The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Lockhart's attitude was absolutely outrageous!

The short, fat, crooked-faced wizard was so angry his swollen face almost exploded. He pointed his wand forcefully at the young wizard, Derian Pursey, screaming, "I told you to put down your wand! Or I'll kill him!"

Lockhart simply stroked his wand without saying a word.

The wand is whispering to him.

His awareness seemed to extend into the world through his wand, clearly sensing that the information of this world had always been there.

The feeling was similar to the Forest Witch's "Forest Darling" status, except this time it wasn't about being favored by the forest, but rather communicating with the wand.

He could sense an intense evil.

It bared its teeth and claws, acting recklessly, bursting forth with intense stimulating tension in its surroundings.

This evil sensation makes one instinctively feel a slight stinging and burning.

It will cause harm! — That's what the wand told him.

Someone has been hurt!

"The wand said again."

Yes, his student, Derian Puse, is currently experiencing the terrible, unforgivable damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse.

Then the wand probed the world's information and quietly told him that the damage would be destroyed!

It is a vine about to sprout from the soil, a guardian summoned by the wronged fairy, a seed of a poisonous tentacle that fell into the nearby soil at some unknown time, about to be activated.

It's the wand that's about to be taken away, the winged demon in the wizard's robe pocket, which has discovered it can sense your anger and your thoughts and is eager to try.

It was a body about to freeze completely in fear, the little golden retriever, a powerful dark magic creature, eager to establish its authority in front of its other companions, and intending to take down this evil wizard in an instant.

It was the head about to be chopped off, a Boggart. It seemed to really like the image of the "hanging god's corpse" and decided to take up its huge axe and chop down on the immobile wizard's head.

But Lockhart stopped them.

Without issuing verbal commands, he extended his will through his wand, conveying his demands to the dark magical creatures.

because……

The young wizards he had painstakingly trained had all recovered from their initial panic.

Fight bravely against the evil demon lord!

Is there a better real-world application than this?

Unlike the original author who awkwardly had young wizards act out scenes from his books, Lockhart genuinely tried to let them experience and immerse themselves in their own fairytale adventures.

Try every possible means.

The results were great; the young wizards got into the zone very easily.

At this moment, this fairytale adventure came to life before the little wizards!

"Disarm you!"

"A dragon has emerged from its cave!"

"Flames are raging!"

"His front teeth are like a big stick!"

"Drian Puse has arrived!"

"Obstacles are numerous!"

Countless wands instantly converged, surging towards the wizard like a tidal wave.

The Slytherin students have indeed learned the importance of purpose; they are more willing to leave the danger to the powerful Professor Lockhart and choose to save their classmate, Drian Pursey.

The young Gryffindor wizards were filled with a strong fighting spirit, and they all unleashed their most powerful spells at the dark wizard who had appeared out of nowhere.

The young wizards of Hufflepuff were the most cautious; they all chose the Armor Charm. Even though some of the spells didn't quite work, they all converged into a wave of golden light, protecting all the students from potential harm.

Ravenclaw's young wizards are much more creative.

Flashing spells, hair-twisting spells, tap-dance spells, and even a shampoo spell that pours water on a middle-aged wizard's face—all sorts of incredibly creative magic flashed and shone in a dazzling array of colors.

The middle-aged wizard panicked immediately, no longer caring about the little wizard at his feet and Lockhart not far away. He frantically cast the Armor Charm on himself, and then skillfully deflected several spells that the Armor Charm could not block.

However, he was faced with far too many minor wizards.

Even though he looked so powerful, he was still struck by one of the spells. His right leg swelled up rapidly, becoming like a giant loaf of bread, longer than his upper body, which lifted him high into the air before he fell to the ground.

Then the bats, pythons, bison, and birds summoned by the summoning spells all lunged at him.

"Ahhhhh~~~"

He was in excruciating pain.

Instantly, the young wizards became excited.

nailed it!

They've taken down a major villain lurking in the school, which will definitely make them the center of attention among all the students!

No, I should say this is absolutely a perfect experience that I can boast about for the rest of my life!

Lockhart sighed and shook his head.

These young wizards, lacking experience, surprisingly didn't consider completely controlling the dark wizard.

Ultimately, fairy tale adventure practice is not a real fairy tale adventure, and it is different from a war experience filled with blood and fire.

boom!

A huge surge of air.

In an instant, it tore apart the animals that were biting the middle-aged wizard, and even sent several young wizards who were close by flying.

