The slacker professor at Hogwarts

015 Ollivander Store

"Children, what happened?"

Lockhart hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and asked the young wizards with a warm smile, hoping someone could give him an answer.

Malfoy Draco was also present, looking rather smug. When he saw Draco approach, his expression shifted for a moment, and he remained silent, pursing his lips.

During this time, Harry and Malfoy would occasionally spend time in Professor Lockhart's office learning and practicing how to counter the Disarming Charm and how to counter it.

The proud young Draco gradually began to feel some recognition and respect for the professor, and when Lockhart caught him doing something wrong, he began to avoid eye contact and dared not speak.

"Professor, Draco Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood!" George Weasley shouted angrily, pushing aside the classmates who were trying to stop him from fighting.

"Yes, that's absolutely wicked!" Fred Weasley exclaimed, looking as if he wanted to tear Draco apart.

Racial discrimination is extremely politically incorrect in Western societies, especially in the wizarding world where bloodlines are fundamentally important.

Lockhart shook his head at Draco. "This is absolutely unacceptable. Slytherin will lose 20 points for this, and I will inform your Headmaster, Professor Snape, who will then punish you..."

As they were talking, Ron let out another yelp, and spat out another sticky slug, causing many people to gasp in surprise.

Lockhart had to turn to Ron. "The Slug Curse? Who attacked him?"

"It was him!" Draco shouted, as if seizing an opportunity. "He tried to cast a curse on me, but he only hit himself."

Lockhart raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Of course, it wasn't because Ron's spell was bounced back; he had already recalled the original story and understood the matter.

On the first day of school, he rode in his dad's Need for Speed ​​car and crashed into the school's Whomping Willow, breaking his wand in the process. In the original story, Lockhart stole Ron's wand and used the Oblivion Charm, which caused the curse to bounce back and hit him. He knew this.

He had never thought about this question before—Ron didn't know any spells before coming to Hogwarts, but now he was able to successfully cast a curse that the school hadn't taught him at the start of his second year?

This is even more surprising than Draco Malfoy using the Oolong Out of the Cave spell.

The slug curse is no simple evil spell. A giant slug blocking the throat can prevent the spell from being recited properly, or even cause suffocation and death.

This is a spell that's extremely effective in real combat!

Ron was not as weak and stupid as he had imagined.

It seems that he is a person who works very hard to improve himself in private.

"Professor Lockhart, will he be alright?" Harry and Hermione were both very anxious.

"It's not a big problem. Under normal circumstances, many wizards can only wait until all the slugs are expelled, and at the same time, they can expel the worms and clear the toxins from their stomachs." Lockhart observed Ron with an air of experience. "At his level, it should be finished by noon, so it won't affect his lunch."

"But nothing can stump me; he's lucky."

Lockhart looked at the young wizards around him, clapped his hands, and took the opportunity to teach them a lesson based on this case. "I believe that the older students have all learned the counter-spell of the slug spell, but I estimate that not many of them can cast it successfully. After all, it is not within the scope of the requirements for the regular wizarding level exam and the ultimate wizarding level exam."

In fact, many adult wizards have not been able to master it. It is the dark wizards who deliberately train in this spell and its counter-spell, since this evil spell is so useful and often encountered in battle.

Imagine the feeling of a powerful wizard casting a slug-spitting spell, only to have the slug get stuck in your throat because it's too big to spit out, forcing you to choke yourself and slowly wait to suffocate. That's how you'll understand how terrifying this spell is.

"How do we solve this?"

"The answer is to eat some salt, or dirt from the ground. This is to interrupt the magic's continuous effect by targeting the slug's properties."

Lockhart bent down and scooped up some dirt from the ground. "Of course, this doesn't mean the magic has failed in your body. It's just interrupted and won't have any further effect. This is an emergency measure to give yourself a chance to cast a counter-curse to remove it. And be wary of others casting amplifying curses or other malevolent curses on you that will affect the slug curse that is still working in your body."

After saying this, he stuffed the dirt in his hand into Ron's mouth.

Ron was feeling dizzy from vomiting when he suddenly felt a clump of dirt stuffed into his mouth. He quickly spat it all out.

After spitting out the dirt, he paused for a moment, puzzled. He touched his stomach, then his neck, and blinked. "I'm all better?"

"Wow!" The young wizards around exclaimed, and many clapped their hands in admiration.

Everyone was cheering.

"Calm down, basic stuff, no problem." Lockhart gave a standard, perfect smile and gestured for everyone to calm down, but he couldn't stop the young wizards' excitement and fervent worship.

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Well, Lockhart secretly wiped away a cold sweat. It was quite unlucky to encounter this unexpected situation. He had to deal with it because someone saw him passing by. Fortunately, he knew this simple method.

Otherwise, would you really have to take out your wand and cast a counter-spell on Ron?

He figured it would be more practical to knock Ron unconscious with the stick in his hand.

We must leave as soon as possible, before the young wizards have a chance to react, ask questions, or demonstrate the counter-spell!

