Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Taking off the sorting hat, Erin trotted over to Jerry and sat down.

"Hello, Eileen, my name is Draco Malfoy." Malfoy came up immediately, "I am Jerry's good friend."

"Hello." Erin glanced at him and nodded slightly.

After hearing that the girl was Jerry's sister in the orphanage, the more Daphne looked at the cute little face of the other party, the more she liked it: "Hello, Eileen. I am Daphne Greengrass, and I am Jerry's ……friend."

Eileen looked over warily and saw that the other person had a face as delicate as a doll, with long and bright golden hair, and an aura of innocence and charm.

"Vixen," Erin muttered.

The way the other person looked at Jerry, with that inexplicable loving feeling, made her feel very uncomfortable.

First it was Squirrel Girl, and now here comes a vixen.

Erin couldn't help but feel a strong sense of urgency in her heart.

But soon, Dumbledore stood up and attracted the attention of everyone present.

Just like when Irene first met him, although Dumbledore was very old, he always gave people a feeling of energy.

He had several inches of hair and beard, and a twisted, aquiline nose that looked like it had been broken.

He smiled at all the students: "Welcome! Welcome our new students, as well as old students, to return to Hogwarts in the new school year."

"Before you get confused by the food, I have some good news to announce."

"At my invitation, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart has graciously agreed to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts vacancy."

"Mr. Lockhart is an excellent wizard and has been awarded the third level of the Order of Merlin. I believe you can learn a lot from him."

Only then did Jerry notice that in a corner, Lockhart, whom he had met once, was wearing a stiff smile. He stood up and waved his hand before sitting back down immediately.

He had never known that Lockhart could be so low-key at times!

Lockhart felt so miserable!

After hearing that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class seemed to have been cursed, and that all the previous professors had not served for more than one year, he wanted to express on the spot that he was not qualified for such a big job because of his lack of talent and knowledge.

But Dumbledore didn't give him a chance to refuse. After some coercion and inducement, plus the [-] galleons he needed to pay to resign, Lockhart gritted his teeth and came here.

But before he came, he made up his mind to spend this year in a low-key and peaceful manner.

Success is considered a success if there is no shortage of limbs!

When I first accepted this position, all my plans to gain honors and expand my reputation were naturally scrapped.

This is why he has become so low-key now.

However, as the biggest best-selling author in the wizarding world, this name still caused a lot of exclamations, most of them from girls.

"It's Mr. Lockhart! My mother likes him!"

"I always thought he was a flashy playboy before, but now he seems to be quite calm."

……

Lockhart didn't expect that his low-key approach would yield unexpected results.

All he could think about now was the next day's classes.

Unfortunately, after so many years since graduation, he has already returned most of what he has learned to his teacher. The only thing that makes him proud now is his Forgetting Curse.

Those powerful wizards who were able to fight against werewolves, vampires and female ghosts all fell under his spell of oblivion.

But there's no way he can teach the Forgetting Curse to his students, right?

This is a restricted magic, and only staff authorized by the Ministry of Magic can cast it on others.

If he didn't want to go to Azkaban for a few years, he'd better not show that he was familiar with this magic.

After the dinner, Lockhart returned to his office. Whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that there was a lingering smell of garlic in it.

He took out a copy of "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" and read it intently, hoping to find something in it that could help him.

In fact, the books he wrote contain complete methods and spells for dealing with werewolves and other dark creatures.

Unfortunately, although those spells are powerful, they are also very complicated and cannot be released at his level.

His goal was to find a few magic spells that were simple enough but bluffing enough, spend a little time handing them over to the students, and let them read their books for the rest of the time.

Lockhart gave his plan a thumbs-up.

Lockhart tried the spells recorded in the book one by one, starting with the simplest alarm spell that fired sparks.

Then he desperately discovered that no matter which spell he used, the effect he used was quite different from what it should be.

For example, the simplest repel spell, after he released this spell on a chair, the chair was attracted to it.

Obviously the spell was recited correctly!

The action is also to swing downward with force according to the instructions in the book.

Most first-year students could learn spells in one class, but he, an adult wizard, spent a long time trying to figure out the spells.

Everyone in Lockhart was numb.

After all, he is also an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts. Even if he has been idle for so many years, he will not become the useless person he is now, right?

"Young man, you seem to be very confused now~"

A sharp voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Lockhart was startled: "Who is talking?"

A strange creature suddenly appeared on his desk.

This creature is all white and looks very similar to a cat, but it has a pair of long ears that trail behind it.

"What are you?" Lockhart looked at it warily, holding his wand tightly.

"My name is Kyubey." The mysterious creature said, licking its paws slowly.

"It seems like you are in a serious crisis. I can help you-"

"Haha, I'm fine now, so I won't bother you." Lockhart said with a smile.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Lockhart knew this truth very well, and he used this method to sneak attack countless wizards who were more powerful than him.

"Really?" Kyubey said, "Many of the current students are your fans. What would they do if they knew that the professor they admire is actually a showman who can't even perform decent magic? What do you think? What will their parents think? How do you explain the books you wrote?"

Kyubey's words hit his heart like a devil's whisper, and Lockhart couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Of course he can read the textbooks and let the students learn on their own.

But every time he did this, it was a blow to his reputation.

As time goes by, no matter how loyal his fans are, they will probably be disappointed in him, right?

It can only be said that he overestimated himself.I originally thought that using a few simple spells, such as a disarming spell or a stun spell, would be enough to fool the students.

What he never expected was that he couldn't even cast magic that was much simpler than this.

