Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart, who had fainted, disappointed.

Although she usually thinks that Lockhart is a vain and mediocre liar, she also didn't expect that Lockhart, as a professor, couldn't even control a group of little wizards.

Professor McGonagall sighed, waved her wand and summoned a basin of water poured on Lockhart's face, trying to wake him up, but Lockhart didn't move, and didn't react at all...

Ivan, who was watching from the side, had a very strange face and vaguely had some guesses.

Professor McGonagall's face darkened even more, but she didn't say anything, and directly used the levitation charm to lift up some of the young wizards who had been injured in the scuffle, and prepared to take them to the school hospital together.

However, with so many wounded, Professor McGonagall turned to Ivan.

"You take the rest of the people, and Professor Lockhart!"

Ivan nodded, and simultaneously used the levitation charm to transport the rest away.

"As for you!" Before leaving, McGonagall looked at the Gryffindor wizards, pointed to the messed up of the surrounding fields, and spoke again.

"I'll give you an hour to clean it all up! And no cleansing magic is allowed! ”

Wood and the others were already worried about the point deduction, and now they heard that such a large stadium could be cleaned up in an hour, and it was not possible to use magic, and they wailed for a while.

George and Fred were even more devastated.

They knew very well that the smell of the big dung eggs they had made was not only unpleasant, but also difficult to get rid of, and they couldn't get rid of it in such a short time.

But Professor McGonagall didn't care about that, and if she didn't see a clean court when she returned, it wouldn't have been such a simple punishment.

The little snakes in Slytherin House weren't having a good time, either, because McGonagall ordered them to stay and clean up as well.

As for how many House points will be deducted from the Slytherin brawl this time, it will be up to their dean Snape to decide...

Ivan was somewhat glad that he didn't have to stay to clean up the big dung and eggs on the floor, but could follow Professor McGonagall to transport the injured students who couldn't move to the school hospital.

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey had just settled a patient when she turned her head and saw Ivan and McGonagall carrying seven or eight little wizards in with a levitation charm, and Lockhart was even more conspicuous in front of her.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on? Was there an assault on campus? Even Professor Lockhart was injured? Madam Pomfrey hurried up to meet her, directing Ivan to place the patient in the vacant bed.

"No, it's just a group of students watching the game fighting, and as for Professor Lockhart, he's probably just tired and wants to take a break." Professor McGonagall shook her head.

Madam Pomfrey, who was proficient in treatment, naturally quickly saw that Lockhart was pretending to be dizzy, and immediately glanced at Lockhart lying on the hospital bed with disdain.

Instead, she stepped forward to examine the wounds of several young wizards, and found that they were all skin wounds that could be treated with a simple healing charm, and Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief.

"Madam Pomfrey, where's Harry?" Ivan asked aloud.

"I've pretty much dealt with Potter's injury, but he's still in a coma, and I think he'll wake up after a long day's sleep." Madam Pomfrey gave a gentle explanation, and then proceeded to deal with the others' injuries.

Professor McGonagall didn't stay long, and after escorting the young wizards with limited mobility to the school hospital, she turned and left, without even calling Ivan.

She probably thought Ivan was here to spend time with his friends...

Ivan walked to Harry's hospital bed, looked at Harry, who was still unconscious, and felt that Dobby was really ruthless enough.

At that time, if the Bludger and Quaffle had been a little more off, they might have smashed directly on the head.

However, as a house-elf, Dobby is comfortable using illusion-like magic in Hogwarts, and it is not easy to catch it.

Let Dumbledore worry about it...

Ivan shook his head, thinking that after this attack, Dumbledore would definitely talk to Harry, and then the old headmaster would know that there was a house-elf doing something in the school, and he didn't need to worry about it.

Just as Ivan was about to leave, Lockhart, who was lying on the hospital bed next to him, "woke up" with his head leisurely.

"What's wrong with me? How did you end up in the school hospital? Hals, can you tell me what just happened? Lockhart asked, blankly.

Ivan's steps paused, quietly watching the other party's performance,

However, Ivan didn't expect Lockhart to "wake up" at this time, and kept guessing the reason in his heart, and replied freely.

"Professor Lockhart, you should have been knocked unconscious on the court."

"Is that so?" Lockhart had a suddenly realized expression, but his eyes kept staring at the ring and bracelet on Ivan's hand, and he asked casually.

"I just saw you in the Quidditch arena and cast the Iron Charm without casting a spell, is it because you have any magic items in your hand?"

Ivan looked at Lockhart playfully, and vaguely understood what the other party was looking for him, and said directly.

"Yes, I used a lot of precious materials to make these magic items. For example, this protective ring only needs to input mana, and it can instantly emit a magic similar to the Iron Armor Charm..."

Ivan gushed about the effects of the protective ring to Lockhart,

Hearing Lockhart's heart, this time the chaos at the Quidditch pitch can be said to have made him lose face.

Now Lockhart desperately needs to do something to save his reputation. For example, show your "outstanding" strength in public...

Still, Lockhart had some self-knowledge, knowing that over the years, he had focused on gaining fame and glory, and had abandoned the practice of magic.

So much so that when you need to use magic, you find that even a few simple spells can go wrong and go berserk.

At such a level, let alone proving strength, it is difficult to think of ugliness.

So when Lockhart saw Ivan using magic props to make a big splash on the Quidditch pitch before, he immediately had some ideas.

"How? Professor, do you want to buy a protective ring? I can make a luxurious gilded version for you...", Ivan said seductively.

In Ivan's mind, Lockhart is the local tyrant of the tyrants.

Not to mention, just when he became the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this time, Lockhart forced all the students to sell the best-selling books, and they could earn tens of thousands of gold Galleons...

This ability to plunder money is simply explosive!