"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Maybe it will work?"

"You are not as knowledgeable as I am in this regard, why don't you try to believe my words?"

"Lockhart" squinted, reached out and pulled the intestines on the ground, stuffed them back into his stomach, and glanced to the side with a playful smile on his face: "The hourglass is only half left." ”

"Professor Dumbledore, don't you think about it anymore?"

"Just a Minister of Magic as small as a slug."

"There's no other Dumbledore who can stand up and stop you."

Fudge's face was even more terrified.

"Stop being demagoguery, Tom." Scrimgeour raised his wand, "Explain everything now, and I'll have someone take care of it when I get to Azkaban later......"

He didn't finish his words.

"Lockhart" flicked his wand: "Drill the heart and cut the bones!" ”

Scrimgeour couldn't dodge, and fell under the spell, falling in pain, his whole body hunched up like a shrimp, and his mouth let out a cry of pain.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore severed the link between the spells: "Tom! ”

"Lockhart" smiled contemptuously and looked down at Scrimthair, "What's your name, what Jack?" ”

"Do you recognize yourself?"

"Don't do what you shouldn't do, only Dumbledore can do something to me here, only he has this qualification."

"As for you, you can barely kiss the instep of my foot, do you want to come?"

As he spoke, he paused, then suddenly looked up at Harry, meaningfully: "Maybe our Mr. Potter is also qualified to make a move on me, that gesture ......"

"Is it some little spell?"

"Why don't you just make a little game to pass the time?"

Harry didn't speak, staring at him warily.

"There's still a fifth left." The hourglass fell quickly, and Lockhart fiddled with his wand, "Haven't you thought about it yet?" Can't remember the spell? ”

"I can teach you."

"The Curse is Avada's Curse."

"The Flame Spell is the Hellfire."

Scrimgeour was still lying on the ground, and it was only a few seconds of the Mind Drilling Spell that had not allowed him to recover until now.

Dumbledore wasn't going to pull out his wand again.

In silence, the last wisps of sand fell.

Harry didn't intend to endure it any longer, and raised his hand—

"Yaksi!"

The purple rune landed on the ground and lingered in a circle.

Another French seal "Alder" swept through the invisible wave of qi and slammed into Lockhart.

The superposition of the power of the Dharma Seal and the Dharma Seal made Lockhart's figure stagger back, and half an illusory black shadow peeked out from his back, breaking the threads and taking root on his back.

Harry swung his sword and slashed away.

With a thud, the black shadow sprang back, barely affected, and let him slash into the air.

"Lockhart" looked at Harry in surprise, a look of surprise in his eyes, "Soul magic? ”

"It's not like a second-year wizard should interfere with me."

"I didn't expect Harry Potter, the righteous and awesome savior, to study these things in private, does Professor Dumbledore know?"

Dumbledore's face didn't change.

"Lockhart" snorted, looked at Harry, who raised his hand and was about to cast the magic seal again, shook his head, and said softly, "Mr. Potter, it's not time for us to meet. ”

"Goodbye, then, Professor Dumbledore."

His voice fell.

As if disintegrating, the black clod of smoky earth fell from Lockhart's body, and the whole person was like a puppet with loose strings, slamming into the ground.

Fudge pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he prepared to speak.

"Lockhart" stood up suddenly, his head tilted, his signature Lockhart-esque smile on his face, and his voice was gentle: "I almost forgot, there is still a gift for you." ”

"Wake up—"

His voice fell, and the souls in this body were suddenly exchanged, and Lockhart returned, he looked around in fear, and his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore: "Headmaster Dumbledore, save me... Help me..."

He pleaded bitterly.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have taken his word for it."

"He wants my life now."

"I'm so uncomfortable, Professor Dumbledore, I'm in pain, I'm cold, I want to live."

But as he spoke, he lifted his foot and slowly moved towards the Slytherin table.

The internal organs are tossed and turned.

The intestines hit the ground and rolled out a long one.

"Professor Dumbledore, you must have the ability to stop him." Lockhart's voice was even more pleading, his features twisted, his head turned as best he could, so that his pitiful face could be seen.

"He's afraid of you."

"He asked a lot about you."

"Oh... Harry, and Harry! ”

"You must be able too, and he asked a lot about you."

Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed down his glasses, "Tom's thing, where did you put it?" ”

"In my belly, it's in my belly!" Lockhart couldn't wait to reply, "I just got back to the office that night and saw it on my desk. ”

"He told me that Dumbledore would find him and let me hide it in my stomach."

Harry opened his mouth to remind, "There's nothing in your son now, not even your internal organs. ”

Lockhart lowered his head and looked at his stomach, his eyes frightened: "What about my belly?" ”

"No, when will it ......"

"I should have thought of it, my stomach ......"

Dumbledore interrupted his last words, "So where did you go in the morning?" You're still in the office before eight o'clock. ”

They stared at it all night.

Lockhart has been on the score.

By eight o'clock in the morning, the professors were going to take care of the students of their house, and Dumbledore had to keep the students safe when he got the news that no young wizards had been killed and that they had all arrived in the Great Hall.

For such a long period of time, Lockhart never went out.

And now, it's not even nine o'clock.

"I... I do not know. Lockhart was confused, struggling to recall, "I remember... At half past eight, he told me that I was going to go out and move, and suddenly it hurt so much, he seemed to have shot at me, so I wanted to come and ask for help. ”

"And then ......"

"I don't know anything anymore."

"Where to act?" Dumbledore asked again.

Lockhart shook his head, still dazed.

But soon, he panicked again: "Professor Dumbledore save me!" Help me, I'm really in pain, my body is hot......"

Dumbledore looked coldly: "I'm just the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you were expelled last night. ”

"Rufus! You think about it. Fudge pulled out his wand and yelled at the Auror office head who was still lying on the ground, "Save Lockhart!" ”

His voice is like triggering a switch.

Lockhart swelled as if he were inflated, and his head, arms, and thighs swelled more and more.

Before Fudge could shout "Curse stop".

Bang –

In the blink of an eye, his body was swollen several times, and it exploded violently, and flesh fireworks exploded.

No one was injured in the auditorium.

A transparent barrier stood in front of them, flesh and blood on it, six or seven inches away from them—it was Dumbledore's handiwork.

"Someone who steals someone else's life and makes himself glorious." Harry's tone was indifferent, and he sighed, "It's so fitting to get this most brilliant and enthusiastic way to die. ”

Dumbledore turned to look at Fudge and whispered, "Connelly, you've seen it all. ”

"I can't leave Hogwarts right now."