such fascination at the deep blue pupils within her eye sockets.

However, the monster seemed to hesitate, agonizing for a while before finally removing its furry little hands from her eye sockets, only trying to pry her head to drag her to another place.

Where are we going?

she does not know.

The monster wasn't very strong; it took a tremendous amount of effort to drag her behind a peach tree.

There, a Boggart huddled in a tree hollow, trembling with fear, seemingly terrified of the furry little monster, and cried out, "Don't notice me! Don't notice me!"

Behind the peach tree was a large crystal basin made from a bird's skull, into which the fluffy little monster struggled to squeeze her head.

After waiting for a while, nothing seemed to happen.

"Gurgle?"

The little monster seemed a bit confused.

After a while, her body was dragged with difficulty to the top of the crystal skull, where she was quickly immersed in a cool and slippery silver light.

The silver light seemed to be thinking, enveloping her head and swaying as if making a judgment.

As a memory belonging to her merged into her mind, the silver light seemed to be summoned, and all of it surged wildly into her head.

Is she going back to normal?

Do you remember who you are?

Do not!

not at all.

She felt everything go black before her eyes and completely lost the ability to think.

A good ten minutes or so passed.

"Phew~~~~"

Lockhart let out a long breath, his legs gave way, and he sat down on a long, slanted tree trunk behind him, panting heavily as if he had just survived a near-death experience.

"Gurgle~~~"

The little golden retriever jumped excitedly into his arms, barking, recognizing him as its owner.

"Good boy~" Lockhart stroked its little head gratefully, making it gurgle.

He twisted his neck and gasped in pain. The little golden retriever had scratched his neck with its tiny paws when it moved him.

But it's not a big problem.

He gently raised his wand towards the tree trunk above, chanting the incantation of the 'Forest Witch,' "Kind Flower, Heal Wounds!"

Suddenly, a purple flower bloomed on the tree trunk, its petals delicate and fragrant. It seemed as if sticky honey was dripping from the flower's stamen, which landed right in his open mouth.

In an instant, all the small wounds on his body healed, and a larger wound became a shallow one.

"See, it wasn't a complete loss, was it?"

Lockhart's expression showed such surprise.

Although he didn't unleash the true power of the magic, he was finally able to cast it!