The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Lockhart wasn't just sitting in mid-air yelling and waiting for Dumbledore to wreak havoc.

No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, there is still a distance to close, and he still needs to face the current crisis on his own.

The unique mechanism of the "Caribou's Gem" chapter in "Caribou's Bedtime Stories" is that the Infernal revives by absorbing the power of "killing" each time it dies, doubling its power threefold.

While Dumbledore was unaffected by the infernos emanating from the powerful magical fire of "Fire God's Path," Lockhart's situation became more dangerous.

As large numbers of the undead died, they multiplied threefold and crawled out from the edge of the inferno, turning and rushing towards Lockhart.

They began to feel dissatisfied with simply throwing corpses into the air and spitting saliva.

They pulled and shoved each other, forming huge pillars of corpses, which swayed and climbed towards the sky.

On the pile of corpses, more and more infernals were grabbed and thrown toward Lockhart. Some of them were tall enough that three would be thrown at once. As they got close, two infernals would frantically pull on another infernal and tear it in half, creating a large amount of splattered, foul blood that sprayed and poured over Lockhart.

Such a large amount of blood staining caused excruciating pain all over the body in an instant.

If Lockhart was already in such a predicament, then the Winged Demon, a magical creature distracted by his flight, must have been even more miserable.

It was at one point on the verge of completely losing all its ability to act.

Fortunately, Lockhart's cleansing spell arrived instantly.

He had never cast spells at such a high intensity before, but this did not make him feel mentally exhausted. On the contrary, as he became more and more proficient with the cleansing spell, he became more and more adept at it.

It was a very strange feeling; he felt as if he had entered a state where his characteristics were yet to be determined.

Just like the most primal magic within, it can be disciplined and become more concentrated after studying at a magic academy, or it can become a "forest darling" full of spirituality and natural affinity in the free and unrestrained forest, or it can even be a "silent" state of self-suppression and anger that is finally bottled up.

Lockhart suddenly had a realization—the properties of magic originated from the actions of wizards.

This is something wizards shouldn't need to worry about; everyone has their own instincts and characteristics. For example, Harry Potter's courage to take risks and face crises made his magic powerful and extremely suitable for combat.

However, he was different; he had far too many choices.

The Forest Witch's "Forest Darling" is one type, Lockhart's "Social Darling" is another, and there are at least a dozen different states in her mind.

Perhaps all of these can be called the "heart of a strong person".

These wizards became powerful as a result, achieving feats that ordinary wizards could not attain.

And now...

As he digested the memories to a certain extent, as he gained a deeper understanding of the wand, as he began to use magic more frequently, and more importantly, as he truly stepped into the romance of fairy tales, he also began to have his own inclinations.

Magic is asking him!

The wand is asking him!

Magic is asking him!

What exactly should you look like?

Should I choose one from those dozen or so powerful wizards as 'templates'? Or should I choose 'Lohart'? To step into their lives and become them?

Do not!

These are merely the foundation stones of the fairy tale, not him!

Their fairy tales were simply not enough; they couldn't satisfy his insatiable appetite for life at all!

Lockhart never felt lost about life.

He was so excited that he was almost manic, struggling to grab the winged demon's claws and climb onto its back.

Standing shakily on its back, bracing against the raging wind and rain, without any fear of falling from the sky, I stretched out my arms and laughed heartily.

He shouted, "I only crave passion!!!"

That was his answer!

come on!

not enough!

These so-called corpses were not enough. He felt the blood slapping against his face, the excruciating pain stimulating his soul, and he laughed even more neurotically.

Then, with an elegant wave of her wand, she shouted, enunciating each word clearly, "Clean! Up! Fresh!"

A pale golden magical wave swept outwards, like an eraser or a tidal wave, rapidly engulfing all directions.

In an instant, the rain of blood falling from the sky, the howling wind that devoured life, and even the filth on the grotesque corpses that were tossed about in mid-air, all vanished.

