The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Bobby Apparated back to his seat. "Now let's see how the professor gets out of this predicament!"

"ah--------!!!!!"

Hermione couldn't bear it and asked Poppy, "Poppy, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Hermione had long seen that Lockhart was somewhat overrated, but her fan bias made her choose to continue believing in him, which is why she is now pleading with Bobby.

"This is just a werewolf created by shapeshifting. Compared to a real werewolf, it has less than a fifth of the strength and almost no magic resistance! Professor Lockhart wrote 'Wandering with Werewolves,' so he must have a knack for dealing with werewolves!"

"what!!!"

"Aaaaaa!!!!"

Finally, it was time to leave class. Lockhart left in a very disheveled state, his lavender robe torn into strips, and he looked like a mop head.

The next class is for first-year Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.

Lockhart changed his clothes, composed himself, and revealed his eight teeth again.

It's okay, it was just a messy class period. I've been messy before, haven't I? It's nothing serious, nothing serious!

But in the classroom packed with people, he saw again that ominous, wine-red hair surrounded by the first-year Slytherin students.

"Professor! I'm free recently, so let me be your full-time assistant!"

"Transfiguration!"

"what!!!!!"

After enduring two afternoon classes, Lockhart dragged his exhausted body back to his room. He was covered in bruises, including his favorite robe, Robe-2.

He desperately needed good food to soothe his wounded soul. He rummaged through his drawers and found his third favorite turquoise outfit, dressed himself up in his finest attire, and then headed to the auditorium.

News travels fast among young wizards, and what happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon quickly spread like wildfire.

He listened to all the rumors along the way, but his mental fortitude was unparalleled, and he was able to maintain his "charming" smile as he arrived at the auditorium.

The professors cast sympathetic glances at him, but Lockhart took it as their goodwill and gave a smug bow, his hair bouncing twice with the movement.

The professors looked away and ignored him.

Lockhart then noticed that two dishes were already prepared on the table: a regular steak and a very fragrant stew.

Clearly, he couldn't eat two dishes by himself. He looked at the other professors and saw that they had all chosen stewed meat.

Ah ha, I'm such a clever little devil, it's obvious that this stew is the better dish.

Sit down and start eating.

Sure enough, this was the best meat he had ever eaten; it was so delicious that he almost wanted to swallow his tongue.

He didn't notice that after the professors finished eating the meat, they all drank a bottle of medicine.

Dumbledore sat in his seat, glancing sideways at Lockhart. "Poor kid, of all people to mess with, why did you have to provoke her?"

Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in turquoise, perfectly complementing his new green skin, shouted as he snorted, "What kind of meat is this?"

Professor Flitwick, mindful of their teacher-student relationship, explained to him, "This is the meat of a Peruvian venomous fanged dragon."

Chapter 55 Rampage II

Dumbledore still called Bobby to his office.

"Teacher, what can I do for you?"

Dumbledore put down his quill, looked up and adjusted his glasses. "Poppy, I may have to dismiss Professor Lockhart. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to substitute for Potions again."

Poppy: !!! !!!

"Why would they fire Lockhart out of the blue?" Although not having any classes is a bit nice, being a substitute teacher is really tiring. There are seven grades in total, and it's not as good as doing homework!

Old Deng said with a smile, "Lockhart's reputation among the students is getting lower and lower. He made so many fools of himself this afternoon. Even if he can keep going, no student will be willing to listen to him."

The old man grabbed a pile of cockroaches, threw it into his mouth, and took a bite. The sweet burst of roe made him squint his eyes in satisfaction: "Do you know what happens to a professor who has lost his authority?"

Bobby sighed. Dumbledore was using this incident to teach him that he needed to consider the big picture and have a strategic perspective when doing things...

"Alright, alright, I'll try to help him rebuild his prestige as a professor."

Dumbledore smiled and said, “I know Lockhart is engrossed in writing and hasn’t used the knowledge and spells he learned in school for too long, so he’s a bit rusty. But he is, after all, an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw. You can definitely bring him back to his graduation level. I believe in you, son.”

Bobby left the principal's office dejectedly. She had only herself to blame, but teaching one student was easier than teaching seven grades, she consoled herself.

However, when she actually sat down to tutor Lockhart, she realized that she had overestimated Lockhart.

"You're such a grown man, and you can't even cast a glow spell properly?"

"Mr. Filch has been a dud his whole life, but he just gained magic powers and can make feathers float!"

"You're really not even as good as a first-year student, Gilderoy Lockhart!"

If Poppy hadn't cast a soundproofing spell on the office, the whole school would have known that Lockhart was no better than a freshman, given the volume of her roar.

