Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 110 Gunshots
Casting spells at the same time is considered a relatively advanced skill in the use of spells. More advanced ones include wandless casting, spellless spellcasting, and wandless spellcasting.

Lockhart's mastery of the Oblivion Curse exceeded Hardy's expectations, and when he saw that Hardy only had time to raise his gun to defeat one of them, the former immediately sneered.

However, seeing another beam of light was about to hit Hardy, an invisible wall firmly blocked him from the outside.

After the dull crash, the beam of the Oblivion Curse collapsed in midair.

Seeing this scene, Lockhart's face was as gloomy as a cloud, "Ollivander, I'll say it again, let me go!"

"My strength is beyond your imagination!"

Hardy raised the "British City Wall", and the silver-white illusory wall was protecting his whole body.

"Lockhart, I never underestimate any opponent." He said, "Do you have any surprises to show me?"

Lockhart's hand holding the wand trembled. The defense of the "British City Wall" made it difficult for his Oblivion Curse to hit the opponent easily.

Hardy smiled, "If not, please follow me to Professor McGonagall's office, there are some things that need to be checked with you."

With angry eyes, Lockhart raised the wand in his hand high, he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, why do you have to hold me tight?!"

"Dumbledore is an old liar! You Ollivander is not a good guy, aha, don't think I don't know what you have in mind."

Trembling with anger, he scolded unscrupulously: "The curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Dumbledore knew it a long time ago, but he didn't tell me."

"And you, sneaking into my office and rummaging through my suitcase, yes, you got it, cunning fellow!"

He yelled, "Are you jealous of me, because of my good looks? Or because I'm popular and adored?"

Shaking his head helplessly, Hardy raised the "English Flash" in his hand, and said indifferently: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after meeting Professor McGonagall and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic..."

"Auror? To hell with-"

Before Hardy could finish speaking, Lockhart raised his wand, and immediately drew it forward sharply, piercing the air, and there were crackling sounds.

With a bang, Hardy fired at the same time.

The light of the Oblivion Curse had just burst out from the tip of the wand, and the wand in Lockhart's hand was hit by Hardy's bullet and shattered instantly.

The ear-piercing crackling sound almost ruptured Lockhart's eardrums, and his eyes closed subconsciously.

"what!"

Countless tiny fragments pierced into his right hand, immediately making his flesh and blood go bad, and he screamed loudly.

With a terrified expression, he pressed his bleeding right hand tightly, turned around and was about to run away.

But Hardy fired again.

Lockhart's left foot was splashed with blood, and he fell to the ground wailing.

Turning the body of the gun with his fingers, Hardy gracefully put it away.

If he hadn't raised the muzzle of the gun a few centimeters just now, Lockhart would have lost his left foot long ago.

To be honest, it is not easy to control the lethality of "English Flash". It is like a dragon and needs a strong force to tame it.

If it was someone else who shot just now, Lockhart might have been sent to see Merlin long ago.

Soon, Professor McGonagall and others arrived quickly.

Looking at Lockhart lying on the ground and howling, the professors were all horrified.

Snape fixed his eyes on the "English Flash" in Hardy's hand, his face sullen, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Under the urging of Professor McGonagall, the shocked Madam Pomfrey recovered and temporarily treated Lockhart's wound.

Then, the professors watched in disbelief as several Aurors came and took each other away from Hogwarts.

"Ollivander, I curse you! I **** you **** cursed *** forever **** waiting for **** damn **** will come back * ******By the time*******"

Before being taken away by the Auror, the distraught Lockhart was still cursing Hardy.

He didn't shut his mouth until the opponent in the corner held the "English Flash" again and started loading bullets into the wheel.

What awaits Lockhart will be a series of investigations and trials, and perhaps one day in the near future, the "Daily Prophet" will publish the news that he was thrown into Azkaban.

"Professor Ollivander, what happened?" Professor Flitwick, who didn't understand the situation, couldn't help asking.

Also confused are Professor Sprout and others.

"Everyone go to my office, I believe Professor Ollivander will explain everything clearly." Professor McGonagall looked serious.

……

The few gunshots just now had already alarmed the Gryffindor cubs who were about to fall asleep. Their tower was very close to the corridor where Hardy and Lockhart fought.

At this moment, many people were in their pajamas, gathered in the common room, and had a lively discussion.

"Did you hear that? What was that sound just now?" Seamus Finnigan asked excitedly in the pajamas of a cartoon troll.

"It's like the thunder before the rainstorm. Could it be that Professor Snape failed to brew the potion?" Dean Thomas said with a smirk.

Hermione gave him a blank look, "That's impossible, Professor Snape would never make such a mistake."

Harry yawned and walked down from the second floor holding his glasses.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

Curling his lips, Harry said, "He's sleeping soundly, I can't wake him up anyway."

Wiping the mist off the window, Harry pressed his face against it, "What happened? I saw the professors were all together, and they headed for Professor McGonagall's office."

Half an hour later, the little wizards of Gryffindor were still not sleepy.

The Weasley twins were jumping up and down by the burning fireplace, imitating the loud noises to others with their mouths.

"Bang", "bang", "pop", "poof"...

It's getting more outrageous every time.

"It's time to rest, noisy children!" The fat lady waved her hands in protest in the frame, and Professor McGonagall walked in from the passage.

She looked gravely, scanning the little wizards through her square glasses.

After clapping their hands, Professor McGonagall said, "Now, please stop your discussions and go back to your dormitory to rest!"

"Professor McGonagall, may I ask—"

Seamus Finnigan was about to ask a question, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, "It's getting late, Mr. Finnigan."

"About the loud noise just now, you will see the explanation on the bulletin board outside the auditorium tomorrow afternoon, now, sleep!"

As Professor McGonagall raised his voice, the little wizards in the common room dispersed and closed the doors of the dormitory.

But they, who got under the covers, still tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Everyone had a premonition in their hearts that the loud noises just now were not simple.

On the four-poster bed, Harry pressed the pillow to his head tightly, and Ron's snoring made him feel like he was going through an earthquake.

Early the next morning, the loud noises last night became a hot topic of discussion throughout Hogwarts.

The little wizards of the other three colleges were also extremely curious when they learned about this from the little lions of Gryffindor.

"Strange," said Hermione, carrying her own breakfast, and sat down beside Harry, "I didn't see any other professors coming to the auditorium for dinner today."

Harry forked a buttered carrot from his plate and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering, "They might still be in Professor McGonagall's office, someone saw it."

"Where's Ron?" Hermione frowned. "Is he still asleep?"

"Yes, to be honest, his snoring is much scarier than the loud noise last night."

Harry looked at the dark circles under his eyes through the shiny dinner plate in front of him, and sighed.

(End of this chapter)