Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Boo!

Just as everyone was on high alert, facing Lockhart's renewed super evolution, a huge, scorching fireball suddenly appeared in mid-air.

A phoenix, reborn from the ashes, appeared in the secret chamber. Like a sun that gives people hope, it brought scorching heat and much-needed help.

Phoenix Fox dropped his tattered Sorting Hat and turned to poke Lockhart's eyes with his claws.

His eyes don't have any magic power...

It must be said, however, that Fox managed to hold off Lockhart for a while thanks to his agile movements.

The Sorting Hat, seemingly afraid that others wouldn't understand Dumbledore's meaning, pulled Gryffindor's sword directly to the ground from below. The jewel-encrusted longsword gleamed dazzlingly in the dimly lit secret room.

Jimmy picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on his head, and whispered to the hat, "When you get back, tell Dumbledore that five thousand Galleons isn't enough."

The Sorting Hat muttered under its breath, "I regret it. You wicked and greedy brat should have been sorted into Slytherin!"

"Harry!"

Jimmy ignored the Sorting Hat and called to Harry, pointing to the longsword on the ground, "Pick it up! Hagrid and I will cover you. We have to fight!"

Without a word, Harry ran up and picked up the longsword. The slender, gem-encrusted sword was very light, and even he could hold it firmly in his hand, only now it was a two-handed sword instead of a one-handed one.

"If Lockhart isn't eliminated here, the school will never have peace. If he can attack Senior Milton, he can attack Ginny, he can attack other students, until the school has to close down because of him!"

At this moment, Jimmy was like a commander giving a final pep talk on the front lines, using carelessness to urge these young men to go and die.

"If we work together, we can definitely defeat those seemingly invincible enemies! Hermione, Ron, Neville, Draco! Use Transfiguration to blind Lockhart, create noise and smells to impair his judgment, Hagrid cover Harry and we'll go together!"

"Leave it to me!"

Hagrid yelled and charged forward, grabbing the now straightened titanium fork.

Grasping the longsword, Harry seemed to possess boundless courage, howling and following behind Hagrid.

Hermione and the others followed Jimmy's instructions, blindfolded, had their ears pierced, and covered their noses, and all went together.

Phoenix Fox was also helping out from the sky, flying down every now and then to scratch Lockhart's flesh. It was unclear how those claws were grown, but each time they flew down, they could scrape off a piece of flesh.

However, Jimmy recalled that in the original Fox story, Fox was able to carry two people, a sword, and a hat, flying more than fifty meters back to the ground, which was indeed an incredible feat of strength.

"Awooo!" Hagrid roared, and his steel fork pierced Lockhart's chest, forcing him back.

Harry didn't know how to wield a sword; he just ran to Lockhart's feet and swung it wildly. Gryffindor's longsword, though millennia old, was still sharp.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through Lockhart's leg, instantly turning it into a bloody mess; even the barbed wire couldn't inflict as much damage as this longsword.

Seeing that the longsword's strikes were effective, Harry wanted to press his advantage, but was quickly pulled back by Jimmy's spell, causing the longsword to slip from Harry's hand and fall to the ground.

Bang!

The pained Lockhart, like a raging beast, rammed Hagrid away, ripped off the black cloth that Ron had conjured on his head, and charged forward.

"Scatter!" Jimmy immediately pushed the others aside, swung his wand, and chanted, "Explosion!"

The force of the Explosive Curse jolted Lockhart into a daze, but it continued to hurtle towards him at full speed.

The others tried to use any spells they could think of to stop Lockhart from rushing toward Jimmy, but all their efforts were in vain, and some even missed their targets.

"Tarantella Dance!" Ron swung the wand that was taped shut, and a burst of green light exploded from the wand in his hand, sending him flying backward.

“Ron!” Harry called out.

Jimmy watched Lockhart about to crash into him and thought to himself, "I hope I don't actually hurt myself."

His wand flashed, leaving afterimages, as he silently chanted, "Obstacles upon obstacles! Armor to protect! Obstacles upon obstacles!"

A dozen protective spells were deployed just before the impact, providing maximum protection. He also held two pebbles in his hand, intending to add two more layers of thick sponge when the impact occurred.

Bang!

Lockhart crashed into the combined protection of several barrier and armor charms. Jimmy felt as if he had been hit by a car, his chest tightened, and he was immediately sent flying backward uncontrollably.

He heard Hermione, Harry, and the others calling his name, and Hagrid sounding like he was about to cry.

Pfft!

The moment Jimmy crashed into the Slytherin statue, he used Silent Polymorph to conjure several sponge pads to cushion his back and head, and then used Barrier Charm to reduce the damage.

As he fell, before hitting the ground, he used an explosion spell to splash up the water on the ground to block the view of others, then placed two more mats on top, and that was it.

Jimmy lay comfortably in the puddle, closed his eyes, and waited for Lao Bi Deng to finish his script.

He squinted, looking in the direction where Lao Bi Deng was standing, his eyes twitching.

Then Jimmy heard Hermione's voice coming closer, felt his face being splashed with water, and then felt a pair of hands groping him.

"Jimmy? Please, please don't let anything happen to you! Waaah..."

As she spoke, Hermione almost cried, but she calmed down when she realized that Jimmy was still breathing and that she didn't see any obvious external injuries when she pulled up his clothes.

"Hermione! We have to find a way to kill Lockhart!" Harry picked up his sword with a tragic air. Faced with Lockhart's threat, the fear in his heart was replaced by the courage of revenge.

