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When Lucius heard this, he was startled, nodded quickly in agreement, and then walked out cautiously.

After seeing Lucius leave the meeting room, Tom did not go directly back into his notebook Horcrux.

Instead, he stretched out his imaginary right hand and gently touched the black notebook in front of him.

Feeling his soul passing through the notebook, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Finally, I had the chance to leave Gilderoy Lockhart.

However, the next moment, as if sensing something, a golden dragon magic mark appeared between Tom's brows.

In an instant, Tom's soul face began to change into a somewhat hideous look, as if he wanted to howl, but he held it back.

Soon, as the magic mark between his eyebrows disappeared, Tom's soul phantom also dissipated somewhat.

However, his face remained expressionless as he suppressed his inner thoughts.

I hope I can see Lockhart's true colors this time.

By then, when he has cut off the brand and successfully resurrected, he will definitely let Lockhart enjoy the Unforgivable Curse meal.

While thinking, Tom threw himself back into his notebook.

Now, he still needs to continue to condense his soul to lay the foundation for his later resurrection.

One has to sigh that the soul meditation method that Lockhart came up with is of great help to a split soul like his.

..............

Two days later, morning, Frank Manor.

Today, in the manor, a large number of wizards are spread all over the manor, constantly wandering around, as if they are on patrol, with somewhat vigilant expressions.

On the green lawn in front of the manor, suddenly...

A red halo emerged.

Then, two figures walked out.

It was Lockhart and his student Ian.

Lockhart, who had just arrived at Frank Manor, did not hide his aura at all. He directly exuded his aura and expanded it to the entire manor in a brutal manner.

call!

Almost instantly, most of the wizards in the entire manor suddenly felt dazed, as if their chests were carrying a huge weight and some of them could hardly breathe.

snort!

As if sensing the aura emanating from Lockhart, a cold snort was heard in the air, and a huge mental force pressed towards Lockhart and Ian.

Feeling the quality of this mental power, Lockhart raised his eyebrows slightly.

Without any hesitation, a large amount of mental power that had undergone soul transformation surged out, and without using any techniques, he attacked violently.

Click! Click!

The two spiritual powers collided with each other, and all the wizards seemed to hear a crackling sound from the air, as if they were in a stalemate.

Even though the other party has been practicing for many years, constantly refining and strengthening his spiritual power.

But compared to Lockhart's soul transformation, it is still slightly inferior.

The stalemate lasted less than half a minute before the situation was broken. Lockhart used his higher quality mental power to directly counterattack.

However.....

hum!

As Lockhart spread his mental power throughout the entire manor, he suddenly found that he seemed unable to find where the other party was.

Immediately afterwards...

tread!tread!tread!

Soon, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, dozens of wizards appeared in front of Lockhart.

What surprised Lockhart even more was that even though the other party was right in front of him, he still couldn't sense the other party through his mind, as if the other party was in another space.

This made Lockhart feel alert.

It turns out that you shouldn't underestimate anyone.

The pure-bloods have been able to control the wizarding world for thousands of years, so they must have some tricks up their sleeves.

As his thoughts turned, Lockhart looked at the wizards opposite him, especially the old wizard who was leading the group.

With a light step, a wave of magic power spread around.

In an instant, the surrounding green lawn turned into a huge circular flat ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lockhart and many wizards are at the center of the circle.

Then...Vlad Travers, president of the Presbyterian Church, heard a voice coming from the other side.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, the founder of meditation, and his disciple Ian, have come... to seek justice!"

Take a day off and make it up tomorrow

Sorry, I have a lot of things to do today. I haven't finished them yet and have to stay up late to continue working on them. I will try to make up for it tomorrow. Sorry, dear readers.

Chapter 320: Control Space, Rewrite Reality (Two in One)

Frank Manor.

On the lawn, Ian stood next to his mentor, looking at dozens of pure-blood wizards opposite him.

He clenched his teeth tightly and gripped his wand tightly. As the magic power surged, his body trembled slightly. He seemed a little excited, but he tried his best to restrain himself.

Ian kept looking at the faces of each wizard opposite him, imprinting them firmly in his mind.

It is very likely that the murderer of his parents is among them.

suddenly...

"Ian, calm down. I will give you an explanation today."

Hearing the voice of his mentor, Ian nodded slightly, but the excitement in his heart did not subside at all.

At this moment, Lockhart sensed the inner emotions of his student Yien, but did not say much.

Because he focused most of his attention on the old wizard standing opposite him.

