Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Lockhart knew it all, and if he hadn't already, he had lived so many years in vain.

With his cautious style, he didn't expect that this matter would be exposed one day. The Auror should be damned. Who in the right mind could see this?

"Why are you telling me this? I don't know any Armenian wizards. And the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow the use of vitiligo at all." Although he was panicking, Lockhart still suppressed his guilt and asked.

"Ha, I was just thinking that this person's Forgetting Spell is at the master level, but it still caused a little trouble to that person. I think the person who caused it should make some compensation."

"And, did I just say Legilimency?"

Chris said as he put his hand in the middle of the table and stretched out four fingers to tap on the table.

The other hand secretly pulled out the second spare wand from the secret pocket under the table and pointed it at Lockhart opposite.

"We are all smart people, so don't beat around the bush. What do you think? Mr. Lockhart? Whether I need to investigate your other works depends on your attitude."

Lockhart suddenly stood up and looked at Chris intently.

Even though there was a silent spell around him, he still lowered his voice and said through gritted teeth: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Will, you have resigned from the Ministry of Magic. You... are blackmailing me."

"Ah, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. My boys at the Ministry of Magic have been having a hard time recently." After saying this, Chris stretched out his thumb again.

Five fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

Lockhart felt his blood pressure rising again.

blackmail?You are mistaken, this is a scam.

Chris couldn't produce any evidence. He had never been to Australia, and there were no wizards who discovered Armenia.

Even if it is discovered, that kind of forgetting spell cannot be proven to be used by Lockhart, it was too long ago.The prerequisite for everything lies in Lockhart's own imagination, because only he knows this.

The sound of fingers tapping on the table was like a heavy hammer hitting Lockhart's heart.

Lockhart suddenly lost all his strength and fell on the chair and said cowardly: "I will give you half at most. Your request is too high."

Chris smiled and took his thumb back, tapping the table with four fingers.

"That's the number, Mr. Lockhart. I've never been to Australia. What do you think?"

Lockhart blushed and felt insulted, and couldn't help shouting: "But what if you say you have been to Thailand and Tibet again?"

Chris was stunned for a moment, not realizing that Lockhart was actually a fool... "Are you saying that the two books "Breaking with the Female Ghost" and "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman" are the same?"

Realizing that he had made a mistake, the great writer twitched the corner of his mouth, said "I'll give it to you this afternoon" and hurried away.

Since it was Chris who set the price himself, Lockhart was not worried that the other party would betray him in the future. It was better to deal with it as soon as possible to prevent the other party from changing his mind.

Chris was in a good mood after having a good job, so he stayed in the pub for a while and went out humming a song.

There were no other guests in the tavern at this time.

Ms. Rosmerta, the owner of the Three Broomsticks, leaned against the bar in boredom, her voluptuous body stretched out in a charming manner.

"Chris, it's a good harvest today. I didn't expect you to get something from Lockhart."

Lockhart, who just couldn't hear the quarrel and slammed the door, and Chris who was proud of the spring breeze.She could easily deduce that this shady Auror had made a fortune in Galleons again.

"Haha, no where. I just happened to have better luck." Chris shook his head and threw a gold galleung over and said generously, "No need to look for it."

Two cups of butterbeer cost 12 sips. Chris wouldn't have dared to waste it like this 10 minutes ago.

He only learned about Rosmer Tower after he became an Auror. The original book only briefly mentioned that this woman was very well-connected and had tea with the Minister of Magic.

Later I found out that this woman understood both black and white, had a deep network of connections, and was a rich woman.Chris initially estimated that the other party was also a member of the Holy Pureblood Family, but he didn't know which family it was.

This can be seen from the fact that the unknown operation she invited herself to participate in was valid for ten years.

The water in the wizarding world is really deep, so it would be better to stay at Hogwarts and become a teacher.

Chris took a stroll around Hogsmeade and bought some candies at the Bee Duke's store to take back to Diana to try. She would miss this taste very much.

By the way, there is also the Fat Angel Milk Candy from Mrs. Puddifu's Teahouse, their specialty.

Although the decoration inside is small and tacky, it is the best date spot for Hogwarts students.

In the past, Diana and Chris often came here, and it was all paid for by Diana. Chris was really poor when he was a student, although he is not much better now.

Five years!The entire five years of outings were paid for by Diana.

Chris didn't have much time to make money when he was studying, and he could barely make enough to live on.

As a time traveler, Chris felt a lot of pressure. Later, when he was in sixth grade, Chris took a risk. During the summer vacation, he tried to erase the traces and then went to the Muggle world to perform magic. In order to save some money to buy Diana a better birthday gift. .

But he was caught on the spot by an Auror hidden in the crowd.

Later, it was only when she begged her family that someone took action to resolve the matter. Otherwise, Chris, who was born in an orphanage, would never have been able to complete the NEWT exam.

Maybe he'll be the first student ever to be expelled from Hogwarts.

It was Diana who made him successful. This holy pure-blood wizard who was born in Slytherin used her gentleness to slowly dissolve Chris's disdain for the world as a time traveler.

Otherwise, Chris might have embarked on the path of becoming the third Dark Lord very early.

After returning to the Three Broomsticks Tavern, Chris suppressed all the smiles and tenderness in his eyes.

Lockhart had returned, carrying a large bag.

"Mr. Lockhart, I didn't expect you to be so fast. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Chris's elegant smile made Lockhart's face look even more ugly.

Throwing the strap in front of Chris, the bag was heavy and there was an exaggerated crashing sound from inside.

"Here are 1000 galleons, and I will mail the rest to you in batches."

"I hope you keep your word, dear Auror!" The word Auror struck Lockhart particularly hard.

"Of course, the adventure life in your book is too general for my profession, and I am not interested in reading your book."

"Humph!"

The best-selling author might add the name Chris to his next book, and introduce him as a notorious villain punished by his justice.