Today he knows that if Lockhart is not defeated, none of them will be able to leave the Chamber alive!

Hagrid scrambled to his feet, threw off his helmet, wiped the tears streaming down his face, and charged at Lockhart with a death-defying spirit, shouting, "I won't allow you to hurt them!"

Ron, clutching his chest, along with Neville and Draco, whose minds were blank, grabbed their wands and fiercely charged at Lockhart.

Hagrid was knocked away time and time again, and Harry's movements became more agile.

Hermione held up her wand, seemingly trying to figure out a solution, and kept casting spells to hinder Lockhart's movements.

Ron seemed to realize that his wand was unusable, so he picked up Jimmy's wand and joined the battle.

If you break this, you're finished!

Jimmy squinted at Ron.

Ron felt a chill run down his spine. He felt this was a premonition from Jimmy. Although it was useless, he still tried to cover his head with the black cloth he conjured with Transfiguration to create more opportunities for Harry to attack.

The battered basilisk rose again and joined the attack.

Hagrid, clad in heavy armor, was repeatedly knocked away, making Harry's attacks increasingly difficult. Lockhart's consciousness continued to sink, and his attacks became more and more chaotic.

In a turn, Harry felt something thick and covered in scales rapidly enlarge, then he felt his body lighten and fly up, and his sword slipped from his hand once again.

Draco saw Harry being knocked away and ran in a panic towards where Harry had fallen, shouting, "Harry!!!"

Chapter 165 The Performance Ends

The future Gryffindor swordsman, filled with grief and indignation, picked up Gryffindor's longsword.

Because they all realized that only the longsword sent by the phoenix could cut through Lockhart's thick skin.

"Don't hurt my friend!" Neville raised his sword and charged at Lockhart, leaping high into the air as he stepped on the basilisk.

The sharp longsword slashed diagonally at Lockhart's neck. Realizing what was happening, Lockhart, limping on one leg, turned and swatted Neville away.

The longsword fell to the ground at Ron's feet along with Neville's, and Ron's face turned pale at the sight.

Despite his fear, he picked up the longsword from the ground.

"The slide is flat!"

Seizing the opportunity, Hermione cast a slide charm on Lockhart's feet, causing him to fall again, and then shouted, "Hurry! Ron!"

Having regained his courage, Ron grabbed his longsword and roared to bolster his own courage. He ran over and slashed at Lockhart's leg, nearly severing Lockhart's beast-like hoof.

"Roar!"

Lockhart, in pain, instinctively kicked his leg. Ron, who was right next to him, felt a jolt in his wrist, a flash of sword light, and his body was immediately moistened by warm blood.

He screamed and staggered backward, his shoulder slashed by the blade that had cut him, and his wrist felt as if it had been split open.

Harry, who had just gotten up while clutching his chest, was alarmed to see his good friend injured and immediately wanted to check on Ron's injuries.

"Wait...!" Draco saw Lockhart's tail move, and an impulse took over her body before her brain could react. She threw herself at Harry and hugged him tightly.

The next moment, a thick tail lashed out at her, causing Harry, whom she was holding, to tumble and roll on the ground.

The powerful tail lashed out at Draco's frail body, knocking her unconscious. As she fell to the ground, she murmured, "Danger... Harry..."

Harry stared blankly at the face so close to his face.

Hagrid, who had gotten up again, lunged forward and grabbed Lockhart, who was trying to kill Harry and Draco, and cried out desperately, "Hermione, get the others out of here!"

Hermione looked at her fallen friend and picked up the longsword from the ground; she wouldn't run away.

Hermione, who had circled behind Lockhart, charged forward with her longsword held high, ignoring the threat of the tail, and plunged it into Lockhart's waist.

The longsword pierced through Lockhart's body, and Lockhart roared in pain, his tail instinctively whipping around.

Hermione closed her eyes tightly, gripped the hilt of her sword, and braced herself for the impending attack.

Bang!

It didn't hurt. Although she was flying in the air, it felt like she had fallen into a sponge when she landed.

Falling to the ground, Hermione opened her eyes in surprise, looked around, and finally fixed her gaze on the "unconscious" Jimmy.

Hagrid was thrown into the air once again.

Harry wiped the blood splattered on his forehead, went to Hermione, and snatched the sword from her.

Turning around and pointing his sword at Lockhart, who was beating Hagrid and the Basilisk, Harry's eyes burned with intense anger and unwavering determination.

His eyes swept over the blood-soaked Ron, the struggling Neville, and the uncertain fate of Draco. His friends' unwavering support transformed into the greatest force in the world!

He roared, as if displaying an ambition to swallow the heavens and earth, and time seemed to slow down as he acted…

Jimmy, lying on the puddle, squinted as he watched the show. Bored, he couldn't help but imagine narration in his mind as Harry charged toward Lockhart.

Leaping like an ape, the Basilisk and Harry were of one mind, and the Basilisk used its tail to send Harry into the air.

Hermione threw a pebble, which transformed into a black cloth and wrapped around Lockhart's face.

The longsword struck Lockhart's head squarely, instantly cleaving his skull in two—a skull so powerful even a hammer couldn't break it.

That's so fake...

Jimmy rolled his eyes.

The scene was covered by a black cloth, so it didn't appear too bloody.

Lockhart's body crashed to the ground, then began to shrink rapidly. When Harry landed, Lockhart's body exploded, bursting out with dazzling rays of various colors.