Chapter 76: Brilliant as Fireworks (Please Read On)

Chapter 76 Brilliant as Fireworks (Please read~)

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

"Maybe you can succeed?"

"You are not as knowledgeable as me in this area, why don't you try to believe what I say?"

"Lockhart" narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to grab the intestines on the ground, stuffed them back into his stomach, with a playful smile on his face, and glanced to the side: "The hourglass is only half full."

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

"It's just a Minister of Magic as small as a slug."

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

Fudge's face became more panic.

"Don't bewitch people anymore, Tom." Scrimgeour raised his wand, "Tell me everything now, and when you get to Azkaban later, I will have someone take good care of you..."

He couldn't finish his words.

"Lockhart" threw his wand: "Crucia!"

Scrimgeour couldn't dodge in time, was hit by the spell, and fell down in pain. The whole person curled up like a shrimp, and cried out in pain.

Dumbledore waved his wand and cut off the connection of the spell: "Tom!"

"Lockhart" smiled contemptuously and looked down at Scrimgeour: "What's your name, Jack?"

"Know yourself, okay?"

"Don't do what you shouldn't do. The only one who can attack me here is Dumbledore. Only he has the qualifications."

"As for you, you can barely kiss my instep. Do you want to come?"

He paused and suddenly looked up at Harry, meaningfully: "Maybe our Mr. Potter is also qualified to attack me. That gesture..."

"Is it a little spell?"

"Why don't we play a little game to kill time?"

Harry didn't speak, staring at him vigilantly.

"One fifth left." The hourglass fell quickly, "Lockhart" fiddled with his wand, "Haven't you thought about it yet? Can't remember the spell?"

"I can teach you."

"Kedavra is Avada Kedavra."

"The Fiery Curse is Hellfire."

Scrimgeour was still lying on the ground, and he hadn't recovered from the Cruciatus Curse for just a few seconds.

Dumbledore didn't plan to take out his wand again.

In silence, the last wisp of sand fell.

Harry didn't plan to endure it anymore, and raised his hand--

"Aden!"

The purple rune fell to the ground, lingering in a circle.

Another seal "Alder" swept an invisible air wave and hit Lockhart hard.

The power of the seals overlapped, causing Lockhart to stagger back, and a half-illusory black shadow came out from his back, lingering on his back.

Harry swung his sword and slashed.

With a whoosh, the black shadow quickly jumped back, almost unaffected, causing him to swing in vain.

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

"To be able to interfere with me, this is not the level of a second-year wizard."

"I didn't expect that the bright, just, and great savior Harry Potter would also study these things in private. Does Professor Dumbledore know?"

Dumbledore's face did not change at all.

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

"Then, Professor Dumbledore, goodbye."

He finished speaking.

The black smoke fell from Lockhart like a disintegration, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground like a puppet with a loose string.

Fudge took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and was about to speak.

"Lockhart" stood up again, tilting his head, with Lockhart's signature smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone: "I almost forgot that I have a gift for you."

"Wake up--"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soul in this body was exchanged, and Lockhart came back. He looked around in panic, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore: "Principal Dumbledore, save me...save me..."

He begged bitterly.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have believed him."

"He wants my life now."

"I feel so bad, Professor Dumbledore, I'm in so much pain, I'm so cold, I want to live so much."

But as he spoke, he raised his feet and slowly moved towards the Slytherin table.

The internal organs shook and shook.

The intestines fell to the ground, dragging out a long strip.

"Professor Dumbledore, you must be able to stop him." Lockhart's voice was more pleading, his facial features were distorted, and his head was tilted as much as possible, so that his pitiful face could be seen by others.

"He is very afraid of you."

"He asked a lot of questions about you."

"Oh... Harry, and Harry!"

"You can too, he asked a lot of questions about you."

Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed his glasses: "Where did you put Tom's thing?"

"In my stomach, it's in my stomach!" Lockhart couldn't wait to answer, "That night, I just returned to the office and saw it on my desk."

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

Harry reminded: "There is nothing in your stomach now, even your internal organs are gone."

Lockhart lowered his head and looked at his stomach, his eyes were very panicked: "Where is my stomach?"

"No, when..."

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

Dumbledore interrupted his last words: "So where did you go in the morning? Before eight o'clock, you were still in the office."

They watched all night.

Lockhart had been quiet all the time.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the professors went to protect the students of their own colleges. Dumbledore came back after receiving the news that no young wizards were killed and they all went to the hall. He had to protect the students' safety.

During such a long period of time, Lockhart had not left the house.

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

"I... I don't know." Lockhart was confused and tried to recall, "I remember... at half past eight, he told me to go out and act, and suddenly it hurt so much, he seemed to have attacked me, so I wanted to come here for help."

"Then..."

"I don't know anything."

"Where to act?" Dumbledore asked again.

Lockhart shook his head, his expression still confused.

But soon, he panicked again: "Professor Dumbledore, save me! Save me, I'm in so much pain, my body is heating up..."

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

"Rufus! Think of a way." Fudge took out his wand and yelled at the Auror Office Director who was still lying on the ground, "Save Lockhart!"

His voice was like triggering a switch.

Lockhart swelled up like he was inflated, his head, arms, and thighs gradually expanded.

Before Fudge could shout "Stop the Curse".

With a bang--

The body that had swelled several times in the blink of an eye suddenly exploded, and blood and flesh fireworks burst out.

No one was injured in the hall.

A transparent barrier stood in front of them, with blood and flesh on it, and it was still six or seven inches away from them-this was Dumbledore's work.

"People who steal other people's lives and make themselves dazzling." Harry said in a cold tone, and sighed, "It's so suitable for him to die in the most brilliant and passionate way."

Dumbledore turned to look at Fudge and whispered, "Cornelly, you saw it all."

"I can't leave Hogwarts now."

The last chapter of the second volume.

It is true that the update is a bit slow because of the listing, which makes the rhythm seem a bit slow, QAQ, and the plot will end in one go.

It is basically confirmed that it will be listed on 2/1, and it will explode in one go at that time!

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