He could feel the powerful magic contained in the other party's slightly hunched body, and even vaguely sensed a hint of danger.

And this wizard was Vlad Travers, the president of the Presbyterian Church.

As if he had noticed Lockhart's gaze, Vlad looked at him indifferently, with no emotion in his distinct black and white pupils.

suddenly.....

call!

Under the feet of everyone, the circular flat ground that had just been transformed by the spell suddenly began to turn into grass again, but in the next moment, it turned into flat ground again.

Then...the emerald green lawn and the gray plain are intertwined and constantly changing. Sometimes the lawn is the majority, and sometimes the plain is the majority.

It seems to indicate the situation of secret confrontation between the two people at this moment.

All the wizards around felt their hair stand on end, as if a ferocious beast was in front of them and their lives might be in danger at any time.

boom!

The two men looked at each other, and the magic power surging from their bodies continued to collide and intertwine, fighting for control of the surrounding space. The two magic powers collided with each other in mid-air, constantly making slight explosion sounds.

After a moment, as if they had telepathic connection, they both withdrew their magical powers at the same time.

The ground beneath my feet was completely divided into half lawn and half flat land, just like a Tai Chi diagram.

"Vlad Travers, president of the Presbyterian Church!"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, the founder of meditation."

The two men, one old and one young, one tall and one short, introduced themselves in calm tones.

"Lockhart, the Frank family is a member of the Presbyterian Church." Vlad reminded calmly.

"So, the Elders Council was also involved in the attack on me." Lockhart counterattacked without hesitation.

Hearing this, Vlad frowned slightly.

In the competition just now, he didn't gain any advantage at all, and was even at a disadvantage because he didn't dare to use his full strength due to his old age.

For a young and middle-aged wizard like Lockhart, it would be impossible to win without paying a price.

So, try not to fight if you can.

But if it is really necessary....just do your best!

This is his experience gained from living for hundreds of years.

After hearing this, Justo Frank, who was standing by, seemed to sense the tense atmosphere between the two sides and made a slight gesture to the wizard next to him.

After seeing this, everyone moved their feet slightly, put their hands on their waists, clenched their wands, and assumed a fighting stance.

At the same time, Justo said, "I'm very sorry, Professor Lockhart, the Frank family and the Elders were not aware of Herman's private actions."

“We are willing to compensate for this.”

Hearing what Justo said, Lockhart raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "I came to the Frank family today. On the one hand, as you said, it was Herman from the Frank family who attacked me."

"On the other hand, it's for my student Ian."

At this point, Lockhart's tone became somewhat solemn.

"The taming techniques used by your Flack family in the dragon farm over the years all originated from Ian's parents, Sylvie Norton and Wangari Saber."

"And they, my students' parents, died six years ago,"

"According to my investigation, after their death, your dragon farm used their magic technology?"

"How do you explain this?"

After hearing this, Justo felt something was wrong.

He has not been the patriarch of the family for many years and does not know much about family affairs.

Naturally, Sylvie Norton and Wangari Saber didn't know much about them.

But his family is mainly engaged in the magical animal industry, and raising dragons is the top priority.

Naturally, they are well aware of their own monopoly habits.

As his thoughts turned, Justo glanced at the current patriarch Dustin Frank who was standing beside him.

Looking at his pale face, my heart sank.

"Professor Lockhart, Sylvie Norton, and Wangari Suber were examined by the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, an accident occurred while they were studying magic, which led to their deaths."

Dustin Frank explained dryly.

"How is that possible?" Ian at the side could not help but question loudly: "My parents are professional researchers of magical animals."

"We have always been cautious and have prepared all kinds of protective measures. Even if an accident occurs, it is impossible for someone to die directly."

"And during that time, my parents were researching harmless 2x-level magical animals. How could an accident happen?"

When Ian said this, his eyes became bloodshot and his voice rose involuntarily, as if he was very angry at the ridiculous reason given by the other party.

Lockhart patted Ian's shoulder gently to comfort him.

Then, he looked at the people opposite him and spoke slowly in a calm but threatening tone.

"You now have two choices."

"The first one is to fulfill all the previous conditions, and then hand over the murderer and all the profits you have earned over the years."

"The second one is a duel. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. The winner has everything."

As if sensing the meaning of Lockhart's words, Justo and other members of the Frank family looked a little pale.

The entire series focused on Vlad Travers, president of the Presbyterian Church.

Their family's former top fighter, Hermann Fleck, had been completely destroyed.