The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Lockhart had never considered this question—where did Voldemort go after he possessed Professor Quirrell's head and was forced to run away by the curse he himself cast on the professor's position?

Back in Albania?

Or perhaps he was being supported by a loyal Death Eater?

The former is possible, but the latter is really unlikely.

Lockhart believed Voldemort could trust the scenario of Little Tom purging traitors because he had a comprehensive understanding of Little Tom from the memories he obtained from Ginny.

Tom Riddell was truly intolerant of injustice and hated traitors more than his opponents.

Moreover, Tom is not the type of person who easily trusts others.

This is human nature; it's impossible to change it just because you grow up to be Voldemort.

Old Voldemort might be willing to trust Bella or Barty Jr., but he would never seek refuge with traitors who had publicly or privately distanced themselves from him when he was at his weakest.

Lockhart has now found the answer.

The most dangerous place in the world is also the safest place.

There is no better place in the world than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Peter Pettigrew could brazenly run into the homes of key members of the Order of the Phoenix as a pet, and then be brought to the school, where he remained undetected for over a decade right under Dumbledore's nose.

For Voldemort, doing such a thing would be even easier.

At such a crucial moment, at such a moment of magical energy clash, it is absolutely necessary to be distracted and frantically work through your mind to sort things out.

Lockhart was well aware of one thing—in the original books, Harry seemed to be in danger every year, but in reality, Voldemort only appeared once in his first year, and the next time he appeared was during the Triwizard Tournament finals at the end of Harry Potter's fourth year.

That is to say!

Even if Voldemort were truly hiding in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts to recuperate and recover his strength, and spent the next three years coldly watching Harry without making a move, it was definitely not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

As Dumbledore said, "At least I know that he is too weak to do anything at this moment... utterly weak."

Even so weak.

At this moment, he couldn't even actively dispel the magical wave in his hand!

Just how powerful is this Dark Lord?

He now has a completely clear understanding.

Of course, this was also because he happened to be casting the Oblivion Curse, and he happened to be casting it on the skull of Aragog, the leader of the eight-eyed spiders, which struck Voldemort's wandering soul.

The power of the soul is always somewhat different from other levels of magical duels.

Lockhart began to regret his decision.

If a banishment spell or other attack magic targeting Aragog were used, it's hard to say whether Voldemort would still be secretly sleeping inside Aragog's head and never wake up!

Hemp egg!

Being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a nightmare.

This disgusting curse could strike at any moment, bringing wave after wave of trouble. I really don't know how those professors managed to get through a year of teaching.

No wonder Dumbledore couldn't find a professor to succeed him and had to turn to the original owner of this body, a candidate he didn't think much of.

If it were him, and Dumbledore dared to mention rehiring him, he would definitely fight Dumbledore to the death.

"Gurgle!"

The little golden retriever on the shoulder wanted to help and charged towards Aragog without hesitation. It was sure it could do it and pry Aragog's head out of its skull!

Three-armed creatures, being dark magic beings, possess such magical abilities.

But Lockhart yelled for it to come back, unsure whether pulling Old Voldemort out of Aragog's head was a good thing or a bad thing.

Not only that, he began calling for all his friends to come back.

He was waiting for an opportunity, a possible opportunity, to seize it and run away immediately. But he couldn't abandon his friends and run away alone. It was time to call them all back so that he could make arrangements.

Such an opportunity will definitely come!

He knew that Voldemort was also in a bad situation!

Old Voldemort looked so bad; his face blurred and solidified on Aragog's skull, clearly indicating that the Dark Lord was weakened to a certain extent.

Finally, Aragog moved!

The friends who were originally prepared to follow Lockhart's orders became wary again and stood in front of Lockhart.

However, to everyone's surprise, Aragog crawled little by little toward an eight-eyed giant spider on a flat area next to him.

The giant chelicerae clamped tightly around the eight-eyed spider, and its venomous fangs snapped down.

However, being old, it was too slow to react. The eight-eyed giant spider that it had clamped onto struggled and dodged, but it was unable to succeed.

Lockhart watched this scene with some confusion, and then suddenly gasped.

He was initially puzzled as to why he was eating at this time.

Then, after quickly searching his memory of Little Tom, he finally found the answer—killing! Killing brings powerful magic!

Voldemort used this method to create Horcruxes!

Think of a solution!

Lockhart's mind raced; he had to come up with a solution quickly.

He wasn't sure if Voldemort, now wielding Aragog's power to inflict slaughter, possessed the magic to kill him, but it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

Got it!

He quickly calmed himself down, looked up at the mysterious and all-encompassing forest, and cried out, "Forest, forest, help me!"

This is a very unique prayer spell from the 'Forest Witch'.

He begged the forest for help, and in return, he would have to do something for the forest afterward; otherwise, the forest would no longer respond to him.

The wind howled, rustling the trees as if the forest was nodding.

Soon, the familiar sound of an engine running grew louder as it approached, and two beams of bright headlights shone down from mid-air—it was the Flying Car.

Car Lady!

It was clearly summoned by the forest, knew exactly what to do, and charged straight toward Aragog after landing.

Its powerful engine made it faster and faster, and everything on the ground seemed to turn into a smooth road in an instant.

Bang!

The enormous impact sent Aragog flying.

Bang!

The magical plasma between Lockhart and Aragog has finally been dispelled!

A powerful blast wave swept over him, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

The woman in the car clearly noticed his situation. With a graceful drift, she quickly came in front of him and opened the car door with a click.

"Oh no, I'm not going up!"

Lockhart braced himself against the car body to stand up, closed the door again, and ordered rapidly, "Leave now, don't linger, go to Hogwarts Castle, it won't dare chase you there!"