If you are really capable, who would be willing to be a liar?

"What price do I have to pay?"

Lockhart whispered.

Although it had a cat face, Lockhart could somehow feel that Kyubey smiled.

"Sign a contract with me and become a magical boy...man!"

……

Knockturn Alley.

Dark, broken, desolate.

At this time, a woman appeared on the deserted street.

She was wearing a red and white miko uniform with a big bow tied behind her head, and her temperament was stern and cold.

Her name is Ling Meng, a shrine maiden from Japan who traveled across the ocean to come here for various reasons.

Her intuition told her that the last stop of her trip was ahead.

She didn't like this place, but she had to come here.

Countless people were watching her secretly, but no one dared to take action.

Those guys who couldn't hold back all fell on the woman's path, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Reimu stopped as he passed a stained sign with the words "Red Apple Potion Shop" on it.

It was dark inside the window, as if the owner had fallen asleep.

Reimu stepped forward and hammered the door open without ceremony.

"dong dong dong"

The sound spread far and wide in the night.

"Our store is closed to thank customers. Please come back tomorrow if you need anything."

An old voice came from behind the door.

Reimu was silent for a moment, then kicked hard to the side!

The door was kicked open and hit the counter. Behind the counter, a gloomy old witch looked at her in horror.

"Take me to the black market." Reimu said.

"The black market has closed..."

Before the witch could finish speaking, Reimu had already disappeared. The next moment, he came to her, grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up high.

"I said - take me to the black market!"

"I...I...get it..."

The old witch's face turned red and she spoke with difficulty.

As soon as the witch's strength relaxed, the old witch fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

There was a trace of resentment in her eyes, but she didn't dare to show it at all.

She took Lingmeng to the living room at the back, lifted up a piece of floorboard, and saw a bottomless black hole behind, with narrow steps extending toward the depths.

"The black market is down there."

Reimu glanced at her and suddenly took out a round ball and threw it into the hole.

The old witch just laughed.

Not long after, the ball flew back automatically, and Reimu jumped down and disappeared into the darkness.

……

In an alley, two dirty men in shabby clothes were squatting next to a trash can, chewing tobacco leaves.

"...You didn't see the look on that girl's face. She was obviously very beautiful, but she peed her pants immediately after seeing me. It's a pity that she is no longer a virgin, and the taste of blood is not sweet enough." One of them had an afro. The guy was bragging about something to his companions.

His companion looked at him with disgust: "You are a werewolf and not a vampire, and you can still taste blood?"

"Of course." The voice with the explosive head became much louder. "When the Dark Lord was still there, I followed Lord Greyback to attack many Muggles and wizards. If you ask me, the most delicious ones are The flesh and blood of the little wizard girl..."

Afro was showing off his "accomplishments" to his companions when he suddenly noticed that his companion's expression became strange.

Afro looked along his gaze and saw a woman walking towards him.

That was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen since he was a child, but the clothes she wore didn't look like locals, but looked like clothes from the Far East.

A foreigner and a beautiful woman actually dared to come to the black market alone, and she was so lucky that he was the first one to meet her.

I wiped my eyes in disbelief. After confirming that I was not dreaming, my afro smile gradually became wilder...

"Hey, miss, do you want to come and play together?" He waved to Lingmeng.

What he likes to do most before eating is to play some interesting games and admire how the women who want to survive are racking their brains to please him...

But with the Dark Lord disappearing, those good days have become a distant memory.

"Let's play together? Okay." Lingmeng said with a smile.

"It turns out to be a bitch. I'm really lucky today." The afro began to dream about the wonderful night that was about to come.

"I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you anymore..."

Unlike the afro, his companion stood up straight in an instant and wanted to run away, while cursing secretly in his heart——

"This idiot doesn't even look at what time it is!"

The black market is only open at a fixed time every day, but anyone who comes outside of this time is either particularly strong or powerful.No matter what the situation was, it was not something the two werewolves could afford to offend.

"Really? That's such a pity..." Afro said in a pretentious manner.

'Fool, you can die in peace, I will lay a bouquet of flowers in front of your grave next year - if someone collects your body. '

The companion gave him a sarcastic look and was about to leave when he found his shoulders being held down.

It was hard to believe that those slender palms contained such powerful power, and the companion felt as if his shoulders were about to be crushed by iron pincers.

"Who asked you to leave?"

"Damn Bichi! Do you think I can't satisfy you? I insist on XXXXXXX today!" Afro cursed.

"Shut up!" His companion finally couldn't bear it anymore. The force on his shoulders became stronger and stronger, and finally he couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

It's obvious that he is scolding you, old man, why are you taking it out on me?

"What's the matter with you?" Afro looked at his companion in confusion. From just now, he realized that something was not right with this little brother.

"You'll know soon," Reimu said.

As soon as these words were spoken, Afro felt an unprecedented sense of crisis envelope his heart.

The last time he felt this way was when he faced Dumbledore. If the Dark Lord hadn't appeared in time to stop him, their newly established werewolf army would have been completely wiped out.

He could never forget the old man's angry eyes and the way he moved as if the world was about to collapse.

The next moment, Afro's eyes suddenly bulged, and an invisible, unparalleled force hit his abdomen hard, making him almost vomit out all the contents in his stomach.

Immediately afterwards, the force hit his back again, knocking him to the ground. A human-shaped pit instantly appeared on the stone ground!

Five minutes later, Reimu clapped his hands. The two guys who dared to tease her had long since changed into human forms.

"I know you are werewolves and you won't die that easily." She said, "Find someone for me and I will spare your lives."