Fudge didn't hear it, and he was still basking in the thrill of exercising his power.

The little wizards didn't hear it either, they were clamoring and shouting, some of them explaining to the headmaster, and some of them yelling.

The professors didn't hear it, they clenched their wands, fearing that the basilisk would rush out of some unknown spot in the next second.

Harry heard it.

Dumbledore hadn't heard it, but he had noticed the strange magic.

"Help... Save me ......" There was a faint shout under the footsteps, getting closer and closer.

Someone noticed the movement.

His eyes turned away, and in an instant, he screamed.

It's Professor Lockhart.

His face was pale and his body was clumsy, but the most striking thing was that he could not hide even if he bent over, the dissected and almost hollowed out belly.

The remaining organs were neatly stacked, and it seemed that something had been placed before that.

The trace, like a book.

It dawned on Harry that he knew where Lockhart had taken East XZ.

The screams were contagious, coming out of the mouths of one small wizard after another.

Fudge's eyes were round and incredulous.

Last night I sent a message to myself that someone had been murdered at Hogwarts today.

Outcome...

Is it himself?

Isn't this way of making headlines a bit too desperate?

"Gildero, what's going on?" He stepped forward and asked a question.

Lockhart raised his hand: "Quick, help me." ”

But halfway through the words, his tongue was knotted, and in a strange tone, he shouted a sentence: "The secret room, the secret room has been opened!" ”

After saying that, he fell headlong and fell hard to the ground.

Fudge's face changed, a little overwhelmed, and he opened his mouth to look at the person in the teacher's seat who was still being threatened by himself just now.

He's already reacting.

"All deans, take the students back to the break room, classes are closed today." Dumbledore waved his wand, "Prefects, seniors, protect juniors. ”

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, also gave the order: "Now, all the Aurors cooperate with the professors, and the rest of them go and search for dark magic items." ”

In the auditorium, the crowd dispersed.

Only Dumbledore, Harry, Fudge, and Scrimgeour remained.

and Lockhart, who was lying on the ground, not knowing life or death.

Fudge waved his hands in a panic and beckoned to someone he could command: "Quick, send him to the school doctor's office......"

"Connelly, I don't think so." Dumbledore spoke slowly, his eyes cold.

Fudge was stunned.

"Tom, aren't you coming out?" Dumbledore looked at Lockhart as he fell to the ground, raised his wand and aimed it at him.

Fudge wondered, "Dumbledore, what are you talking about?" He's just ......"

He wasn't done yet.

The upside-down man propped up on the ground, and in a backward folded way, he stood up with a serene smile on his face that Lockhart would never have: "Professor Dumbledore, long time no see. ”

Dumbledore looked at his torn belly and pinched his wand's fingers, "That's really what you can do." ”

"Put that East XZ in your stomach."

"Put down your wand, Professor." "Lockhart" still smiled, "What's the use of holding up something you don't even need?" ”

Dumbledore didn't listen to him.

"I'm too worried about what you're doing." "Lockhart" said softly, "Professor Dumbledore, you haven't grown at all compared to fifty years ago. ”

"That wouldn't have caught me."

"Now you still haven't."

"Do people become more and more incompetent as they get older? Looks like I'm a little bit like you, too. ”

Dumbledore replied, "Your attainment in soul magic is really unexpected, fused with Lockhart's soul?" ”

"No, it should be said that Lockhart's soul was fused together by you?"

"No wonder ......"

"Lockhart" interrupted him, "No wonder you even used your least favorite dark magic, and only detected a whole piece of soul, and there were no other scraps, so you couldn't confirm where I was?" ”

"You are so merciful, my dear Professor Dumbledore. If you can be ruthless, it's like... Mr. Greenwald, an incompetent professor, so what's the harm of sacrificing him for the greater good? ”

"So now, what are you going to do?"

As he spoke, he dragged his heavy body and took a step forward, "My dear professor, this is your best chance. ”

He raised his hand and stroked the face tenderly: "I stand defenselessly in front of you. ”

"Requires?"

"Fierce fire?"

"Or other dark magic, you know what I'm referring to, those that could easily kill Lockhart, and me in Lockhart's body - the Hogwarts crisis could be over!"

"Come on, aren't you still holding your wand?"

"It's just a spell, a spell that is easy for you, even silent."

"It's just a matter of seconds."

Dumbledore didn't do anything.

"Lockhart" was emboldened, and laughed loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, you are great. ”

"But your weakness is too obvious, do you enclose yourself in this castle to protect your weakness?"

"With such a powerful force, what about the courage you used to burn my cabinet to threaten me in the first place?"

Dumbledore remembered the past.

"Rules are used to restrain the weak." Lockhart glanced at Fudge contemptuously, "The weak naturally have to listen to the strong. ”

"That's what you taught me."

"But you, as the strongest wizard, are self-seeking and hard-working, and you have to set yourself up in the rules set by the weak, and you willingly bind yourself."

"An incompetent man with the hat of the Minister of Magic can stomp on your face and dictate to you, and you still have to obey his orders?"

"It's ridiculous."

"My dear professor, this is ridiculous."

"If it were me, he should kneel down now, kiss the instep of my foot, and reverently call me master."

"That's what the strongest deserve."

Fudge's face turned pale, and he looked at Dumbledore in horror - he was more afraid of what he feared day and night than the unknown dark wizard named "Tom" in front of him, who was using the body of "Lockhart" to cause a great crisis at Hogwarts: "Dumbledore is going to replace him as Minister of Magic." ”

Harry didn't speak.

He looked at "Lockhart" with fear, wary of the soul that dwelt in this body.

Language is one of the most powerful forms of magic in the world.

He was clearly well versed in this magic, wielding an invisible blade that tore apart the space between Fudge and Dumbledore.

"You still have time to think about it, to wake up and make amends." "Lockhart" bravely opened his arms and showed his dissected belly to Dumbledore's eyes without reservation and nakedness.

"Come on, kill Lockhart, kill me."

"You know that Lockhart deserves it."

"A criminal who steals the lives of others, as the greatest White Wizard and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Professor Dumbledore, you have the ability to defy the laws of the Ministry of Magic and make the most righteous execution you deem."

Dumbledore's face changed.

Fudge was even more terrified.

"Lockhart" waved his wand.

The hourglass appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground with a thud, and tiny pieces of sand slid down like silk.

"You only have that little time to think about it."

"The magic I left on Lockhart can only last so long."

He stopped talking.

There was only the sound of an hourglass falling down.

Dumbledore still didn't move, Tom picked the words away, making it difficult for him to get his hands on them, and what had given him the most peace of mind in the past few decades was now the strongest shackle that bound him.

Break decades of principles and no longer follow the rules?

Still in bondage......

"Professor, it's all for Hogwarts, for the students." Harry reminded that his hand was reaching into the Sorting Hat and grasping the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.

Dumbledore didn't speak, his expression pained.

It seems that many memories of the past are in mind.

"Scrimgeour, it's your Auror's duty." He finally lowered his wand and spoke slowly, saying something like, "But Tom." ”

"Where's that thing of yours?"

"I'm sure, it's not on Lockhart."

"You and I know exactly what it is."

"Even if I kill him, I won't be able to kill you, and you can't lie to me anymore."