Hermione, join me as Minister of Magic!

They didn't say much, but quickly separated and ran towards the rising fireworks in the distance.

Chapter 260 Four: Make a draft before pretending to be aggressive

Lockhart arrived just in time, at least when those hooded guys were about to start undressing Mr and Mrs Roberts, Lockhart still had time to shine a light on the back of their heads.

"Stunning!" Lockhart yelled.

In fact, Lockhart can cast small spells like the Stunning Spell very well with silent spells, and the power is not even much lower than chanting spells. All hear it.

— A red light flashed, and a hooded man who was spouting dirty words was hit by Lockhart's spell.After receiving such a spell on the back of his head, he couldn't say a word, and immediately fell in front of Roberts' barracks.

The hooded group that was gathering together in a "carnival" suddenly fell silent for a while, like ducks that had been poured with cold water.

Lockhart went straight to the front of the barracks, blocked between the group of hooded men and Muggles, and began to ask Muggle Roberts questions.

After what happened tonight, Roberts would have his memory wiped no matter what, so Lockhart wanted to figure out what happened now.

"Hello, Mr. Roberts, we meet again... It seems that you are right, it is really not a good thing to get too close to these guys."

While talking, Lockhart tried his best to show his calmness, so that the guys behind him couldn't figure out his details.

But Roberts, the camp guard, seemed to be in shock: "It's you! Who are these guys, and who are you?"

Because Roberts has seen with his own eyes these thugs wielding sticks and manipulating himself and his wife as if they were puppets, so he doesn't believe it at all now

What a "hippie carnival" rhetoric.

Seeing him like this, Lockhart also knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he had to try to stabilize them first.

"Actually... I'm from MI[-], and I'm being ordered to monitor whether anyone will use... well, narcotics. Now it seems that they do use them, otherwise they wouldn't be as crazy as they are now." He said to Roberts.

Roberts obviously didn't believe it—he just saw how powerful the wooden sticks in the hands of the mob were.

Not only was my car turned into a toy car after they clicked it with the wooden stick, but the locked doors were blown open by them waving the stick in their hands, and then I and my wife were thrown from the bed by invisible forces. pulled out.

Compared with being caught out in the middle of the night as an object of fun, what made him feel more painful was that his wife was almost insulted by a group of people, and he had no way to do it.

"Those guys are not just drugged, they...they must be evil cultists, or damned, cannibal wizards!" Roberts shouted to Lockhart

I don't know if it's because Lockhart has a very deceptive face, or because he speaks very much like the "public servants" of the government department, but Roberts actually spoke his mind directly to him.

Well, even if Lockhart doesn't want to brainwash Roberts now, he can't do it.

He could only sigh and changed the subject: "Where are your two children? They're not here?"

While staring vigilantly at the group of hoods a few meters away, Roberts explained to Lockhart in a low voice.

"Because I suddenly found that there were many more jobs, I sent the children to the city.

The.

"That's good, after all, for children, this scene is too unbearable to look at directly... fainted!"

Lockhart suddenly drew his wand, knocking Mr Roberts and his wife unconscious.

Because modifying the memory requires concentration, and Lockhart doesn't have the time right now, so he chose to knock him unconscious first.

After putting the two Muggles down, Lockhart turned to the whisperers.

"Everyone, it's already so late, why don't you go back to rest? What do you want to do here?"

Probably because his tone was too peaceful, some people had an illusion because of this—that is, they thought this guy was easy to deal with.

"Stay out of your business, Ministry of Magic!" someone yelled. "We're just having fun."

"For fun? Registered?" Lockhart snapped back. "You're blatantly violating the Wizarding Secrecy Act and the Muggle Protection Act just for fun?

After hearing this, some of the hooded men subconsciously tightened their hats, hoping that they could cover them more tightly.

Perhaps it was the hood that gave them a special confidence, and after realizing that Lockhart was alone, they boldly drew their wands.

If you turn this guy over and use the Oblivion Curse, maybe not only can you have a good time, but you won't even have to take any responsibility...

"That's none of your business, young man." A hooded man stood up, "I don't care what law your Ministry of Magic has made, I only know that ridiculous law, and I haven't signed it yet! So I You don't have to follow it either."

Seeing them like this, Lockhart raised his wand as if nothing had happened, and was ready to do it.

"Maybe it's because you're not qualified to sign yet, fool. And... what gave you the illusion that the British made laws and needed to take the opinions of ordinary people into consideration?"

