The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Seven thirty in the afternoon.

Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who had eaten dinner, returned to his office with a full belch, and when he entered the door, he heard a greeting, "Which handsome prince has visited this humble room?" room?"

"You are so humorous." Lockhart returned a sunny smile, looking at his huge portrait that was also smiling brightly.

This alternative form of questioning and answering occurs at least once a day.

He took out a stack of parchment, filled the quill with ink, and started writing. He was going to prepare for his new book, "The Year I Was a Professor at Hogwarts", and planned to start writing when he left office. Before that, he wanted to record his daily inspirations as material for his new book.

After all, this book is not like the previous ones that have ready-made templates.

In this book, he will write in detail how he became the life mentor of the Boy Who Lived, how to teach him to control his fame, how to help him solve the problems in his growth process, and how to play the missing father role in his growth , How to reap his heartfelt gratitude.

Everyone will be interested in The Boy Who Lived, the book will sell and bring him more fame and fortune.It was for this reason that Lockhart accepted Hogwarts' recruitment and assumed the supposedly cursed position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

As for why he only plans to be a professor in this magic school for one year, it is because Lockhart is still very aware of how much he has. In fact, it is already very difficult for him to cope with this year's teaching.

The kid in the first to fourth grades is easy to fool, but the students in the fifth grade and above, because they have to face the wizard qualification exam, are definitely not willing to accompany him to perform dramas in class.Lockhart's solution was to outsource it to Snape, and at the same time declared that "because the magic I have mastered is too powerful, it is not suitable for students."

The guy with the sulky face all day is quite happy to do this kind of thing.

Of course, this was not without cost. Lockhart paid an ancient magic book and several high-grade medicinal materials unique to South America as the price, which can also be regarded as hush money for Snape.These things he got from a dying old hag in Uruguay, at essentially zero cost.

There was a light knock on the door outside.

"Come in," Lockhart said, and then smiled very kindly at the little girl who walked in, "It's Melanie."

Melanie is very beautiful, so beautiful that every time Lockhart sees her, he will think of the Meiwa he saw in the Balkans. It is hard to imagine what she will look like when she grows up.The enthusiasm and admiration she showed gave Lockhart a sense of vanity, no one would reject such a little fan girl, no.

Especially when Melanie's eyes sparkled and she told him that she would marry him when she grows up, Lockhart felt his heart beat half a beat slower for a moment, but fortunately he held it back with amazing willpower Yes, no gaffe.But since then, he has always looked at this little girl with a strange pampering look.

"Is there anything I can do for you today, Professor Lockhart?" Melanie said in a brisk tone, looking at him with full eyes.

"There are some letters from fans again, please." Lockhart nodded slightly, putting on a very calm and charming look.

Now he pays great attention to maintaining his image in front of this little girl.

Melanie sat in a corner of the office, and deftly began to reply to Lockhart's readers in beautiful cursive fonts. Lockhart stared at her for a while before returning his attention to his own parchment.

Half an hour later, when Lockhart filled a piece of parchment and looked up at Melanie again, he found that she was not replying, but reading something.

And in her hand is...

Melanie also looked over at this time, with a trace of panic and despair in her pupils, "Professor Lockhart, you... you are a liar!"

What?There was a buzzing in Lockhart's head.

He saw clearly what Melanie was holding in her hand, it was a notebook he was familiar with.

His face suddenly changed, shouldn't it be locked in the cabinet intact?How did this little girl get it?

"You made a mistake." He reluctantly faltered, and walked towards Melanie, "Give me that notebook..."

Melanie's expression was terrified. She blocked the notebook behind her and backed away again and again, while Lockhart approached like a conspiracy.

"What you wrote in your book is not your own personal experience. You attacked those wizards who were defenseless against you, and then took their experiences as your own!"

Lockhart stopped in his tracks, showing helplessness, and took out his wand.

Melanie screamed and leaned against the corner like a frightened fawn.

"You shouldn't be rummaging through things." Lockhart felt a headache, "Now I have to modify your memory, don't resist, it won't hurt..."

"No!" Melanie screamed, as if under some mortal threat.

"Except your weapons!"

A shout came from behind Lockhart.

