The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 102 Let's go, the adventure is over.

Hermione was in a hurry.

In that instant, countless things from Professor Lockhart's classes flashed through her mind.

There are questions from Professor Lockhart about how George Weasley dealt with the killing curse of the dark wizard, as well as more detailed breakdowns of the dozen or so answers given by Professor Lockhart, along with answers from other people and his own answers at the time.

But all of this was quickly interrupted by a chill that seemed to spread from the depths of one's soul.

The coolness quickly penetrated her body, intensely stimulating every cell in her body.

She couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

It's that werewolf!

The werewolf's ghost passed straight through her body and pounced on Tom. In the instant it left her body, it quickly regained its life and became vivid.

"Roar~~~"

The werewolf pounced on Tom instantly, its sharp claws viciously digging into Tom's cheeks and pinching his mouth, completely breaking his spell. It then pulled his head away, revealing his pale, slender neck.

"No~~"

Tom let out a muffled groan, staring in horror at the werewolf's incredibly realistic body. Wasn't it dead? Wasn't it struck by its own killing curse?

Why does its life seem so wild, so ferocious, so passionate, so...

Fresh?

Then Tom saw something even more terrifying.

As the werewolf opened its massive, fanged maw, he noticed a green light shimmering on its teeth—a light that looked strangely familiar.

Killing Curse!

That's a death curse!

Tom even keenly sensed that the light of this killing curse also carried his method of using death to create powerful magical energy.

How dare you!

How dare you use the methods I invented against me!

Do not!

Tom roared angrily, but his mouth was pinched shut by the wolf, and he could no longer make a sound.

Then he watched helplessly as the werewolf tore at him.

In an instant, he felt a chilling coldness as if life had lost its color, and then he felt all his thoughts, desires, and wants bursting like bubbles, releasing a powerful magic before being completely extinguished, so hot and intense.

That's really weird!

Tom discovered that he was not dead!

Even if the werewolf uses the Killing Curse, a spell that can kill a person in an instant.

Even though the sharp wolf fangs had severed his throat, and blood gushed out due to the pressure from the werewolf's massive body squeezing his abdomen, he still did not die.

Oh~~~

He finally understood.

It turns out—he wasn't Tom Riddle; he was just a memory of Tom Riddle.

Memory, of course, does not die; it can only remain active in the mind, in the Horcrux, or in the Pensieve.

This is clearly not a fairy tale world; it's just the world of a group of people's thoughts.

But the pain of being torn apart is real!

But the feeling of death from being repeatedly harmed by the Killing Curse is real!

He's in so much pain!

Heartbreaking!

At this moment, Hermione finally realized what was happening. Her mind was too sharp, and in an instant, she came up with a perfect way to deal with the dark wizard and werewolf in front of her.

She quickly pulled out the bottle of potion her grandmother had given her, opened the cap, poured it out, and waved her wand to cast a transformation spell, attaching herself to Tom's body.

Grandma said that this potion could help Mr. Beast suppress his animalistic nature and turn back into a human, and it was obviously effective for werewolves as well.

Also, the red cloak struggling in his hand—Tom just said it would turn the werewolf back into a human.

How do you put it on a werewolf?

Hermione gripped her wand tightly, took a deep breath, and whispered to herself, "I should believe in magic, I should believe in magic."

It will create miracles!

With that, she gently waved her wand, "Yugadilem Leviosa!"

The red cloak floated up and, at the command of her wand, unfurled in mid-air, draping over the werewolf's back.

她成功了！

She could never have done these things before, whether it was the shapeshifting spell that attached the potion to Tom or the levitation charm that draped a cloak over a werewolf, they were so wonderful and full of agility that she could never achieve before!

Magic is no longer a standard formula!

It began to change!

How interesting!

But Hermione's smile quickly faded. She watched expectantly, waiting, but Tom remained motionless. The werewolf had devoured his thick gray fur, which was now stained with blood, yet he still did nothing.

Grandma's medicine has lost its effectiveness!

The red cape is no longer effective!

What should I do?

She gritted her teeth, so unwilling to give up, and finally made up her mind to run outside.

As she ran, she suddenly realized something was wrong. That red cloak was definitely a very important prop; perhaps she was using it incorrectly.

Turning back would definitely be dangerous.

But she had no choice but to take the risk.

She tried her best to keep her footsteps quiet, like a thief, and quietly returned to the broken hole. She hid at the edge, pointed the tip of her wand inside, and then peeked inside.

In just a moment, her eyes widened.

What did she see?!