Lockhart's reaction was extremely sharp. He seemed to offer a few words of encouragement to the young wizards, but in reality, he had already shut them down and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced around and saw a man in the corner of the crowd looking at his wand wrapped in tape with frustration. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he called out to him, "Come with me."

"?" Ron paused, then asked, "Where to?"

Of course, I'm going to buy a magic wand.

He also wanted to have this experienced young wizard teach him how to use the FlooNet fireplace. Although Lockhart had the memories of the original owner and other wizards, he had never used it himself.

This mode of transportation is not without risks.

It is said that mispronouncing the fireplace will lead him to other places, which would be very bad.

When the time comes, grabbing Ron won't make anyone think I'm afraid of this; they'll just think I'm concerned about the little wizard.

Hehe, plan in action!

Moreover...

Ollivander's wands are subsidized and cost only 7 Galleons to students. This might be a considerable expense for an average wizarding family (but not a huge one), but for a great author like Lockhart with more than a dozen best-selling books, it's not even a fraction of his pocket money.

It was just something I did easily.

Now that they've all become professors, these young wizards will become part of their network. Investing a few Galleons in them is a cost-effective and efficient investment.

Ron didn't think so.

When Lockhart led him to Professor Sprout for help in getting through the Dean's fireplace to Ollivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley, he finally snapped out of his daze.

He looked up at the sign for Ollivanders Wand Shop, gazing at the wand shop he had longed for and dreamed of for so long, his eyes filled with an irrepressible longing.

He was flustered and embarrassed, trying his best to hide the slight timidity and inferiority rising in his heart. He swallowed and made his tone steady. "Professor Lockhart, I forgot to bring money. I'll come and buy it myself next time."

Trying to avoid gripping the wand too tightly and to make it look relaxed, I swung the wand, saying, "It's actually still working perfectly; it was just an accident."

However, the wand was uncooperative; the tape wrapped around it failed to hold it in place properly, and the broken half drooped down.

Ron gasped and quickly pried the half that wasn't completely broken off and stuffed it into the tape, keeping his head down and not daring to look at Lockhart.

A warm hand gently rubbed his head. He looked up in surprise and saw a bright, warm smile.

"This is a reward, Ron."

"To stand up so bravely for your friend when he was humiliated, and to be the first to raise your wand—you are a true Gryffindor, and a courageous warrior!"

Poor Ron, who grew up in the shadow of his excellent father, mother, five older brothers, and even his sister, never received any recognition for his mediocre performance.

This was the most beautiful thing Ron had ever heard in his life!

Never!

Never!

No one had ever been so certain of him or spoken such words of praise to him.

"Really...really?" Ron's eyes were shining.

"Of course!" Lockhart beckoned him into the shop. "How can a warrior be without a suitable wand? Ron, I look forward to your future achievements on the path of magic."

This kind of expectation was something Ron had never felt before, and for a moment he felt his heart burning with excitement.

And so, the two walked into the store together. The store manager, Mr. Ollivander, enthusiastically measured his height and arm span and asked him a whole bunch of questions, making the shopping experience a breeze.

Ron felt completely disoriented; the scene before him seemed to overlap with countless fantasies, appearing so unreal.

He took the wand from Mr. Ollivander, and after the latter shook his head and took it back, he watched expectantly as Mr. Ollivander rummaged through the shelves in the store, his eyes fixed on the wand he was about to receive.

His magic wand!

Instead of the slightly damaged old wand that Charlie used, with unicorn hair sticking out from the end!

"They can't expect me to do as well as my brothers at school with a wand that doesn't fit me and is about to break!"—he sometimes even thought to himself.

He was so excited that he didn't even notice that Professor Lockhart was also buying a wand.

It is 14 inches (35.56 cm) long and not very straight, with a certain curvature and a short, curled fork, because "the skillful wand is more suited to the elegant spellcaster."

The material is applewood, and Mr. Ollivander went on and on about it: "It is said that the holders of applewood wands are generally very popular and long-lived, and I have also noticed that the guests who successfully match with applewood wands are all very charismatic. Many people who hold applewood wands are gifted in communicating with other species, including Dylan Marwood, the author of 'Mermaids: The Complete Guide to Language and Tradition'."

The only problem is that applewood wands have a certain degree of resistance to the casting of dark magic.

The wand core is made of unicorn tail hair. "Unicorn tail hair is generally the most stable for casting spells, and the least likely to cause fluctuations or blockages. Wands with unicorn tail hair cores are generally the least likely to succumb to dark magic."

This wand is almost the complete opposite of Lockhart's original wand.

A gifted ability to communicate with other species, the ability to cast spells in a stable rather than flexible manner, and the fact that both the staff and its core resist dark magic...

Mr. Ollivander looked at Lockhart's expression subtly. "You look so different from how you used to be."

Lockhart offered no explanation, simply gazing intently at the wand in his hand, feeling a sudden surge of elation within him, and smiled. "This is quite nice, isn't it?"

"Yes," Mr. Ollivander said with certainty.