See, this is magic!

Magic itself has no strength or weakness; it all depends on who uses it!

And the magic in my hands...

It's full of passion!

"Oh wow~"

Lockhart caught a glimpse of a vibrant emerald green in his peripheral vision. Turning his head, he saw a voluptuous witch in an emerald green wizard's robe lying in a bizarre posture on a pile of corpses. She had obviously been secretly hiding among the undead, intending to kill him.

However, she was so eye-catching at that moment.

"Alector Carlo!" Lockhart smiled brightly, his face beaming with delight. "I've been waiting for you!"

Amycus's sister—I've come here to kill you!

—I had already foreseen this. The skill of controlling "Carol's Bedtime Stories" to separate me and Dumbledore is probably a secret technique known only to you, a member of the Carol family.

—I've been waiting for you!

Lockhart crouched down, reached over and grabbed a protrusion on the shoulder armor of the winged demon's nape, and shook his wand with his right hand, conveying his will to the winged demon.

And then it accelerated instantly!

The winged demon carried him as it swooped down toward Alecto.

Alecto's expression changed, and he looked at the young man who showed no fear of him and was even laughing wildly with a serious expression, and then a surge of anger rose up.

Back when they and their siblings followed the Dark Lord to conquer the world, who in the wizarding world didn't fear them, the Death Eaters? Now, only a little over a decade later, the young man before them, knowing their true identities, still looks down on them so blatantly. It's simply arrogant and despicable!

"Extremely painful!"

She waved her wand at Lockhart.

However, the young man in front of him seemed fearless, only urging the winged demon to charge forward.

Bang!

Lockhart's wand suddenly flew out of his hand and quickly landed in Alecto's hand.

Hahaha~~

Lockhart laughed wildly. He knew Alexo better than anyone else in the world, even her brother Amycus couldn't compare, because Amycus had completely lost all memory of his sister.

He knew Alector's little tricks.

He likes to start by shouting the Crucifixion Spell, but he actually secretly casts the Disarm Spell. No one in the world understands the importance of the Disarm Spell in battle better than the dark wizard.

Without a wand, even if the opponent does know some wandless spellcasting, how many spells can they cast, and how powerful can they be?

Alexios reached out and caught the flying wand, his expression suddenly changing. He quickly brought it to his eyes and his pupils dilated in shock. "A tree branch?"

Yes, tree branches.

This is why Lockhart loves the ring design of the Seamless Stretch Charm so much—it's so convenient; with a flick of the wrist, the wand reappears in his hand.

He gracefully raised his right hand, which was holding the wand.

This is an extension of his will; magical creatures can easily sense his thoughts and accept his commands.

A wisp of black smoke extended from the pocket of his wizard's robe. Before it had fully emerged, the upper half had already transformed into the upper body of a massive 'upside-down god corpse,' appearing much larger than before. It looked as if the body had split open, with cracks filled with black smoke inside.

It raised its right hand along with Lockhart.

"Alector, hello, Alector, goodbye!" Lockhart roared in, laughing loudly, and suddenly waved his wand.

The thick arm of the "upside-down god corpse" behind him also slapped down in exactly the same way as his movement.

Bang!

The enormous hand sent Alecto and a pile of infernal corpses flying.

Even the incredibly powerful, battle-hardened black wizard Alecto was still struck by the force so hard that he felt like he was about to split apart, thrown into the air, and then crashed to the ground in a daze.

But soon, a huge phantom of a book appeared behind her, its pages opening and closing, enveloping her completely. In a flash, the light and shadow vanished without a trace.

Surprisingly, this sudden blow didn't kill her?

Lockhart wasn't in a hurry. He just laughed wildly as he retracted the Boggart, grabbed the winged demon's neck armor, and soared into the sky again. "You'll come back, I know it. You'll come back in a frenzy, without a care in the world. I know it all too well!"