The red cloak fell to the ground and crept cautiously toward the outside.

Apart from a pool of blood, there was no other trace of Tom's presence on the ground.

But that's not the point. The point is that the terrifying werewolf covered in blood is shrinking rapidly. This werewolf can control its shape change on its own.

That's not what the book says!

No, that's not right!

Hermione realized that the full moon night was probably over. Although they were in the deepest cellar of the castle and couldn't see outside, they estimated that it should be about time.

good chance!

The werewolf's magic resistance is too strong; ordinary spells are useless against it. But once she transforms back into a wizard, she is not without a chance, and she even has the advantage of launching a sneak attack.

"upside down--"

She quietly chanted the incantation, then suddenly covered her mouth, afraid to make a sound, staring in disbelief at the scene before her.

That werewolf! That werewolf!

It was Professor Lockhart!

She turned around and pressed herself against the wall, feeling her heart pounding wildly, her head spinning and confused, not knowing what to do.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly felt a warm breath approaching, which startled her. She cautiously opened her eyes and found that Professor Lockhart was already standing in front of her.

"Hermione," Professor Lockhart's voice sounded complex as he habitually rubbed his wand, pondering, "We always try to avoid doing bad things, but sometimes fate likes to play a cruel joke on us, forcing us to do them."

"I can't let the news that I'm a werewolf spread everywhere; it would cause me a lot of trouble, you understand?"

Hermione nodded rapidly and nervously, watching in horror as Lockhart raised his wand and pointed it at her.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I hope you can completely forget about this."

Completely forget?

Hermione couldn't help but think of her favorite Sherlock Holmes stories from when she was a child, which said that only the dead can keep secrets!

Do not!

No!

Hearing Professor Lockhart begin chanting the spell, Hermione cried out, "I'll keep it a secret! Please!"

is it?

Lockhart looked at the wand in Hermione's hand.

Hermione froze for a moment, then reacted quickly, throwing her wand aside. Terrified, she clutched her wizard's robes tightly against the wall, turned her head away, and squeezed her eyes shut, pleading, "Really, I swear, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, please!"

Her voice choked with sobs, and tears welled in her eyes. "Professor Lockhart, I admire you so much. I sleep with your autographed books every day. I—I—" Please, please, let me go!

The little witch pressed herself against the wall, trembling, but the will to resist she had shown when facing Tom was gone.

She could feel the professor's presence so close, so real.

She cried and cried.

Lockhart looked down at her silently for a long while, then finally sighed, "Well, it's not a big deal anyway."

never mind."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground, feeling as if she had just walked through the gates of death.

"Don't tell Harry and Ron, okay?"

"Ron can't tell what's important, and Harry likes to label people based on what he knows. I don't want them to think of me as a bad guy or a monster because of that," Lockhart said, sounding somewhat helpless.

"No, that won't happen!" Hermione said very sincerely.

"Very good." Lockhart smiled and patted the little witch's head, picked up his wand from the ground and handed it to her, helped her up, and then turned and walked straight over to step on the red cloak that was quietly crawling away from the ground.

He grabbed the cloak, glanced back at Hermione, and said, "Would you believe me if I told you it was the monster in the forest that was trying to devour everything?"

"Of course!" Hermione immediately remembered the lesson Professor Lockhart had given them before this adventure, explaining in detail the characteristics of cloaked dark magic creatures and the effects of Patronus Charms.

It was only then that she realized, "Oh right, the creature they've come to deal with is the dark magic creature that has been hiding the rainbow fish for decades!"

These dark magic creatures typically feed by enveloping and digesting wizards, using their dark magic to dismantle the wizards' mental strength and devour them completely. Now that they have come to this fairy tale world through Lockhart's "telepathy," many of the things they have experienced are probably attempts by this monster to devour and digest them.

"Sometimes we have to immerse ourselves in the world of fairy tales to experience the wonder of magic."

"But sometimes we also need to step out of the fairy tale atmosphere and feel the reality of life."

"Because only with enough authenticity can fairy tales become magical, and only with authenticity can we truly feel the meaning of our own existence, rather than playing a role in a fairy tale and becoming someone else."

Lockhart said these words to her meaningfully, then waved his hand. A burst of emerald light quickly rippled in front of her, revealing a completely different scene. "Let's go, the fairytale adventure is over."

"Welcome to reality."

Reality is often much crueler.

When Hermione returned to the real world with Lockhart, she discovered that many of their friends had already arrived before them.

They were having an excited discussion.

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Corpses littered the ground!