I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He pulled out the unicorn hair core, and John casually handed the poplar wood to Ron.

"It will take about a week. You can use this one during this time."

Taking out his spare wand, John smiled and said, "This one happens to have a unicorn hair core as well."

After Ron took it, although it was much shorter, it was still usable.

"Then I'll be leaving first. Neville, you can just leave with me."

After pulling Neville away, John said goodbye to the three little ones.

...

Neville underwent John's devastating training and by the time he left, he couldn't even raise his hands.

John cut a nice branch from the Whomping Willow to use as a wand. The sensitivity on it might make the wand even better.

On his way back, he met Lockhart.

This deceitful teacher smiled at John.

"Mr. Wick, I think we can go into the office and chat for a while."

Lockhart invited John, and John wondered what he was planning.

But he was not worried. It was impossible that Lockhart was Voldemort's subordinate like Quirrell, right?

Nodding in agreement, John followed Lockhart to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor.

This place is filled with photos of Lockhart, and it is not difficult to see that Lockhart is a narcissistic and vain person.

After sitting down, Lockhart asked, "I heard that you defeated a troll in your first year? You are really a talented wizard. Of course, this is not as good as the five consecutive Most Charming Smile Awards from Wizard Weekly."

As he spoke he did not forget to brag about himself. John looked at him expressionlessly, which made Lockhart feel a little embarrassed after speaking for a while.

"Ahem, I want to ask, what do you think of me, uh... I mean, what do you think of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Lockhart came to Hogwarts for fame and fortune. Although he was a best-selling author, his abilities and stories were controversial.

In order to dispel the outside voices, he volunteered to come to Hogwarts to teach.

But he forgot that the mysterious man had left a curse on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

He made a fool of himself in the first class of the new semester, and today's class made him realize that his lofty image in the eyes of students had disappeared.

He found that whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, they all maintained a kind of respect for John in front of them.

This gave Lockhart another idea, and he said sincerely, "It's not that I don't have a solution, but you also know that as a celebrity, there are too many things to do, so I want to hire an assistant who can help me solve some problems."

"You mean you want to quit because your teaching skills are not good enough?"

John glanced at Lockhart and said bluntly, "Excuse me, but you must have heard the legend about the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? This position is not a good one."

Lockhart couldn't help feeling a little angry when his true feelings were spoken out. He didn't expect that when he came to talk, the students would look down on him.

He argued: "How is that possible? I am Gilderoy Lockhart, holder of the Order of Merlin, third degree, consecutively..."

"Okay, it's okay if you want my help, but I can only help you during your second grade classes. I can't help you at other times."

John interrupted him, increasingly suspicious that Lockhart's story had been written by a hired gun.

Lockhart's face darkened. What John said was indeed a problem. He couldn't hire an assistant for every grade, could he?

Seeing that John had no respect for him, Lockhart knew that the other party had begun to doubt him.

In order to maintain his image as a powerful wizard, Lockhart had to abandon this plan.

In that case, don't blame yourself for taking action first.

He drew his wand the instant John turned around, "Obliviate"

This was his best spell, and with it he stole many wonderful stories from various wizards.

A smile appeared on his face. As long as he could make John forget about today's conversation, he could still continue to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts with his poor teaching.

At the moment the spell was activated, the amulet on John's body sounded an alarm.

The Oblivion Charm was counteracted by the Shield Charm.

John's face darkened. This guy actually dared to attack him in school.

He turned to look at the astonished Lockhart unkindly, and John said coldly: "It seems that you are not a good person."

"Why are you okay?"

This was the first time that Lockhart's invincible Oblivion Charm failed.

John drew his wand and pointed it at Lockhart.

The next second, white light exploded in the office and cracks appeared on the wall.

All the photos of Lockhart in the room were destroyed, and Lockhart was leaning against the wall with a look of panic on his face.

"Wait, I'm leaving Hogwarts now, please let me go."

Lockhart panicked. He didn't expect that this little wizard would actually dare to take action.

Moreover, that spell was aimed at his head. If it was touched, his head would probably explode like a balloon.

While begging for mercy, Lockhart's hand reached for the wand next to him.

Just as they were about to touch each other, a white light shot out from John's wand and blasted a hole next to Lockhart's hand.

Now Lockhart dared not move, and John stared at him, thinking about what to do with him.

Chapter 62 Nimbus 2001 and the Slug

Ever since John decided that he wanted to be the next Dumbledore in the wizarding world, he began to accumulate his power.

People like Damo Alex, Mundungus, Tangmi and others are all his connections outside.

Lockhart is very weak and can't even deal with elves, but he has a huge group of book fans and many publisher friends.

This gave John some ideas.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, you either tell me the truth or I give you a dose of Veritaserum."

John casually pulled out a bottle of potion from his briefcase, which scared Lockhart enough.

He didn't have any strength to begin with, and truth serum was something that would damage your brain if you drank too much of it.