At the same time, he quickly brought his companions back to his body, turned his palm over, and took out an exquisite little teapot from his ring.

Confirming that the Lady in the Car obeyed his orders and turned to drive towards Hogwarts Castle, he held the teapot in one hand and glanced at Aragog the Eight-Eyed Spider the instant the 'Port Key' took effect.

It looked terrible, covered in blood, and struggled to crawl toward a spider nearby.

Lockhart did not press his advantage. He knew that firstly, he could not kill Voldemort in this opportunity, and secondly, he did not know if Voldemort had any other tricks up his sleeve.

Spatial movement using a door key as a mode of transportation is by no means comfortable.

Lockhart felt as if he were only holding onto the teapot handle with one finger, and that he might fall off at any moment during a violent and rapid movement.

What made it even more unbearable was that it felt as if a hook was suddenly pulled forward from behind his navel with irresistible force, and then his feet left the ground, and he flew up. He flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything in front of him.

Fortunately, the destination was very close.

Before he could even cry out, he had already fallen to the ground.

He didn't rush to pick up the teapot, but instead propped himself up on the ground and quickly looked up to survey Dumbledore's office.

"Dumbledore? Dumbledore! Dumbledore!!!"

Dumbledore is not here.

But soon a flame flashed, and Old Deng appeared in the office, his half-moon glasses filled with seriousness as he quickly looked at Lockhart.

"What's going on? I can sense that you used the door key!" he asked anxiously.

So much has happened lately that he has to pay closer attention to what's going on at school, especially with Lockhart.

"..."

Lockhart looked at Dumbledore with a hint of despair, then suddenly realized that he seemed unable to tell him anything about Voldemort.

He knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, the curse that had been used to deceive him with a fake death would be activated again.

Dumbledore's expression changed; he knew what was making Lockhart look so hesitant.

Just then, a large amount of black smoke suddenly billowed from Lockhart's body. The smoke rose and transformed into a blurry, somewhat shapeless snake shadow, which hissed with its head lowered, "Giddro Lockhart!"

Hold the grass!

I don't even dare to say it anymore, and you still come?

I really didn't say that!

Lockhart suddenly realized why the eight-eyed spider Aragog had gone to commit murder. Obviously, Voldemort, now possessed by the monster, couldn't cast any effective magic and could only resort to the same old trick to kill it.

Seeing the snake shadow open its huge mouth and bite down, he quickly waved the magic wand in his hand.

Based on his understanding of magic, the Guardian Charm should be able to work at this time, since it is a spell that protects souls and the existence of living beings.

Well, that's just theory.

But he didn't care about anything else anymore.

"Call upon God! Protect!"

He screamed louder than Harry Potter when he cast a spell; you could say he was terrified.

A burst of silver light erupted from the tip of the wand, its unique halo filled with mystery, like a large, open umbrella that blocked the snake shadow's attack.

efficient!

Lockhart's eyes lit up.

Perhaps Voldemort's power was truly weakened to a certain extent this time, or perhaps he had reached a certain level of mastery over the Patronus Charm.

Anyway, whatever the reason.

efficient!

ha~

I've found a way to fight it!

He slowly got up, supporting himself on the ground, raising his wand high to continue casting the spell against the curse.

The silver light rippled upwards like waves, appearing light and soft, yet it truly blocked the snake's shadow above.

Nearby, Dumbledore rushed to his office and frantically searched, ignoring the lamp that had fallen to the floor. He grabbed a small medicine bottle and handed it to him, saying, "Quick, drink this. This is a potion I'm trying to make to combat this force. Maybe it will work!"

Lockhart took the drink, but instead of drinking it immediately, he shouted anxiously, "Quick, Dumbledore, Voldemort is in the Forbidden Forest! He's possessed by Aragog, the eight-eyed spider!"

Since the curse had already been activated again, he could now speak out without any reservations.

Bang!

Before Lockhart could finish speaking, Dumbledore had vanished in an instant.

Old Dumbledore clearly had enough wisdom to make a clear decision in an instant. He knew that Voldemort was casting a spell to promote the curse, and as long as he dealt with Voldemort, Lockhart's problem would naturally be solved.

Moreover, this was undoubtedly the closest they had come to Voldemort during this period.

"Hurry up~~~"

Lockhart struggled to maintain the Patronus Charm, but for some reason, he felt that the power of the snake shadow in front of him was so strong that it was even more difficult than when he had just clashed with Voldemort.

What the hell is this curse?!

He took a deep breath, trying his best not to tense up too much, even if he relaxed even slightly, the cursed snake shadow might pounce on him and kill him.

But he knew that the Guardian Angel Spell shouldn't be cast like that.

Relax, immerse yourself in the most beautiful feelings in life, and magic will unfold.

Finally, after calming down, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Stimulate!"

He exclaimed for no apparent reason, "What an exciting adventure!"

This……

Is it magic?

Lockhart stared dreamily at the silver light that completely obscured everything before him, mesmerized by the magical effect.

He seemed born to be a wizard.

Because he didn't need to dig out his inner joy, he looked at the magic released by the wand in his hand, a magic that could resist the curse of the most powerful dark lord in the world, and naturally felt an unparalleled sense of wonder, the wonder of magic.

In the magic, there was the passionate life he longed for.

How wonderful.

Gradually, a figure seemed to emerge from the silver light emanating from the wand.

That is……

A tall, strong horse with flowing long hair...

horse?

"My guardian angel is a horse?" Lockhart exclaimed, tilting his head back in amazement, his eyes filled with delight. "I love it!"

This is a passionate horse!