Lockhart's tone of voice was so obvious that he was finally recognized.

"Lockhart! You're Lockhart!" another voice said, "Don't be stupid, we know you have a little power, but don't fight so many people for the sake of two Muggles, you can't afford it."

"people?"

Lockhart raised his wand, staring at the group of wizards in hoods and cloaks in front of him, with an indescribable mockery in his tone.

"The courage of the strong always goes to the stronger, and the coward draws his knife on the weak. You guys, don't even dare to do evil without dressing up like this sneaky. oo Sorry, I'm a "human" did not see. "

While talking, Lockhart raised his wand, looked around at the dozens of people in front of him with his head held high, as if he was not surrounded by dozens of people, but rather like a fisherman looking at a fish hanging in front of him. Average salted fish.

"...Really? Flint? Nott? Yaxley? McNeill?" Lockhart looked over one by one, and pointed out the identities of several people.

After being named, there was a commotion among the thugs.Just a mob.Lockhart thought.

He was just defrauding these people, he didn't actually know who was inside.But if you think about it carefully, people who can celebrate their victory in the Quidditch World Cup, drink a few ounces of yellow soup, become "Quidditch hooligans", and take pleasure in insulting Muggles, except for those pure-bloods who are not doing well Besides, who else?

Although Lockhart despises these cowards, he will not underestimate these gangsters because of this.

The destructive power of the mob.

The reason why Lockhart wanted to name them was because when a person is in a group, he will get a false sense of security and strength because of the number of people, making him feel that he can do whatever he wants.

But if we separate them one by one and let them return to the "individual" point of view to think about problems, a person's IQ of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages will re-occupy his mind

Seeing uneasiness in the crowd, Lockhart struck while the iron was hot, further dividing the crowd in front of him.

"...Besides them, there are many other people. Because I have a business cooperation relationship with me, I will not name them for the time being. I have to give some face..."

As he spoke, he watched the reactions of these people, and sure enough, most of the impatient aura in the crowd disappeared again.

Many of these people must be Death Eaters who escaped prison punishment. Although they usually get together, they don't trust each other very much.

After all, these people betrayed the secrets of their Death Eaters or Voldemort in order to escape prison punishment. Who can trust anyone?

Lockhart reminded them in a "no name" way, although you are also here to have fun, but there is a difference between you called Mangjie level - some people can escape prison punishment with financial resources, while others cannot.

Maybe there are more sensible people present who can guess what Lockhart is doing, but they may not dare to say it, because another disadvantage of the group effect is that very few people dare to be the first bird.

Sure enough, after Lockhart held his breath and stood on guard for a long time, the people in front of him didn't move at all.

Lockhart made up his mind.

Chapter 260 Intimidation

After reconfirming that these guys are just stern guys who refused to leave just out of face, Lockhart decided to give them the final fatal blow.

"A flock of sheep is just a sheep no matter how many, but a tiger only needs one to drive them away..."

While speaking, Lockhart pointed his wand to the ground, and a small blue flame fell on the grass.

Then, with a flick of Lockhart's wrist, blue flames spread to both sides, burning into a line of fire.

Imitating what he saw in the movie, after the line of fire expanded to the width of four people, he turned around lightly, swiped the line of fire heavily, formed a circle, and finally turned into a faint blue ring of fire, engulfing Lockhart and The Roberts and his wife behind him were caged in it.

In the blue flames, Lockhart's expression looked a little gloomy.

"...Admit it, without the mysterious person, you are like a group of sheep that have lost their heads, a skeleton that has lost its backbone. It looks decent, but in fact it is like a beautiful crystal cup tower, and all of you will be destroyed when you touch it. fall."

The blue flame was burning slowly on the grass, but there was no crackling sound of burning grass stalks. Even the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the woods was louder than the burning sound.The dark and silent environment coupled with Lockhart's deliberately slow tone made the thugs feel a lot of pressure immediately.

The wizards under the hoods looked at each other, and Lockhart didn't need to watch him to know that these thugs were shaking.

"That's Grindelwald's magic! I saw it in Cemetery Lachaise!"

And some "smart people" in the crowd seemed to recognize Lockhart's magic

, the tone seemed bewildered.

The people next to him were naturally taken aback.

"Are you sure, Carlo?" they pressed in whispers.

