Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

But no matter what, his excitement at the moment is justified.

Because just as he said, soul magic is recognized as one of the most profound magics among all magics, second only to time magic, a conceptual magic that has not yet been fully explored by the magic world.

And that Gilderoy Lockhart was actually going to teach this spell...Harry was already looking forward to it!

Chapter 221 Witness the past!

"He's definitely going to be in trouble this time—there's no way he's good at soul magic... I guess he'll just wave his wand at the air and chant some incomprehensible spell, then say it's some kind of soul magic he invented!"

"Think about it, Ryan, how ridiculous is that?!"

When Ryan heard Harry and Ron looking forward to Professor Lockhart's Defense Against Soul Magic class tomorrow with a little excitement, and began to predict the possible exciting scenes in vivid detail, he was indeed looking forward to it.

"Soul magic...yes...Professor Lockhart is very good at this field."

He said, “I’m looking forward to it.”

As he said this, Harry and Ron naturally understood that Ryan also thought Lockhart was overestimating his abilities, and they felt that there would be something interesting to watch tomorrow.

Although Hermione was dissatisfied with their blatant ridicule of the professor, her expression became a little subtle when she heard Ryan's words - she always felt that there seemed to be other meanings in Ryan's words.

But no matter what, they all made an appointment to meet in the auditorium tomorrow morning to watch Professor Lockhart's "return performance" together.

"We must go there early, there will definitely be a lot of people watching the fun."

The next morning, the situation in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom confirmed what Harry and Ron said.

At this moment, the classroom was crowded with people, and every seat was occupied - even some senior students who obviously shouldn't be here seemed to have skipped class.

The air was filled with a buzz of curiosity, excitement, and anticipation.

"Fortunately, we arrived twenty minutes early, otherwise we might not have a seat today."

Ron whispered smugly.

"Oh, come on—if I hadn't woken you up, we would have been twenty minutes late today."

Harry said bluntly.

Just when there was less than a minute left before the class bell rang, a burst of hurried footsteps rushed in along with a familiar strong smell of perfume.

Professor Gilderoy Lockhart has arrived.

His signature golden curly hair was still carefully groomed, his dazzling moon-white robe had exaggerated gold edges, and his face was filled with his familiar toothy smile.

After he saw the little wizard in the crowded classroom, his expression became complicated for a moment - he seemed to enjoy the attention, but at the same time his smile was a little stiff, and even his face seemed a little pale.

"Well, kids, as you know—we have to get started."

He walked up to the podium and quickly opened the textbook.

Then, the entire classroom was soon filled with only his rhythmic, reciting-like voice.

It must be said that Lockhart's reading level is still as high as ever - even the boring knowledge in the textbooks has some adventure stories in his mouth.

Especially in the middle of the lecture, he would intersperse some comments and feelings, which was quite intimidating.

But it was obvious that the young wizards, who were already accustomed to Lockhart's teaching style, were not here to see this.

"Professor Lockhart, we want to see some real skills!"

I don't know which little wizard below started to make a noise of booing.

Then the little wizards below started to make a fuss.

"Soul magic—Professor, you said in class before that you are very good at it, but you just gave the opportunity to show it to Professor Crouch!"

“We want to see!”

"Professor, could you please stop studying? I'm almost falling asleep!"

As he spoke, Lockhart's expression turned almost visibly pale.

He obviously didn't expect that the young wizards would be so 'rude' to him, the professor, after not seeing him for such a long time.

"Silence, you..."

He wanted to say something, but it was obvious that this situation could not be suppressed by just a few words.

And it is at this moment...

"really..."

Ryan looked at Lockhart, who was in a panic at the moment, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, just as he guessed, Lockhart had no preparation at all and was forced to take this class because of public opinion.

but...

"That's just right."

Ryan thought to himself.

So the next moment, Ryan stood up.

"Professor Lockhart."

His manner was quite polite.

But Lockhart became even more nervous in an instant, his body tensed up almost instantly.

Ryan could even easily guess what he was thinking at this moment - he must be very scared because of the secret in his heart, and not long ago, his colleague was tragically sent to Azkaban by Ryan.

But it doesn't matter, because at this moment Ryan is his only 'helper' who can get him out of this embarrassing situation.

"professor."

He smiled at Lockhart and said, "I thought, in order to help everyone better understand your superb theories, perhaps I would be honored to come on stage and demonstrate some of the soul spells mentioned in the book?"

"You know, I often act as a teaching assistant."

As soon as the words fell, the little wizards below were also stunned for a moment.

Especially Harry and Ron, they couldn't help but look at Ryan at this moment.

They couldn't understand - we were supposed to be together to watch Lockhart's fun? What were you doing?

But before Ron could say anything, Harry quietly pulled him back.

"Hush, Ron... Ryan must have his own ideas."

As always, Harry has great trust in Ryan.

But on the other side...

"Teaching assistant, you..."

Lockhart instinctively felt fear and wanted to wave his hand to refuse.

But the words of refusal stopped as soon as they came to his lips.

"Of course! Of course no problem! Mr. Elias!"

He thought for a moment, then forced himself to put on his brightest but obviously stiff smile, and said in a dry voice, "Everyone knows how outstanding you are. You are fully qualified to be a teaching assistant—it's an honor for the class!"

"But I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately... I was sick a while ago, which has made it difficult for me to cast spells, so I'm afraid I won't be able to cooperate with you in the demonstration..."

He said so.

"Oh, of course, Professor."

After hearing this, Ryan smiled and said, "Your health is more important."

He even looked at Lockhart with concern: "Maybe you have gone to the school hospital or St. Mungo's? I have some connections there..."

"Oh, no need."

Lockhart finally relaxed and said quickly, "It's almost healed."

After hearing this, Ryan nodded: "Okay."

"As for the spell... I have my own way."

As he spoke, Ryan slowly walked towards the podium.

The smile on his face was still gentle, but there seemed to be a faint light flowing in the depths of his blue eyes.

There was no complicated opening move or lengthy spell chanting; he simply raised the wand in his hand.

In an instant, the situation was different from what everyone expected.

There was no loud explosion, no blinding bright light.

Soft, quiet and deep halos flowed silently from the tip of his staff like water waves.

"Witness the past! (Praeteritavis)"

Chapter 222 Lockhart's Memory!

As Ryan softly chanted the spell.

The magic that flashed from the tip of his wand attracted the attention of all the young wizards.

To be fair, the sight of the spell being released wasn't particularly shocking.

But at this moment, the little wizards seemed to instinctively sense a peace that came from the soul.

They felt that the anxiety and distractions that had accumulated over the days were slowly dissipating, and in their place... were memories.

The same is certainly true of Gilderoy Lockhart.

He widened his eyes, and his originally tense mood visibly eased.

He leaned on the edge of the desk and took a long breath.

At this moment, he instinctively felt relaxed.

It was as if the fear that had accompanied him since he became famous, which came with "fame", had completely disappeared at this moment.

Surrounded by this strange and peaceful aura, his tense nerves began to relax.

Then memories came flooding back like a tide that broke free from its restraints, filling the gaps in his mind.

"coming."