Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 50 Talking and laughing about beheading in the bookstore

Lockhart touched his neck, then shook the money pouch, clenched his teeth, and pressed his bottom against the stool.

How could I not do it if I could earn at least 80 gallons just by saying a few words?

At worst, I'll just cast a forgetfulness spell on the three of them in a little while.

Can't they handle three soon-to-be second-year wizards?

Lockhart felt a surge of confidence and smiled, interlacing his fingers. "Please speak, Harry, is there anything I can answer for you?"

"Does a scholar know how to capture the soul?"

He swallowed those words, pondered them for a long time, but couldn't find any connection. Lockhart nodded to himself; it seemed he really had to cast a forgetting spell today.

He took his wand from his robes and casually asked, "Harry, why did you ask that question?"

Harry cupped his hands and said, "Of course, I will teach that scoundrel Voldemort to be utterly terrified."

Lockhart was so frightened by the name Voldemort that his heart skipped a beat, his body trembled, and he almost dropped his wand.

"Ahem! Harry, you should know that the Man of Voldemort is dead."

Harry waved his hand and said, "I saw that fellow run away with my own eyes, how could I fake it?"

"But there are hidden reasons, which I cannot say."

It should be noted that Lockhart was a man who inquired about all the wonders of the world, and upon hearing Harry's words, he could not contain himself.

This is a big deal!

If this matter is clarified and written into a book, it might become a huge hit than the dozens of books he has written before!

It turns out that Lockhart was a charlatan who used countless spells, but he was only good at using the Oblivion Spell.

He called himself a wandering knight, traveling the world, but he only ever visited adventurers. Once he understood the cause and effect of their journey, he would seize the opportunity to cast a forgetting spell, making them forget everything.

Now that I see Harry has a great secret, I feel a surge of joy.

"It's alright, Harry. You should know that I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"And he was directly hired by Mr. Dumbledore."

Having said that, he took Dumbledore's invitation letter.

Harry recognized the White Lord's handwriting, took the letter, examined it carefully, and exclaimed, "It's true!"

Ron and Hermione exchanged bewildered glances; this really was the new professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Lockhart took the letter and chuckled, "Can you tell me now, Harry?"

Harry cupped his hands and said, "Since the professor is new, it's alright for me to speak up."

"Oh, please tell me quickly, Harry, I can't wait."

Harry took a sip of tea and then recounted the whole story of Quirrell and Voldemort's dual souls.

Ron and Hermione chimed in, adding their own comments.

"...When Quirrell begged for mercy from me, I chopped off his head with one stroke. It's just a shame that Voldemort was able to come and go as he pleased, escaping in a cloud of black smoke."

After Harry finished speaking, Lockhart was dumbfounded, unaware that the wand had fallen to the ground from under his robes.

Voldemort, possessed, slashed with one sword... Every single sentence was far beyond his comprehension.

"Wait a minute! You said you chopped Quirrell down with one blow—"

"Yes, it's your ex," Ron interjected. "I examined his head closely for quite a while."

Lockhart swallowed hard, glancing at Harry and the others, his heart pounding in his chest.

No wonder he carried a knife!

Lockhart now wishes he could tie himself up a thousand times. Why would I ask about these things?

From the moment he said it was to deal with a mysterious person, he should have kept quiet!

Lockhart knew that Harry and his friends, though young, were all formidable individuals, so he dared not even entertain the thought of casting the Forgetfulness Curse.

He hurriedly returned the bag of gold coins in his pocket to Harry, "Ahem, sorry, Harry, I really don't know anything about souls."

Harry looked at the bag of gold coins, displeased. "What does the professor mean by this? Does he look down on me?"

"Since you claim to be all-knowing, how come you know nothing about the soul?"

Seeing him sitting there with an air of superiority, his left hand gripping the hilt of his sword upside down, Lockhart felt as if his soul had flown to the heavens, fearing that he might be beheaded at the slightest provocation.

"Ahem! Ahem! Harry, I'm really not an expert in this area."

"All I know is that there is a monster called a Dementor that can harm souls, and a spell called the Patronus Charm that can destroy Dementors."

This is a big deal!

If this matter is clarified and written into a book, it might become a huge hit than the dozens of books he has written before!

It turns out that Lockhart was a charlatan who used countless spells, but he was only good at using the Oblivion Spell.

He called himself a wandering knight, traveling the world, but he only ever visited adventurers. Once he understood the cause and effect of their journey, he would seize the opportunity to cast a forgetting spell, making them forget everything.

Now that I see Harry has a great secret, I feel a surge of joy.

"It's alright, Harry. You should know that I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"And he was directly hired by Mr. Dumbledore."

Having said that, he took Dumbledore's invitation letter.

Harry recognized the White Lord's handwriting, took the letter, examined it carefully, and exclaimed, "It's true!"

Ron and Hermione exchanged bewildered glances; this really was the new professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Lockhart took the letter and chuckled, "Can you tell me now, Harry?"

Harry cupped his hands and said, "Since the professor is new, it's alright for me to speak up."

"Oh, please tell me quickly, Harry, I can't wait."

Harry took a sip of tea and then recounted the whole story of Quirrell and Voldemort's dual souls.

Ron and Hermione chimed in, adding their own comments.

"...When Quirrell begged for mercy from me, I chopped off his head with one stroke. It's just a shame that Voldemort was able to come and go as he pleased, escaping in a cloud of black smoke."

After Harry finished speaking, Lockhart was dumbfounded, unaware that the wand had fallen to the ground from under his robes.

Voldemort, possessed, slashed with one sword... Every single sentence was far beyond his comprehension.

"Wait a minute! You said you chopped Quirrell down with one blow—"

"Yes, it's your ex," Ron interjected. "I examined his head closely for quite a while."

Lockhart swallowed hard, glancing at Harry and the others, his heart pounding in his chest.

No wonder he carried a knife!

Lockhart now wishes he could tie himself up a thousand times. Why would I ask about these things?

From the moment he said it was to deal with a mysterious person, he should have kept quiet!

Lockhart knew that Harry and his friends, though young, were all formidable individuals, so he dared not even entertain the thought of casting the Forgetfulness Curse.

He hurriedly returned the bag of gold coins in his pocket to Harry, "Ahem, sorry, Harry, I really don't know anything about souls."

Harry looked at the bag of gold coins, displeased. "What does the professor mean by this? Does he look down on me?"

"Since you claim to be all-knowing, how come you know nothing about the soul?"

Seeing him sitting there with an air of superiority, his left hand gripping the hilt of his sword upside down, Lockhart felt as if his soul had flown to the heavens, fearing that he might be beheaded at the slightest provocation.

"Ahem! Ahem! Harry, I'm really not an expert in this area."

"All I know is that there is a monster called a Dementor that can harm souls, and a spell called the Patronus Charm that can destroy Dementors."