"It can't be wrong, I was there at the time, and my uncle brought me along." Amycus Carlo's voice trembled a little.

"Damn, what is this guy..."

"Who knows, I heard that he has also ventured around the world before, and has been to many places in Europe..."

"Lucky for him..."

Although these voices are still noisy and full of resentment, the voices themselves are getting lower and lower, and the thugs' retreat is becoming more and more obvious.

Without waiting for the expected magical attack, Lockhart was convinced that these people would not dare to do anything to him, so he gradually became arrogant.

"So, what's your reply? Do you want to leave before things get serious, or come to challenge my magic level? To be honest, after two years of being bored at Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, I feel that my The level of spellcasting has been declining, if someone is willing to practice with me, that would be great."

"You can't be strong enough to take on all of us," someone said tentatively.

But Lockhart was unexpectedly tough: "Whether I am strong or not, today I represent the Ministry of Magic and the authority granted to me by the entire wizarding world, so I want to set a rule here one by one."

Lockhart pointed to the blue ring of fire he had just drawn, and said word by word: "Whether you cast a spell on me or cross this line, it will be regarded as challenging the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

I will use the authority granted to me by the Ministry of Magic to launch an attack on all wizards who dare to challenge public authority.

Maybe I can't kill all of you, but I promise, I can at least kill all of you

There were guys who crossed the line, and the first ten guys who shot at me.

Don't say it's unpredictable. "

After saying that, Lockhart took a slight step forward with his left foot and raised the wand in his hand: he assumed a standard duel-ready posture.

From the way he looks, he seems to mean to do what he says.

See things deadlocked.

Finally, some people couldn't bear their temper and tried to "make peace".

"Lockhart, I think you've noticed - we haven't done anything yet

:right? "A voice familiar to Lockhart sounded.

Although the person's full face cannot be seen under the hood, Lockhart can tell that this person is definitely the "shareholder" of the oil company

Hearing this, Lockhart felt more at ease in his heart: "Yes, it's a pity...but your intentions just now seem to be obvious."

"But there is no 'attempt' in wizarding crimes. "One of the guys who didn't seem to have drunk much said, "Look, the Irish team won the championship, and everyone is very happy. It's normal to go out after drinking to relieve boredom. Household..."

He paused in the middle of speaking, because he noticed that the people around him were slowly backing away.

Obviously, not everyone has the courage to face the "legendary black magic".Those who are still talking now are those who were "named" just now.

The ones who weren't named are fine, they can pretend they don't know about it, like someone who fucked at a masquerade party, even if everyone knows who he/she is, just deny it.

The speaker cursed inwardly, but he had to stand up and negotiate, because he was the one who proposed to have fun.

"...I admit that we drank too much, but tonight's situation is a bit special, and it's too chaotic. In fact, everyone doesn't know who did what." He said to Lockhart.

While he was talking, Lockhart took a careful look in his mind and found that he couldn't do anything to these people.

These thugs were certainly frightened by themselves, but from the point of view of wizard law, the crime of teasing two Muggles in private is actually not very serious. To the extent of being in prison.

As long as these people are willing, they can only presume that they drank too much, and if they make a fuss about the "attempt", it is very likely that at most they will be fined some money, which may not be as serious as the crime of dereliction of duty by the security of the Ministry of Magic.

After all, in the wizarding world, "drinking too much" is a common excuse, and even Americans didn't ban wizards from drinking during Prohibition.

Thinking of this, Lockhart spoke again.

"Today's moonlight is very good, I don't think I'm mistaken, what do you think?" The few people who were still at the front of the line were overjoyed.

"No mistake, but we were just coerced into the team, and we were setting off fireworks." They walked down the steps given by Lockhart.

"Fireworks... If you use magic fireworks..."

"Things like fireworks should be very common on the Muggle side. Although the fireworks we set off are magical, the overall difference should not be big...Of course, this also violates some regulations. We are willing to pay the corresponding fine to the Ministry of Magic. The thugs also gave Lockhart a step down.

"Really? But it's late at night now, I suggest you go back to your tent quickly, don't cause us any more trouble, and pay the fine after dawn."

There was still no emotion in Lockhart's voice, but he let it go anyway.

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Several people wearing hoods seemed relieved: "Thank you very much, Lockhart, there shouldn't be any trouble tonight..."

However, as if to slap the hooded man in the face, a yellow signal flare suddenly rose in the "hotel" camp in the distance.