The middle-aged wizard struggled to his feet, only to find that his right leg had swollen to be thicker than his waist, making it impossible to bear any weight. In desperation, his rage completely ignited his brain, and he brandished his wand at the Weasley twins in the group of young wizards who were mimicking his screams to amuse their classmates—"Avada Kedavra!"

The green, magical light swept away.

George, who was facing the middle-aged wizard, watched this scene in horror, yelling for him to be careful as he tried to pull Fred away. All the young wizards around were also stunned.

Just then, a gray wolf that had been lurking nearby suddenly leaped out of the bushes, blocking the spell, and then vanished.

"Counterattack!" shouted Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff.

However, unlike before when he was ambushed almost because he underestimated the children and instinctively ignored them, this dark wizard is now fully engaged in battle.

A state of intense, bloody combat.

Even though he struggled to his feet, he still quickly waved his wand, forcefully gripping it and plunging it into the ground.

boom!

It was as if a muffled thunderclap came from the depths of the earth. The ground around them shook, and everyone lost their footing and fell to the ground in panic. In several places, deep trenches were torn open, and many young wizards fell in with terrified screams.

This is a very simple magic spell.

The Dancing Charm, also known as the Tarantella Dance Charm.

Historically, a wizard illegally cast this curse on a volcano, nearly destroying a human city.

Magic, by its very nature, depends on who is using it.

After dealing with the minor wizards, the middle-aged wizard finally had a chance to catch his breath and quickly cast a universal dispelling spell on himself.

Curse broken!

no effect.

Curse broken!

no effect.

Curse broken!

Finally, as his enormous, bread-like right leg deflated rapidly and began to shake wildly like a leaking balloon, his right leg finally recovered.

However, this delay also allowed some of the more outstanding young wizards to regain their form.

Cedric Diggory, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Cassius Warrington...

A dozen or so young wizards launched another spell attack on the middle-aged wizard.

But such an offensive was clearly no match for the powerful middle-aged wizard. As he unleashed one extremely vicious black spell after another, several junior wizards were brought down.

The tide has turned against us.

The middle-aged wizard grinned wickedly, a laugh like that of a night owl, and roared, "I will kill you all! You will all die!"

He waved his wand rapidly, seemingly preparing to unleash another, more complex spell.

Just then, a terrifying fear swept over this corner.

The once noisy battlefield instantly fell into dead silence.

Even the terrified Fang Fang, which was barking wildly at this place from afar, froze in place.

Everyone remained motionless in their original positions, their eyes wide open, yet seemingly unable to see anything. Their five senses were distorted by fear, and they could only hear their own rapid heartbeats.

"Sigh~~"

A sigh broke the deathly silence.

Lockhart slowly walked into the battlefield, helped up a young wizard who had fallen headfirst to the ground, and approached the middle-aged wizard step by step.

He shook his head, very dissatisfied with the outcome of the battle.

Among these young wizards, some can be described as extremely talented, especially Cedric and the Weasley twins. These three can be said to be his most promising candidates among the fourth-year wizards.

However, their performance was still unsatisfactory.

Ultimately, none of these three are the kind of players who harbor malicious intent... oh, to put it more politely—none of them are players with particularly strong fighting instincts.

Not every little wizard is Harry Potter, Lockhart lamented.

There's a reason why the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic only recruited Nymphadora Tonks last year.

Indeed, we still need to focus on Harry Potter.

He only planned to teach for a year and needed a strong case study to prove his abilities and establish himself as a master wizard. This way, after a year, he wouldn't have any random people coming to cause trouble for him.

Snap~ Snap~

His footsteps struck the hearts of everyone around him like heavy drumbeats, sending a surge of fear through them.

The middle-aged wizard didn't seem to be completely terrified. He stiffened his neck, panted heavily, and stared wide-eyed at Lockhart as he approached.

His entire body was surging with magic.

Unfortunately, he was still no match for the influence of the three-armed dark magic creature.

He tried to resist, but a dazzling blue light had just swept past, snatching the wand from his hand and leaving him with no chance of survival.

He could only watch as Lockhart approached, stopped, and pulled a cloud of black smoke from his pocket.

Watching the cloud of smoke transform into a terrifying two-meter-long centipede-like creature, climbing all over him, its sharp legs piercing his body, stimulating his nerves, and numbing him to the point of completely losing control of his body.