The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"I...didn't I already say it?" Lockhart was a little confused.

"What I mean is," Ricardo explained patiently, "how do you think I can help you? Look: you can't get much stronger now, and many students are beginning to be disappointed with you. , they think they can defeat you - maybe they are right; how do you want me to help you?"

"Hmm..." Lockhart hesitated, "For example... we hold a dueling club? Then, we duel together to let them see my power?"

"So...you want me to have a match-fixing match?"

Ricardo held his forehead, he shouldn't expect this guy to have any good ideas...

In the eyes of students, I single-handedly fought two giant monsters and defeated a giant dragon last year!What you do can only mean that I let it go to the sea!

"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart," Ricardo said sincerely, "I am a practical combatant. When I encounter opponents, I mostly kill them with force - the Dark Lord might use a little wisdom. But even in actual combat People like me also find this idea really... absurd."

Lockhart's head drooped, but Ricardo's next words made him brace his head again:

"However, if you want to use it, I am willing to help you."

"Great!" Lockhart said in surprise, "I will go to the dean for help and post this news..."

Ricardo hesitated for a long time, and when Lockhart was about to open the door, he suddenly said: "But I have a condition, let's deal, Gilderoy."

For a few minutes, Ricardo didn't want to accept this vain guy... He was too exaggerated and liked to show off everywhere. Such a character would be a scourge everywhere.

Just one glass of wine and everything is over.

However...his memory magic is really...it may be tasteless to him, but the powerful technique of controlling people's hearts...

He needs this kind of talent.

In his previous life, he also served as a class teacher for several years. To be such a leader, one does not have to be proficient in everything. The only thing he should do is to be able to make reasonable use of the existing resources in the class.

What character abilities are determined upon joining the class.Let students perform their respective duties. As long as it does not affect the completion efficiency and the results are basically perfect, there is no problem.

But... it takes a long time to store it.

"We can make a contract, a magic equivalent to an unbreakable spell," Ricardo said. "I will ask you to do something that will not endanger your life, but you cannot tell anyone. In return, I will cooperate with your Duel Club activities."

"Well...it seems fine, but...doesn't this require a witness?" Lockhart thought for a while and asked.

"No," Ricardo's smile was a little scary now, "The power of the unbreakable curse is too small. Contracting from the soul is the best way. Don't worry, if I really do something terrible to you , and Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. Don't you want to defeat me at the club and enjoy all the glory?"

"Great!"

Lockhart's hesitation was overcome by this feeling of vanity, and he excitedly took out his wand: "Let's get started!"

"No wand required."

Ricardo shook his head and raised his hand. The red magic power rippled on his fingertips and gradually formed a ball-like existence.

"I swear on my soul, if Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart does what I ask for the next day, and then uses the Oblivion Curse to remove the memory I ask for, then I will do my best to help Gilderoy Lockhart. Sir, the club's showmanship has been fulfilled. It's your turn, Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Well... I swear on my soul, if Mr. Ricardo Silva is willing to help me gain limelight in the club, then I will obey Ricardo's request on this day and delete all my memories in the end."

The red sphere suddenly lit up after Lockhart finished speaking, and then split into two igniting fireworks, which disappeared into the bodies of Ricardo and Lockhart.

"What is this?!" Lockhart suddenly woke up from his vanity, his face full of horror.

"I'm glad to introduce this magic," Ricardo bowed and said politely, "This is the soul contract that wizards loved most in ancient times. Its power is composed of both parties to the contract and natural forces. The violator , the soul should be burned by the magic fire and it will not be easy to die, but in fact, life is worse than death. Moreover, after death, it will turn into a ghost and suffer from the burning soul all day long."

"This is the punishment of food inflammation."

Lockhart's face instantly turned pale.

"Of course, this is only a penalty for breach of contract, and the contract can be terminated as long as both parties are willing." Ricardo added after seeing this.

"I don't think you will be willing to do it at this time..." Lockhart said with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry." Ricardo's voice was without sincerity.

Speaking of which, I kind of miss you breaking the contract.

"So what do I do?" Lockhart said, sighing.

"Since you made such a promise, I won't be polite." Ricardo replied, taking out the remnant soul of Voldemort.

"This is……"

"This is your mission, Gilderoy Lockhart. Come."

……

"What do you mean, completely rewrite the memory deep in this soul, and then use the soul-stealing curse to slightly control its soul?"

Lockhart said, taking a deep breath: "How much hatred do you have against him?"

How much hatred and resentment?Ricardo thought about it for a few seconds, and it seemed... not much. Strictly speaking, it was the only time he entered the memory of black magic, but it gave him a big back-up.

However, people who have threatened his life and have already become sworn enemies with him can already fight to the death, let alone the Dark Lord who has killed countless people.

"It's none of your business," Ricardo said, putting the thought behind him. "Come on, modify his memory."

"Well...this is also the first time this kind of thing has happened to me."

Lockhart shook his head, stepped forward, picked up the remnant soul, and looked at it carefully.

After a long time, he took out his wand and muttered something.

"Memory rewriting..."

The white thread of memory was pulled out from the remnant soul, and the soul seemed to be much darker.

Gradually, the number of threads increased and gathered into a white sphere. By the time Lockhart raised his head dripping with sweat, the sphere was already crystal clear, like a magic ball illuminated by holy light.

"I...probably drained his memory," Lockhart gasped, "Grab my hand, and I will lead you to modify this guy's memory."

Ricardo nodded, stepped forward and grabbed his hand. The white sphere lit up the entire room. In an instant, their consciousnesses stepped into a mysterious realm.

But what neither of them saw was that a black light lit up from the remnant soul and escaped into the ground.