Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 158 Casting spells without a staff is easy.
Seeing the iron cage on the ground, Lockhart's pupils shrank unconsciously, and he remembered something.

But soon Lockhart hid all the abnormalities on his face, and neither David nor Hagrid noticed.

"I didn't have it when I came two days ago!"

Hagrid stepped forward and looked around, banging the cage with his big hands.

"Maybe it was only two days before I brought it to the school, Hagrid, have you two seen other people haunting the Forbidden Forest?" David asked.

"Others?" Hagrid thought for a moment, pulling his beard. "No, I have only been to the Forbidden Forest with me and Lockhart these few days, and I haven't seen anyone else."

David shifted his gaze to Lockhart.

"Hagrid, you can't say that!" Lockhart poked his neck and said loudly, "What if this man came to release him in the middle of the night? It's not like you're staring at the Forbidden Forest all the time."

"You're right. If he came while I was sleeping, I really wouldn't know."

Hagrid nodded.

"Is it? So someone other than us must have come here and put down this cage."

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor, where are you all night?" David asked.

"Are you doubting me? How is it possible? How could I hurt my own students!" Lockhart argued sharply: "Besides, I set up the track here. If I put a snake here, wouldn't it be Shall I push myself into the fire pit?"

"Well, you're right, I shouldn't doubt you."

"We will hold the subsequent exams on another day. I will report the matter here to Professor Dumbledore. He will investigate clearly. Hagrid, you should take all the students here first, and you, Scarman De, a student running around in the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous."

After Lockhart finished speaking, he rushed out of the Forbidden Forest, and almost tripped over the tree roots on the ground a few times, looking very embarrassed.

"What's up with him?"

Hagrid blinked his small eyes suspiciously.

"I'm a little nervous experiencing this kind of teaching accident for the first time." David turned and walked towards where Harry and the others were, "Come on, Hagrid, let's take Harry and the others back first."

"it is good!"

At the finish line, Harry was surrounded by many students. He stood in the middle and vividly told the story of his escape from the mouth of the rune snake, which caused the surrounding audience to exclaim again and again.

"David is here!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone's eyes moved to David again.

"How? What did Lockhart say?"

Harry pushed his way through the crowd to David's side.

"He went to report the matter here to Professor Dumbledore. I believe there will be a result soon, and he said that the rest of the exams today have been cancelled, and they will be held the next day." David said.

"Then did he tell me what to do? Can I take the exam again?"

Harry said eagerly, if he couldn't take the exam again, he would definitely be the last one, and he was still the one who was far behind the penultimate one.

"He didn't say that, you can ask him in the next exam, I believe he will agree."

David added another sentence in his heart: If Lockhart can continue to stay in school.

"Ok."

Harry's eyebrows drooped a little in disappointment.

"Okay, let's go back, and please follow me closely!"

Hagrid clapped his hands, gathered the students together, and walked slowly outside the Forbidden Forest.

"David, why is there a rune snake in the passage of Harry's exam? It stands to reason that there shouldn't be such animals in the Forbidden Forest?"

David and Hermione hung behind the crowd, standing in the back for everyone to prevent any accidents from happening again.

"We found a cage over there, someone brought it here."

David whispered softly.

Hermione's eyes widened, and she looked at Harry, who was chatting passionately with Ron in front of her: "Someone wants to kill Harry?"

"Ah."

"The one who took the diary?"

"It's probably him, but I still haven't found anything useful," David replied.

"Isn't that Harry is in danger now, should we report to Professor Dumbledore?"

Hermione tugged anxiously at David's arm.

"I'll tell the professor, don't worry!" David comforted.

Back in the living room, while Hermione went back to the dormitory to rest, David went back to the dormitory and picked up a copy of "Walking with Ghouls" written by Lockhart

"Where are you going David?"

Seeing David walking out with Lockhart's book, Ron asked curiously when he got up from the bed.

"I don't understand something in this book. I'll ask Professor Lockhart."

David waved the thick book in his hand.