Come on~

"I'm waiting for you!"

However, something unexpected happened next.

Instead of appearing immediately, Alector manipulated the fairy tale book to create more than a dozen tornadoes on this desolate land.

The howling wind swept the corpses up, twisting them into clumps of filthy blood, which then surged in all directions towards Lockhart's corner.

It's all aimed at Lockhart.

Not a single one headed in the direction of Old Deng.

Lockhart even knew why Alecto was targeting him.

She clearly intended to kill herself, the one who knew about the fairy tale book, first, and then use this magical artifact to completely trap Dumbledore.

I'm so sleepy I could die!

Don't think that Dumbledore is invincible; that's a myth.

Gellert Dringerwright, who was slightly weaker than Dumbledore in terms of power, was easily defeated by Newt with a single winged demon at his peak, and ended up in jail.

That's how the magical world is; one wrong move and you're doomed.

Well, of course, if that's really the case, then just wait for Dumbledore to completely destroy this world, tear open this fairy tale book passed down through generations of the Carroll family, and then face his wrath.

Lockhart clearly didn't intend for Alecto to live long enough to face Dumbledore's wrath.

He kept shouting sarcastic remarks from the sky, each word piercing Alecto's heart.

"You coward, you didn't come to me because you were scared, did you? But I'm not a doll missing an eye, why would I scare you that much?"

"Or do you mean I look like that handsome guy you used to like? Oh, he wouldn't even look at you. He'd rather go after a Muggle woman than you, hahaha!"

"When you torture Muggle men, you act all crazy in front of your brother, but it's just to hide your trembling excitement, isn't it? You don't come to me because I'm not a Muggle?"

"..."

Suddenly, the sky began to shake violently.

Huge meteorites rained down from the sky, crashing down with immense force.

"Enough!" Alexios screamed shrilly from atop one of the meteorites, wildly waving his wand at Lockhart. "No matter where you learned these secrets, I'm going to kill you!"

Hehe ~

This state...

Undoubtedly a killing curse!

Alecto only uses this when he's in a fit of rage.

To be honest, Lockhart might have a hard time dealing with other magic, such as the 'Dull Clouds Charm' that Alecto might very well cast on him.

It was a type of weather magic, invented during Grindelwald's time, originally intended to counter Muggle aircraft such as helicopters and bombers.

It created a thick, oppressive cloud, devoid of oxygen and filled with a strange, foul stench.

Later, this magic was widely used against wizards who rode magical creatures or flew on broomsticks, and it was particularly effective.

He couldn't deal with the magic that Alecto was good at, but the Killing Curse was much easier to deal with.

Because he knew perfectly well every habit and force of Alecto's wand swings, dodging it was incredibly easy.

However, area-of-effect attacks like weather spells require sheer strength to counter.

He wasn't ready yet, so he tried his best to provoke his opponent into using their killer move.

huh~

A green light carrying immense malice hurtled towards them.

However, Lockhart had already urged the Winged Demon to dodge. As soon as she raised her wand at a slight angle, he knew to dodge in that direction.

huh~

咻咻 咻 ~

Alecto was horrified to discover that she had fired seven Killing Curses, each one delivered at its peak due to the extreme anger and pain in her heart, yet not a single one of them had hit the young man before her.

He's getting closer and closer!

A sense of dread rose within Alecto.

This wasn't due to the golden retriever; it was due to the fear of the situation before her that she couldn't comprehend.

This person...

Just how powerful is it?

He didn't even bother to cast a spell on her, just kept approaching with a maniacal laugh, showing such contempt and disdain, and she had no way to stop him.

Why should I get close to her?

She couldn't help but recall the terrifyingly huge slap she had just received.

Alecto made a mistake.

She was greeted by a foot.

Lockhart jumped straight off the back of the Winged Demon, kicked her onto the meteorite, stomped hard on her chest, and looked down at her with a cold smile.

"I've got you!"