Bobby slumped onto the sofa, seething with anger. Maybe she should just fire this jerk? It's just one year of substitute teaching, right? She did it!

“Miss Evans, aren’t you going a bit too far? I am, after all, a third-class member of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and a five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award!”

Bobby raised her eyes and scoffed, "Do you think I don't know how these honors came about? Oh, except for the Most Charming Smile Award."

Lockhart tensed up, his face turning serious. "What do you mean by this?"

Bobby felt that Lockhart posed no threat to her at all, and even his master-level oblivion was useless against her.

So she said, "I heard you only have one spell that you use very well, is it the Oblivion Spell?"

Lockhart felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly; his eyes were burning, and his breath was rising in temperature.

"Who told you that!"

When Bobby is too lazy to explain to someone, she often attributes it to prophecy. She said, "I can see the past and the future, haven't you heard?"

"Forget everything and it's all empty!"

"Forget everything and it's all empty!"

"Forget everything and it's all empty!"

Lockhart cast three Oblivion Spells in quick succession, swiftly, steadily, and accurately. If he hadn't dealt with this little witch in front of him, his writing career would probably have ended there, and he might have even gone on vacation to Azkaban.

No, to be precise, he will definitely be locked up there. He cast the spell of Oblivion on many wizards and stole their achievements!

But Bobby kept smiling and swallowed the three curses.

As she expected, the difference in magical power rendered Lockhart's attacks ineffective against her.

“Lockhart, don’t waste your time,” Bobby stood up from the sofa, looking at the panicked Lockhart with a wicked smile. “Don’t embarrass yourself with your amateurish magic.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Bobby suddenly felt something was wrong. This wasn't her! From the beginning, she felt like she was losing control. What was wrong with her?

"what!!!!"

Lockhart, in a fit of impotent rage, unleashed a torrent of spells upon Poppy.

The cast failed and the character collapsed to the ground in a daze.

All those that fail to be cast will be petrified.

A failed lightning explosion.

The only successful casting of the "Fragmentation" spell hit the wall, smashing his own smiling portrait to pieces.

"Grinning and spitting!" In utter desperation, Lockhart even resorted to this kind of joking spell.

The "grinning and swooshing" is actually a very ancient joke spell, dating back to the time of the gods.

But no matter how long it has a history, it's just a joke curse. In theory, this tickling curse has no effect on Poppy.

But somehow, this curse acted like a switch, unleashing the demons of the abyss.

Poppy's burgundy hair instantly turned black and danced without wind.

Her emerald green pupils rapidly expanded, filling her entire eye sockets, and shone with the same green light as the Killing Curse.

She floated up and glared at Lockhart, who was then sent flying by a tremendous force and pinned to the wall by an unseen power.

"You! How dare you use this! Spell! On me!" Bobby's deep contralto voice boomed with anger and arrogance.

Lockhart was terrified.

He didn't understand. He had cast a bunch of evil spells before, and the girl hadn't gotten angry. But now, he had only cast a spell that was almost a prank. How could things have gotten so bad?

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and Dumbledore and Fawkes the Phoenix appeared there.

Lockhart cried out for help as if he had seen a savior.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, save me! This student is trying to kill me!"

Dumbledore completely ignored Lockhart and asked, "Bobby?"

The woman in front of him smiled and said, "Yes, I am Bobby."

But her voice remains a deep mezzo-soprano, imbued with the weight of time, as if the owner of this voice has lived through countless years.

Dumbledore asked with a stern face, "Who exactly are you?"

The woman didn't answer, but said, "Don't stop me, I'm going to kill that person."

Dumbledore shook his head. "This man is a professor at our school. As the headmaster, no matter how despicable he is, I cannot allow you to kill him in front of me!"

Then Dumbledore pointed his Elder Wand at the woman: "I don't know who you are, but please get out of my student's body!"

The woman threw her head back and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... Get out? She is me, and I am her. You actually want me to leave?"

With a flick of her right hand, a black light arced out and slashed towards Lockhart, who was pinned to the wall behind Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned and flicked his Elder Wand, sending a golden beam of light towards the black radiance. The two forces collided and canceled each other out, resulting in a violent explosion that wrecked the office.

She waved her left hand again, and the same radiance shot towards Lockhart from the left.

Dumbledore didn't have time to turn his wand back, so he turned halfway to the side and released a silver lightning bolt with his left hand, saving Lockhart once again.

"Zeus's thunderbolts?" the woman murmured. "Interesting, very interesting! You've been to Olympus, haven't you!"

Dumbledore turned around, waved his wand, and a water prison appeared, trapping the woman inside.