Friday.

In Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart acted as if nothing had happened.

His teaching style is still abysmal, especially when he has a few students play as trolls and werewolves and begin to play out his glorious history.

"It was the worst class I've ever had."

Neville was so miserable that even Malfoy wasn't spared being dragged over as a vampire.

John still didn't add a point, and Lockhart originally wanted John to come up and play the Tibetan snowman.

But seeing John's murderous eyes, he didn't dare to continue to ask.

Hermione was also a little skeptical at this time, but how could someone who could write such an excellent article be a person who didn't understand anything.

She was torn.

"Neville, why are you carrying a sword?"

Ron was still annoyed that his wand had flown out and struck Professor Flitwick in the head during the morning Charms class, when he turned around to see Neville with a sword on his back.

Harry was surprised, "Are you going to take your sword and settle accounts with Malfoy?" ”

"No, it's John, he said he wanted to make me stronger, and he said to make me a Juggernaut."

Neville felt a lot of strange looks, and he didn't want to carry his sword, but John let him get used to it.

His words reminded Harry of the scene where John wielded his greatsword against the trolls last year, and Harry said thoughtfully, "Maybe John is protecting Neville from Malfoy's bullying, after all, Malfoy is most afraid of John." ”

Ron felt that carrying the sword didn't mean Neville would become John, but it was not impossible.

"Let's go see Hagrid tomorrow." Harry proposed.

Hermione didn't make any arrangements that day, so she agreed.

The four men walked down the corridor, and John stepped out of a door.

John greeted the group, "Hello, Ron, I'm looking for you." ”

Hearing that it was looking for himself, Ron paused for a moment.

"John, what's the matter with you?"

"You forgot, I promised to repair your wand."

John raised his handbag and said with a smile: "I've been looking for some materials these days to see if I can fix it for you." ”

Ron excitedly shook John's hand and said happily, "Great, John, you didn't know that the damn wand hit Professor Flitwick's head today. ”

"Uh...... That's pretty miserable. ”

John took his wand, which had been broken in two, taped together.

The simple and crude maintenance method is simply a dog shaking his head when he sees it.

"Aspen wood with unicorn fur."

"It's Charlie's, and it's mine, when I go to school."

Ron blushed a little, his family was a little poor, and even his wand had to take his brother's.

John shook his head at this and said regretfully, "If that's the case, I suggest you give up this wand." ”

"Ah, please, John, I don't have any more money to buy a new one."

When he heard that he couldn't fix it, Ron was anxious.

He didn't want to get any more yelling letters.

Harry comforted him, "Ron, I can give you money to buy a new one." ”

Harry, who is a hidden rich man, is very generous, and Ron is a little uncomfortable, he doesn't want to spend his friend's money.

"No, this wand is damaged, maybe I can keep the wand core to match the new wand wood, I just have a good material on my hand."

As Ollivander said, the wizard chooses the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard.

John was somewhat suspicious that Ron's frequent mistakes in the use of magic might be due to the wand.

He pulled out the core of the unicorn cane, and John shoved the poplar wood to Ron.

"It's going to take about a week, so you'll use this one during that time."

Taking out his spare wand, John smiled, "It just so happens that this is also the core of a unicorn wand." ”

After Ron took it, although it was much shorter in length, it could still be used.

"Then I'll go first, Neville, you just happen to leave with me."

Pulling Neville away, John said goodbye to the three little ones.

...

Neville was trained by John's brutality, and by the time he left, he couldn't even lift his hand.

John cut a nice branch from the beating willow to use as a wand, and the sensitivity on it might make the wand even better.

On the way back, he met Lockhart.

The liar teacher, smiled at John.

"Mr. Wick, I think we can go to the office and talk for a while."

Lockhart extended an invitation to John, who wondered what he had in mind.

But he wasn't worried, Lockhart couldn't be Voldemort's henchmen like Quirrell, right?

Nodding in agreement, John followed Lockhart to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor.

It's full of pictures of Lockhart, and it's not hard to see that Lockhart is a narcissistic and vain person.

After sitting down, Lockhart asked, "I heard you defeated trolls in your first grade?" You're such a gifted wizard, and of course, it's not as good as Wizard Weekly's five consecutive Most Charming Smile Awards. ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to boast, and John looked at him with a blank face, which made Lockhart a little embarrassed after talking for a while.

"Ahem, I want to ask, what do you think of me, uh...... I mean, what about Defence Against the Dark Arts. ”

Lockhart came to Hogwarts for fame and fortune, and although he was a best-selling author, his prowess and story were controversial.

In order to dispel the outside world, he volunteered to teach at Hogwarts.

Only he forgot that the mysterious man had left a curse on his position as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

The first class of school made him make a joke, and today's class also made him realize that his tall image in the eyes of the students has disappeared.

He found that both Slytherin and Gryffindor maintained a kind of respect for John in front of them.

This made Lockhart think otherwise, and he said sincerely: "It's not that I can't help it, but you also know that being a celebrity has too many things to do, so I want to hire an assistant who can solve some things for me." ”

"You mean you're not good at teaching, so you want to quit?"

John glanced at Lockhart and said bluntly, "With all due respect, you've probably heard the legend about the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, right?" It's not a good location. ”

Lockhart couldn't help but be a little angry when he was told what he wanted, he didn't expect that he would make the students despise him when he came to talk to him.

He argued: "How is it possible, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, the holder of the Order of Merlin, 3rd class, ...... continuously"

"Okay, it's not impossible for you to want me to help, but I can only help you in second grade, and I can't help other times."

John interrupted him, and he became more and more suspicious that Lockhart's story had been written by a gunman.

Lockhart's face darkened, John was really a problem, he couldn't have an assistant in every grade, could he?

Seeing that John had no respect for himself, Lockhart knew that the other party had doubted himself.

In order to maintain his image as a powerful wizard, Lockhart had to abandon this plan.

In that case, don't blame yourself for making the first move.

He drew his wand the moment John turned, "Obliviate"

This is his best spell, and with this spell he has stolen many wonderful stories from multiple wizards.

A smile appeared on his face, as long as John forgot about today's conversation, he could still continue to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor with bad teaching.

At the moment when the spell was activated, the amulet on John's body was alerted.

The Oblivion Charm is offset by the Iron Armor Charm.

John's face sank, this guy dared to do it to himself at school.

He turned unkindly to look at the stunned Lockhart, and John said coldly, "It seems that you are not a good person. ”

"Why are you okay?"

This was the first time Lockhart's invincible Oblivion Charm had failed.

John drew his wand and aimed it at Lockhart.

In the next second, white light exploded inside the office, and cracks appeared on the walls.

The photographs of Lockhart in the room were all destroyed, and Lockhart was leaning against the wall, his face full of panic.

"Wait, I'm leaving Hogwarts, please spare me."

Lockhart panicked, he didn't expect this little wizard to really dare to do it.

And that spell is aimed at your head, if you touch it, I'm afraid your head will burst like a balloon.

While begging for mercy, Lockhart's hand quietly reached for the wand next to him.

Just as he was about to touch it, John's wand shot out a white light that blew a crater in Lockhart's hand.

Lockhart didn't dare to move, and John stared at him, thinking about what to do with him.