Lockhart's wand immediately flew out of his hand, and the disarming spell had more than one effect. A huge force acted on Lockhart's back, and Melanie dodged very sensitively, while Lockhart controlled Unable to hold back his body, he slammed into the wall.

One side of his face immediately swelled up.

That force didn't disappear, it still continued to act on Lockhart's limbs and torso, making him stick to the wall like clay and unable to move.

"Snape or Flitwick?" Lockhart ignored the pain, "You misunderstood, I didn't mean to do anything to this student..."

"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart," Erwin said in a cold tone, "I'm sure I saw you intending to attack Melanie Empemwa just now."

Melanie on the side blinked at him, showing no sign of panic.

Lockhart heard his voice clearly, "Are you a student?" He got up in an instant and wanted to twist his neck to look behind him, but his neck structure obviously had not been modified like an owl, so he failed , can only look at the wall.

"Put me down quickly." He said in a threatening tone: "You have seriously violated the school rules. If you don't stop, I will have to ask the principal to expel you."

Erwin sneered.

Melanie opened a safe on the right side of the desk. There was nothing valuable in it, only a stack of thick notebooks. Erwin took out one and flipped through two pages.

"You travel around the world, use your fame to visit famous local wizards, and then attack them with the Oblivion Curse, modify their memories, and then take their adventures as your own and write them into books." Erwin slightly Shaking his head, "Leaving aside the fact that this kind of behavior is extremely uncontrollable and the income is very low, you still keep all your criminal evidence... But it is also understandable. When writing, you must keep the material in written form. But it would be foolish not to take any precautions, you should at least have a sensor magic that triggers auto-destroy."

"Of course it's not that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't have the ability at all." Melanie said with contempt.

At this moment, Lockhart found that he could move again. Although his face was swollen into a pig's head, he turned around immediately, and found that the other party was not a senior student,

"Erwin Frost?" He still had a little impression of this second-year student who needed to make up the exam, so he was even more unbelievable.

Erwin pointed his wand at the idiot professor quite casually, the giant force appeared again, and Lockhart was stuck against the wall again and couldn't move.

His face was very ugly, hell, why would a second-year student have such powerful magic power?

The portraits of Lockhart began to scream loudly, Erwin's wand drew a perfect arc, and under the effect of the silent spell, the direction it pointed returned to silence.

"If I publish these records to the public, the great adventurer Gilderoy Lockhart will not only lose his reputation," Erwin said with a faint smile on his lips, "If I remember correctly, abuse of forgetting Curses are also illegal, and those wizards whose memory has been modified by you will definitely do everything possible to retaliate against you."

A cold sweat began to break out on Lockhart's brow.

"He also illegally used the love potion drug," Melanie said again: "He lowered the concentration of the love potion and formulated a charming perfume, which would make him easy to gain the favor of the people around him... ...especially women, he mainly relies on this and his thick skin to bluff."

Lockhart looked at her in astonishment, completely unaware that his underpants were stripped clean by this girl. No matter how slow he reacted, he knew that the two people in front of him were a team, and Melanie was carrying great malice. Approach him, and his pompousness is defenseless against this beautiful girl.

His face was ashen.

"In this case, counting the crime of assaulting students, is it possible to send you to Azkaban?" Erwin was still hammering Lockhart's mind.

"What... are you trying to do?" the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor asked feebly.

His handsome face was completely swollen, his hair was disheveled, his robe was torn, and he looked as embarrassed as he could be.

His wand fell five or six meters away from him, but even if he got it, he couldn't fight Erwin. It's ironic that a dignified professor behaves like a chicken in front of the students.

"Actually, I prefer to make friends." Erwin said unhurriedly, "I don't need to expose you. I can also keep these materials for you so that you can maintain your current identity. After all, there are people like you." The existence of human beings also proves to a certain extent the prosperity and stability of the magic society in this country."

Lockhart was not at all happy, he had been struggling for many years, and he knew that his handle was caught by the other party, so he was able to let it go.

Erwin paused, "Then, as a friend, you should also give me something in return."

"What do you need me to do?" Lockhart had the illusion that he was facing some sinister and sophisticated figure.

"It's a very simple matter, you just need to buy some materials in your name." Erwin smiled slightly.