The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 192

The curse light is surging~~

However, the little wizard who was leaning leisurely by the threshold still folded his arms and stared at him with a smile.

"Professor, the strength is not enough, come again."

"!!!" Lockhart blinked.

"Forget it all!"

"Oh, professor, you are very good at forgetting spells."

"!!!, forget it all (loudly)."

"You've told me so many stories, and the timing is always in conflict. Especially in the book you told us to buy the textbook, "Vacation with the Dominatrix," the day of the final battle, in the Daily Prophet But it was written on the day Rita reporter interviewed you."

"!!!!, forget it all (roar)."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this reporter Rita's sensitivity is really low, or she didn't read your books carefully?"

"!!!!!!, forget it all (super loud)."

"Could it be that you heard your stories from others, or even read them with forgetting spells. After all, high-end applications of forgetting spells not only clean memories, but also cover the ability to read and forge memories. ."

"!!!!, forget it all (broken sound)."

Anton scratched his ears and looked at Lockhart helplessly, "Professor, keep your demeanor and be graceful, the power of the spell will not become so powerful just because you scream so loudly, you make me almost deaf. already."

"Impossible!" Lockhart exclaimed and took a step back, looking at Anton in horror.

"I've never missed a beat!"

"Impossible! What method did you use!"

Anton smiled slightly, "The soul-moving spell, Professor McGonagall just taught me, it's really useful against you."

"What is the soul-moving spell?" Lockhart said hoarsely. He looked at Anton blankly, and finally sat down on the ground, "It's over, it's over..."

"Yeah, if someone knows your secret..." Anton chuckled, "Failed? Azkaban? Or the revenge of those powerful wizards who lost their memories?"

"No, no, no!" Lockhart looked up at Anton, his face full of panic, he looked at Anton with some pleading, "For the sake of watching me teach you so much, don't, don't say it out. !"

"Then stay, it won't do me any good to say it out." Anton looked at Lockhart fixedly.

"Benefits?" Lockhart got up quickly, as if he had found hope, "Yes, if you don't say it, I can bring you a lot of benefits, such as I can give you a hand and make you famous. New writers, for example, I can bring you to meet a lot of big people, and I have a lot of connections."

Anton just shook his head lightly.

"You're still young, you don't understand the benefits of fame and connections, child, believe me, it's a precious asset." Lockhart spoke in a hurry, seeing Anton still unmoved.

"I have paid all the money I earned to the wizards who have washed their memories from me through various channels. I have no money in my hands now. But you believe me, the next book, all the proceeds from the next book, I It's all for you, it's a lot of money."

Anton raised his eyebrows, still unmoved.

"What do you want?" Lockhart looked desperate.

Anton smiled slightly, "Time travel is an extremely dangerous thing. I was thinking, if the petrification spell is really released by Neville, why can't I bring more people?"

"For example, you who are good at changing your memory."

"Time travel?" Lockhart froze for a moment.

Anton nodded, "Yes, dangerous and interesting time travel."

He looked at Lockhart with a smile, "You have written so many stories, even if those stories are not your own, but I can feel between the lines, you are also eager to be a hero, and eager to have a thrilling adventure. adventure."

"Maybe, you can write a book with your real experiences later?"

"That way you don't have to fill the story with so many meaningless pompous words to cover up your ignorance of the people or things in the story."

"Books like that are the ones that truly carry your wisdom, and it may make you break away from your average best-selling author status and become a scholar with monographs."

Lockhart swallowed, "A scholar's monograph?"

Anton nodded with a smile.

"Time travel is a dangerous thing. If you are not careful, death will come at any time."

"Professor." Anton stood up straight, and the adult wizard figure behind him retracted into his body, "You just said something right, for the sake of your teaching me so much knowledge, I won't say it. "

"This is a serious and sincere suggestion from a student who has been favored by you."

Anton shrugged, "You can think about it."

"I don't force it."

After speaking, he clapped his hands and turned to leave.

"Wait..." Lockhart chased after him, staring blankly at his back, silent for a long time.

Anton went to the back kitchen of the school and asked the house elves to pack some fruit.

Before it was completely dark, I planned to go to the school infirmary to visit a few poor roommates.

Open the door of the ward.

Goyle kept his head sticking out of the quilt, looked forward with a look of horror, and looked directly at Anton.

Anton was almost not frightened, and resisted not taking out his wand to give this guy a shot.

The other petrified people have different postures, looking at them as if they are watching a story.

Draco was sitting on his knees, his hands clenched, his head lowered and weeping, his face full of self-blame.

Harry Potter fled and fell in panic. It is estimated that he landed face first, the frames of his glasses were crooked, and one side of his face was squeezed flat.

Filch stretched out his hand, showing his teeth and claws, his eyes widened, and a distorted smile on his face. As if to say, got you, quack, **** Harry Potter!

Tsk tsk tsk, looking at them like this, Anton can make up a lot of pictures.

"It's scary, right." Crabbe glanced at them and quickly turned to look elsewhere.

"I woke up from a nightmare one day, and when I saw what they looked like, I thought I was still in a nightmare."

"Especially with the spooky laughter all over the castle that night."

Anton almost didn't laugh out loud.

Crabbe glanced at the fruit basket in Anton's hand, swallowed, and finally shook his head, "I decided to get rid of this habit of wanting to eat everything I see."

Saying that, he rubbed his stomach, "It's empty and there is nothing in it. Every time the potion makes my internal organs grow a little bit, it will be particularly painful."

Anton pursed his lips, "Mrs. Pomfrey said it will take another two months for you to fully recover."

Crabbe nodded in frustration.

He looked up at the other beds, "Will they be all right?"

Anton raised his eyebrows. Draco also said this sentence. I have to say that although the bad is a bit bad, the feelings of several people are really good.

"We played together since we were young, and we have known each other for many years, not at school."

Calabbe seemed to have thought of something, with a smile on his face, "Draco's stinking **** is actually funny, but as long as I stand behind him with Goyle, no one will laugh at us for being stupid."

"Understandable~www.mtlnovel.com~ Anton sat down beside the hospital bed with a smile, took out a banana from the fruit basket, broke it apart and ate it himself.

Just like the house-elves at Hogwarts, they don't have enough intelligence, but they know how to find the right place for themselves.

She was sheltered by the mighty and excellent head of the child, driven by him, and shared his glory.

"Tell me your story?"

Anton looked at him with a smile, "I'm very interested in different lives."

Crabbe swallowed, "Although I appreciate you coming to chat with me, maybe no one will visit me except you..."

"But!" Crabbe grabbed the sheet tightly, "Can you not eat in front of me, and eat it so deliciously!"

"Okay." Anton swallowed the banana in one gulp, thought for a while, and broke another orange.

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