It's as if you can use these spells on a regular basis. Ivan raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfied.

"I was before I was cursed, but..." Lockhart opened his mouth to tell the story he had made up, but Ivan interrupted directly.

"If you're not satisfied, Professor, this deal can be voided!"

"No, no, no, I'm still satisfied." Lockhart shook his head wryly.

He's going to hold a dueling club tomorrow, and if Ivan ends the deal at this point, his previous plans will be in vain.

And Lockhart is also very aware that high-end magic items are not so easy to make, especially this kind of magic items that can directly improve the combat effectiveness of wizards.

The major families with inheritance cherish their own brooms, and there is little relevant knowledge that has been handed down...

Therefore, most of the magic items circulating on the market are auxiliary types...

"Professor, where's the rest of the gold gallons?" Ivan didn't want to waste time with Lockhart here, so he spoke directly.

"Don't worry, I'm ready." Lockhart took a bag out of his office drawer and placed it on the desk.

Ivan stretched out his hand to take it, opened it and looked at it, the bag was cast with an extension spell, and the space inside was huge, and the golden ones were all golden galleons.

It looks like a lot of them.

Ivan put his wand on the table and knocked it, and the gold gallons in the bag bounced and jumped up one by one, stacked in groups of fifty beside them.

A total of thirty groups of fifteen hundred gold Galleons!

Plus the 500 Galleons deposit given by Lockhart at the beginning, and the other 500 Galleons of "overtime pay", which is just enough.

Lockhart couldn't help but exclaim as he watched Ivan wave his wand with ease, and put the gold and gold into his bag with ease.

"To be honest, it's the first time I've seen a little wizard as powerful as you, and you can earn so many gold gallons from me at such a young age..."

"An unusual little wizard like you must have had some interesting experiences, right? I've heard a lot of rumors about you at school. Lockhart asked with interest with a smile on his lips.

Due to the fact that he was deflated at Ivan's hands at the beginning of the school year, Lockhart purposefully collected information about Ivan after coming to Hogwarts.

The content collected was beyond Lockhart's expectations.

According to a young wizard named Seamus, Ivan killed a troll twenty feet (twelve) tall when he first started school.

He then piloted a fire dragon to save Hagrid as a caretaker in the Forbidden Forest, and eliminated the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at the end of the semester.

According to the grapevine, the professor named Chino is also in contact with the mysterious man...

Lockhart couldn't believe it when he heard the news, he didn't even dare to write it in his own published storybook!

It soon dawned on Lockhart that Ivan might be in the same category as himself.

In school, he was so keen to express himself that he somehow fabricated these stories and believed them to be true.

It wasn't until he was on the Quidditch pitch that Lockhart changed his mind after witnessing Ivan's success with magical items.

Some of these legends may be true...

In Lockhart's opinion, the little wizard in front of him was undoubtedly a treasure boy.

"My story? That's a lot, of course, but I don't think you want to know that." When Ivan heard Lockhart talk about this, he immediately became vigilant in his heart, but the surface was still calm, and he shook his head and said.

"That's a shame, I know that I like to hear stories from people the most..."Lockhart sighed regretfully.

Lockhart tied the golden-red cloak to his body, looked at the mirror on one side, looked at it twice, as if he remembered something, and turned his head to Ivan who was about to leave.

"By the way, does the protective cloak you gave me automatically resist the spell?"

"No, it doesn't have that effect, you have to take the initiative to excite it." Ivan shook his head, put away the bag full of gold galleons on the table, and turned to leave.

One... Two....

Ivan counted silently in his mind, and the moment he walked to the door, his ears heard some slight ring, and Ivan's wand was already pointed at him in advance.

"Armor protection!"

Just as Ivan recited the incantation, Lockhart's voice rang out in the next moment,

"Forget it!"

A flash of white light struck Ivan's body at an extraordinary speed, and the defensive line constructed by the armor was blocked for a moment before crumbling.

But as the protective ring on Ivan's left hand lit up, a second magic barrier blocked the white light, bouncing it back the way it came.

Lockhart was so surprised that he didn't even have time to dodge.

Fortunately, at the moment when the white light arrived, Lockhart hurriedly activated the effect of the protective cloak, and the same magic barrier lit up on his body, deflecting the white light to the side wall.

Lockhart subconsciously slapped his body in horror, and after a while he realized that he was fine.

Only then did he realize that the Oblivion Charm that had rebounded had been resisted by the protective cloak he had purchased from Ivan.

At this moment, Ivan's voice rang out in the office.

"Professor, you were going to use the Oblivion Charm on me?"

Ivan said with a playful expression, he was also a little surprised by the strength of Lockhart's Oblivion Spell, and he was able to break through the iron armor spell he released, no wonder so many powerful wizards were hit.

"Of course not, how could that be? I just wanted to see if what you gave me was that good...", Lockhart retorted with a wave of his hand.

Just seeing Ivan's increasingly impatient expression, Lockhart understood that the other party would definitely not believe it, so he simply admitted.

"Well, I was going to use the Oblivion Charm on you, so no one would know that I was relying on these gadgets to cast my magic."

"But if you know this now, you'll soon forget it, just like any other wizard." Lockhart said confidently.

"Are you sure?" Ivan's expression was very strange, and he felt that Lockhart always had an inexplicable confidence.

Could it be that he has been touted too much, so he really thinks he is a master of magic?

"After all, these things you made for me seem to be better than the ones you have, don't they?" Lockhart raised an eyebrow, took a few steps forward, and flipped a switch, while continuing in a brisk tone.

"Besides, I forgot to tell you, the soundproofing of this office is good, and you can't get out..."

At the same time as Lockhart flipped the switch, Ivan keenly noticed that the door was locked, and it was obviously not so easy to open...