"Oh my God, you and Hermione are getting more and more like each other, even with Lockhart."

Ron let out a long sigh and fell back on the bed.

Have it?

David left the dormitory and was just about to go to Lockhart's office. After thinking about it, he made a detour to find Colin.

"Professor, are you there?"

David walked to the door of Lockhart's office and knocked on his door.

"Oh, sorry, it's not convenient for me now, can you come back later?"

The sound of ping-pong-pong inside stopped immediately.

"It's okay, I'm free, I'll wait at the door for you to finish your work."

David leaned against the side of the door frame and said softly.

There was a moment of silence inside, Lockhart carefully opened the door a gap, looked outside: "Are you alone?"

"Of course, there is something in this book that I don't understand, so I want to ask you."

David showed Lockhart his copy of "Walking with Ghouls".

Lockhart glanced down, his face was not as excited as before, but rather gloomy: "Come in."

He opened the one-man-wide gap, and locked the door as soon as David entered.

"What's the problem you don't understand?"

Lockhart put his hands on David's shoulders and pushed him toward the middle of the room.

"Professor, do you want to leave?"

David looked around, he packed all the things in the room, big and small, in boxes, and the whole room seemed empty.

"It's a little thing to get out of the way, and you know, celebrities like us are very busy."

Lockhart took a step back and held the door, preventing David from escaping.

"Oh, do you need to bring so many things?"

David turned to Lockhart and asked with a smile.

Lockhart explained with a disturbed expression: "Bring more, in case you need something when the time comes, it will be very troublesome if you find that it is not brought and come back to get it."

David nodded: "Well, yes, there are not many people who are as thoughtful as you are now."

"What is there that you don't understand? Tell me, and I will tell you as soon as possible."

"Oh, no need professor, seeing you are so busy, I won't bother you."

David waved his hand.

"Then let me tell you when I come back. Don't worry, I will notify you as soon as I come back."

Lockhart turned to open the door for David.

But David showed no tendency to move. He smiled and said, "But it will be too late by then. What if you don't come back, professor? Why don't you ask the professor to leave a diary for me, so I can ask myself?" .”

Lockhart's face was instantly gloomy: "When did you find out?"

David stared into Lockhart's eyes and asked, "You said you are such a smart person, how could you be confused by that thing?"

Lockhart pulled an ugly smile on his face: "That's not forced by you. If you don't report me, I won't believe him. If I am really expelled by Dumbledore, those outsiders will What will you think of me?"

"According to what is written in your book, isn't it very simple to teach a group of elementary school students?"

David clapped the thick book in his hand.

"Books can be deceiving."

Lockhart didn't seem to think David posed a threat.

"Oh? Then you mean that the stories here belong to other people?"

David said feigned surprise.

Lockhart said sarcastically: "But people want to believe me, don't they? Who wants to read the stories of some ugly wizards? For example, the witch who expelled the female ghost of Wanlun, she is a mouth, do you think Would the public want to see her? Or would they rather see a handsome Lockhart?"

"So you put their stories on you with peace of mind? Are you not afraid that they will come out and report you?"

David caught a glimpse of Lockhart quietly pulling out his wand, but he didn't move.

"They don't even remember, how could they come out and report on me?" Lockhart shook his head triumphantly, "Do you know why I told you so much? Because you will know nothing soon."

"Oh, professor, are you going to do something to me?" David threw the book in his hand on the table, "Do you think I will come to you unpreparedly knowing that you have a problem?"

"What do you mean?"

Lockhart pointed his wand at David, somewhat puzzled.

The corner of David's mouth raised: "It's nothing, I just remind you that my strength may be a little stronger than yours, maybe you shouldn't choose to fight with me."

"Haha." Lockhart seemed to have heard some joke: "I'm still your professor, right? And there may be few people who are better at spells than me."

"Forget it!" cried Lockhart, raising his wand above his head.

"I've said that I'm stronger than you, why don't you believe me!" David muttered, with one hand and two slanting guards on his chest, "Armor protection."

