Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Chapter 130

At this moment, Lockhart even considered admitting that he "can't do magic" to prove that he didn't use magic at all, and to prove that DeWitt's fall was a naked fraud and a malicious attack - but the result of doing so was to ruin his reputation. He would rather suffer the pain, and in the end he could only helplessly witness the whole process taking place, letting the rushing DeWitt press him between his chest and abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

The ribs seemed to be broken, and there was a very short snapping sound in his ears, which was more vague than an auditory hallucination, but the pain reminded him of the injury, and then it seemed that his internal organs were about to be pressed out of his mouth, and the blood all over his body suddenly It expanded towards the end of the limbs, giving Lockhart the illusion that his fingers were thicker than potatoes.

"I'm so sorry, Professor," Lockhart felt like a big domestic rooster being held down by a tiger. The feathers were beautiful but useless. The tiger looked down at him indifferently. The tiger still said hypocritically: "Would you feel better if I apologized?"

DeWitt didn't move his hands and firmly pressed Lockhart down, making the adult professor blush and unable to say a word. Why is this kid so strong?He was puzzled.

But Lockhart had better not think; his thinking would only make people laugh.

Too much praise made him lose himself, and he couldn't distinguish between the self that was praised and the real self. In the dead of night, Lockhart would feel that he was as perfect as the book, and he lived in his own little world.

"Do you want to do it again?" DeWitt stopped, pulled Lockhart up, patted the dust on the back of his robe, and asked with a smile: "Actually, I am still not satisfied with some details..."

"Oh, you did very well," Lockhart shuddered and laughed, "But, we don't need to continue...ahem!"

These two coughs were a bit heartbreaking.

"How did I perform?" DeWitt still didn't let Lockhart go.

Lockhart really wanted to tell the truth at this moment, but he couldn't.For the same reason, it was more difficult for Lockhart to accept the exposure of his own incompetence than to let DeWitt be punished. He forced a smile and said: "It's perfect - five points for Gryffindor... No, ten points! Hurry up. Go down and return to your place.”

"Thank you, Professor!" DeWitt pressed his chest and bowed slightly to Lockhart, then he pulled out his wand - Lockhart immediately tensed up and jumped back a small step - "Don't be afraid, Professor. DeWitt pointed at the podium table with his magic wand: "I just accepted your kindness, showed myself appropriately, and accepted the opportunity you gave me... to recover as before."

The podium table changed from a puddle of dust to the original state, and the wooden thorns stuck in the soles of Lockhart's feet were suddenly pulled out and became part of the podium table again.

"I'm just...a little cramped," Lockhart smiled awkwardly, not knowing who he was explaining to: "Yes, cramped - I have to exercise..."

Seeing DeWitt's lips move, he immediately raised his voice excitedly: "I can do it by myself! I can do the exercises by myself!"

Most of the little wizards in the classroom didn't understand what happened. Only a few with discerning eyes saw the clues, but no one cared about it because the result was good. During the remaining class time, Lockhart became much more honest. , he didn’t bother with any messy things, and just sang the praises of the deeds in the textbook—yes, it was his own deeds.

As soon as the bell rang, Lockhart limped out quickly, leaving the students talking. Hermione was also curious. She asked DeWitt: "What did you do to him?"

Harry and Ron in front also turned to listen.

"Confidential communication is limited to two people who can understand it. Something happened just now," DeWitt said carelessly. "It made Professor Lockhart realize the risks and problems. He shouldn't be stupid - I hope he can." Be wise, be wiser.”

"What the Riddler..." Ron was dissatisfied and said quickly: "Did you hit him?"

Hermione recalled DeWitt's exaggerated experience last year and immediately pressed her with questioning eyes.

"Absurd! What are you talking about!" DeWitt said righteously: "How could I hit the teacher! I'm just kidding, don't say anything without proof. Lockhart is a member of the Defense Against Dark Arts Alliance, level [-] Merlin. Medal, and some kind of smile award, can I handle such a powerful role... And I am a student, do you know what a student is? Student affairs-"

"Okay, don't talk about it," Hermione understood the answer, took Rudwitt's hand and said, "Harry, don't you have the Quidditch team training tonight? You should go now. Bar?"

"Yeah," Harry patted his head and pulled Ron away: "Thank you for reminding me."

After they left, Hermione relaxed a little and asked without restraint: "I've been wondering about this question for a long time, and I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that you are targeting Lockhart."

"Really?" DeWitt turned to the side, slyly hiding his expression and eyes, and said calmly: "I just - hate those people who pretend to be okay when they have no ability."

"I have heard a sentence with a similar format." Dinah, who had not spoken since she turned into a rag doll, changed her position and put her hands on Hermione's shoulders, and suddenly said.

DeWitt turned around: "You can speak now? When?"

"I practiced with Dinah during the holidays," Hermione said, "I just wanted to tell you."

Before he finished speaking, an owl suddenly flew from outside the castle.

This owl has a clear goal and moves quickly. The most important thing is that DeWitt knows it - it was this owl that reported that Ms. Feier's car overturned in Knockturn Alley. Later, she bought the owl back. Have a good day. He was well fed and fed, and he also rented an owl from the Owl Post Office to deliver letters. Ms. Feier even gave her a name. What was it called...

The name is not important. Did something happen again?DeWitt was thinking and recalling intensively, checking in his mind whether there were any mistakes in his recent actions, and his expression unconsciously changed.

Hermione next to him looked at him worriedly, but remained silent and did not disturb him.

The owl landed on DeWitt's raised arm. Its sharp claws penetrated the clothes and clawed at the flesh.

"Go ahead," DeWitt told the owl: "My body is stronger and it won't hurt me. What news do you have?"

The reason why I asked this was because the owl didn't bring a letter. After the little thing landed on his arm, he just tilted his head and looked at DeWitt. The shiny brown feathers with black spots were a little messy. After noticing this, the owl immediately cherished it. It used its beak to clean the ground. When doing so, its two big round eyes could not move, but because it could no longer see DeWitt, it had to stop and turn its head to look at it from time to time.

"No news!" The owl cooed inexplicably proudly: "The mistress asked me to help you!"

DeWitt stared at it, as if he saw through its secrets.

In this exchange of looks, the owl lowered its head in shame, covered its face with its wings and said shyly: "I am too fat - the mistress asked me to lose weight."