Hearing that John was going to give him this drink, he stepped back in fear.

Unfortunately, there was a wall behind him with no way out, so he had to compromise.

As if his spine had been pulled out, he collapsed on the ground and told the story of how he tricked the story into becoming his own through the Oblivion Spell.

John listened to him with a strange look on his face.

"Are you saying that all your stories are copied from others?"

Staring at Lockhart's awkward smile, John was surprised.

With a flick of his wand, John conjured up a chair.

Sitting on the chair, he said with a half-smile: "I didn't expect you to be such a social expert, even though your abilities are a little weak and you're full of lies."

Seeing that he had no intention of crushing him, Lockhart stood up with a smug look on his face and said awkwardly, "I really wanted to be an adventurer at first, but my strength was too poor. The only thing I could come up with was the Oblivion Charm."

After graduating from Hogwarts, he tried to travel around like in the books, but ended up being beaten and covered in bruises.

One day he met an old wizard in a tavern. After the old wizard told him the story of his adventure with the Tibetan Yeti, Lockhart began to have evil thoughts.

He succeeded, using the Memory Charm to make the wizard forget the experience.

He recorded his stories and published them, becoming the popular Gilderoy Lockhart and the winner of the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award.

This made him more and more uncontrollable, and he took stories from others and embellished them to make them his own.

His books continued to rise and sell well. He was the publisher's darling and had the most charming smile that young women loved.

Gradually, he lost himself in the world of fame and fortune.

"You're quite a talent." After hearing this, John tapped the cup and refilled it with tea.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, John said, "Don't worry, I won't drive you out of Hogwarts. On the contrary, you can stay here and continue to teach."

"Really?"

The surprise came so suddenly that Lockhart hurried over and said, "What do you want? I mean, what do I have to pay?"

He had made up his mind that as long as John didn't expose him, he would be satisfied no matter what.

John glanced at the anxious Lockhart, pointed his finger at Lockhart, and said lightly: "I want you."

"what?"

Lockhart was confused. Could it be that John liked him?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Can you please change it? I'm afraid my fans will be sad, and you're still so young."

Lockhart's awkward posture almost made John spit out a mouthful of water. He put down the cup and said unhappily: "I want you to help me work!"

Knowing that he had misunderstood, Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief but was also confused. What was John, a sophomore student, going to do on his own?

"Lockhart, you are a smart man. You should know that cleverness is not sustainable. I can keep your position as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, but in return, you have to do something for me."

"As for what it is, it could be to ask you to write a letter, or to ask you to go out and find some people."

There was a gleam in John's eyes. Lockhart had accumulated quite a few connections over the years.

Especially those noble ladies from ancient pure-blood families, these people can be said to be crazy with just one word from Lockhart.

As long as Lockhart continues to maintain his persona, these ladies will be a formidable force.

John stood up and held out his hand to the embarrassed Lockhart, saying with a smile: "Let's have a pleasant cooperation, Professor Lockhart."

Lockhart had no idea how John was going to help him, but this was his only option, so he reached out and completed the agreement with John.

...

Saturday.

John wanted to stay in Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets, but Malfoy knocked on his dormitory door.

"Look, John, we are going to humiliate those poor Gryffindors."

Malfoy is holding the Nimbus 2001, the latest broomstick in the Nimbus series.

The performance is much higher than that of the Nimbus 2000.

The Slytherin Quidditch team has seven such flying brooms.

John shook his head helplessly, letting the act of spending money as it came.

They found Professor Snape and got a special approval note under the pretext of needing to familiarize themselves with the new equipment, and deliberately picked a time when Gryffindor was practicing.

John didn't want to get involved. If it weren't for the fact that Goyle and Crabbe would keep knocking on the door, he wouldn't have wanted to come at all.

After arriving at the Quidditch pitch, John walked to the side, and Malfoy had already stepped forward to provoke him.

Harry originally wanted to go visit Hagrid, but Wood, the Quidditch fanatic, developed a new tactic and pulled them all over for training.

Ron and Hermione also came over to watch Harry train, and his little fanboy Colin also came over, never stopping holding his camera.

This made Wood suspect for a moment that he was a spy sent by Slytherin to gather information.

George reminded him, "Slytherin doesn't need any spies, Oliver."

Wood was a different man when it came to Quidditch. He asked irritably, "How do you know?"

George pointed down, where a large group of people in green Quidditch uniforms were approaching, and said, "Because they came on their own."

Wood looked over and saw the Slytherins coming, and he immediately landed and stopped them in an unfriendly manner.

"Flint, it's our training time! Please get out!"

Marcus Flint, the burly Slytherin Quidditch captain, showed a cunning look and sneered, "This place is big, Wood."

The Gryffindor players saw that they were coming with bad intentions and surrounded them. Wood said sternly, "But I booked the court! I booked it!"

He repeatedly emphasized that Flint came here well prepared.