As soon as the light from Lockhart's wand flew to David's side, it was hit and flew sideways.

"Casting spells without a staff?!"

Lockhart's eyes widened in disbelief: "Who the hell are you?"

How could he not believe that the teenager in front of him could cast spells without a stick.

"I've said that I'm stronger than you, believe it now." David said calmly, "And it's not difficult to cast spells without a stick, for example."

David pointed his right index finger at Lockhart.

When Lockhart saw this scene, he still hadn't gotten over the shock just now. Now he felt that the powerful wizard disguised himself as David to play tricks on him. He took a step back unconsciously, his wand trembling slightly.

Lockhart took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, ready to counter Davey's attack while he was attacking.

"Confinement!"

David couldn't follow what he said, and Lockhart was immediately frozen in place, unable to move.

The most important thing is that Lockhart didn't feel any signs of casting a spell on David at all, and he couldn't defend himself at all.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you making fun of me?"

Lockhart's only movable mouth trembled.

"I am who I am. If it's true, casting spells without a wand is really a very simple thing." David raised his right eyebrow, "As long as you have a powerful enough wizard to cooperate with you, it will be fine."

While Lockhart was in a daze, David shouted out the door: "Professor, come in quickly, it's cold outside, but it's warm inside."

The door opened in response, and a tall, thin, white-haired old man walked into the room. The door of Hogwarts could not stop its headmaster.

"Are you having fun?" Dumbledore asked helplessly.

"It's not bad, but it's a pity that there is no audience."

David had informed Dumbledore from the very beginning. After all, Lockhart was still a professor, so he had to be respected.

"Dumbledore, why are you here?"

When Lockhart saw Dumbledore, his face turned pale instantly. He knew that he was doomed. He originally wanted to come to Hogwarts to be gilded, but he didn't expect to fall into this situation.

"Professor Dumbledore stood outside the door from the very beginning, and I reminded you before that I would not come to you unsuspecting, but it's a pity you don't believe me."

David explained Lockhart's doubts.

Lockhart's lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

"Gideroy Lockhart." Dumbledore sighed: "I didn't expect us to meet in this way."

"Professor Dumbledore."

Looking at the kind old man in front of him, Lockhart suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"Why would you think of making yourself famous by such an opportunistic way?"

Dumbledore looked at "Walking with Ghouls" on the table with a very calm expression.

Lockhart looked at Dumbledore, as if he had returned to the time when he received the Hogwarts acceptance letter.

That morning, the sun was exceptionally mild. When he touched the bed through the window for the first time, 11-year-old Lockhart opened his eyes, got up and yawned and walked to the living room.

Lockhart's mother was standing in the doorway, and Lockhart saw a cute owl just fly away from her arms.

"Mom, what is that?"

Lockhart looked away from the flying owl to focus on an envelope held in his mother's hand.

"Gidero!" said Lockhart's mother, hugging him excitedly, her face pressed against his head. "Remember those stories I told you?"

"Of course!"

Lockhart's little mind pictured the first time he accidentally moved a water glass out of thin air, and his mother was ecstatic.

In the next few days, she spent a lot of time with him, explaining to Lockhart the wonderful changes in him.

He's a wizard who can conjure things out of thin air, fly on a broomstick, and do things his dad and sisters could never do.

Because they are all Muggles, only Lockhart and his mother are wizards in the family.

Lockhart often heard the name of a magic school from his mother's words - Hogwarts, his mother graduated from there, and he would also go there to study.

"Can I go to Hogwarts to study?"

Lockhart rolled his eyes.

"Of course, my dear Gilderoy, you will be able to study at Hogwarts soon, in September this year."

Lockhart took the envelope from his mother, opened it and looked at it. The name of the book written on the letter paper was as he believed, full of magic.

As he read the envelope, Lockhart caught a glimpse of his two older sisters looking at him enviously.

"Sister, do you want to see it?"

Lockhart handed the envelope to his two sisters, he liked the way they looked.

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