The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

On Friday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Cyrus sat alone in the back row as always, looking at the research on soul magic and the complete collection of memory spells that could be borrowed so far.

Disgusted, he moved the photo on the desk aside.

On the other hand, Wayne and Fawcett made rapid progress. Perhaps it was the girl who was a little moved by her first step forward?

"The repelling spell can effectively cause damage to some of the dark creatures I mentioned earlier..." Professor Lockhart also gave a speech in class wearing a bright and gorgeous gown as always.

"Knock-back-curse~" He twirled his wand gracefully and chanted the spell, "Just like this, werewolves or vampires will be knocked back. I always do this when I'm exploring."

However, the little wizards in the class did not show any surprise or exclamation in his imagination.

His flamboyant acting fails somewhat.

This made Lockhart a little embarrassed, only his own portraits and photos were clapping vigorously, he pulled the belt on his robe a few times, and stepped hard on the floor.

"What's the matter? Everyone! Don't fall asleep..." Professor Lockhart made some people raise their faces again. "You can learn how to defend against dark creatures from these stories. Watch and learn~"

"Professor, we've known this for a long time." Anthony said listlessly, "The last Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has already taught magic spells."

It's the last professor again...

Lockhart frowned irritably, and it took a minute before he raised his hand to wipe his face, and the fingers holding the wand kept scraping the cherry wood.

"Okay, okay, since you all know it, is there anyone willing to come up and show it?"

Fortunately, he quickly stabilized the scene and raised a smiling face: "Just think of it as preparations for the future..."

He glanced around and saw the genius in the mouths of other deans, so he stood on tiptoe, raised his wand high above his head, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Cyrus! It's up to you...you show it to everyone"

Professor Lockhart pointed to the dummy model beside the classroom, and summoned it with the Flying Charm. As a former student of Hogwarts, he still knew the most basic magic.

Cyrus sighed heavily, put down the book, and walked to the stage reluctantly.

"Just show the knockback spell I just said...yes, aim a bit, don't miss it." Lockhart stood behind him, pointing.

flipendo (retreat the enemy three feet)! !

The general definition of the repelling spell belongs to the category of 'dispersion', but Quirrell and Cyrus improved it and redefined it as the category of 'attack'.

The difference is that the former only has the effect of retreating and knocking back; while the latter can increase the output and control of energy and increase its aggressiveness.

The red translucent film-like spell hit the target, and the dummy was knocked to the ground, looking like a normal knockback.

"Perfect! Hufflepuff plus ten!!"

It wasn't until Lockhart announced that it made the wizards a little bit happier, and the professor himself was pleased that the students were happy with him.

Even if it's because of extra points... but the points are added by Lockhart, so the wizards are also happy because of him? !

After Cyrus left the field, Lockhart walked to the side of the model, squatted down to help him up, and still praised Cyrus:

"Very good, really... You should learn more, but Cyrus is not Ravenclaw's"

However, this sentiment made Mandy, Anthony and other eagles agree, but the little badgers were a little unhappy.

It was as if the Badger Yard forced Cyrus to come over when they were sorted out...

Professor Lockhart just lifted the dummy up, but unexpectedly it collapsed to the ground. When the professor took a closer look, he found that the inside of the solid wood had been turned into a pile of dust due to the impact.

With a light poke of your finger, you can pick out a large piece of sawdust.

"Hiss~" Lockhart and the nearby wizards all gasped.

Lockhart hurried to the podium, flipped through "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense", and found that there was nothing wrong with the introduction, and it clearly said "dispel" to repel the curse master.

disperse?This is to disperse? ?

But he quickly changed his thinking, and dispelled...killing the dark creature is also considered to be dispelled~ It doesn't have to be defined as driving away.

"That's it, that's what the Knockback Curse actually does," Lockhart hastily added, "Cyrus perfectly demonstrated what a Knockback Curse really is."

The wizards below nodded repeatedly. It seems that Professor Lockhart is not particularly stupid.

At least... In some cognition, it is still comparable to Quirrell.

After class was over, the wizards hurriedly left the classroom, and Cyrus was still slowly clearing up the research recorded on the table, when Lockhart also walked over.

"Memory magic?" Lockhart glanced at the notes on the table, which piqued his interest.

"Yes, Professor—" Cyrus replied politely.

"Do you know the difference between the Forgetting Charm and the False Memory Charm?" Lockhart stopped in his tracks. Before he was in a hurry to eat, he flipped through the contents of his notes.

Hmm...a bit rusty and not well researched...

"The former is used to erase a specific memory, while the latter just fills in a non-existent and false memory..."

"Yes, but it's not correct enough!" Lockhart, who was suddenly interested, skillfully hooked his shoulder and sat down. "The biggest difference is that it will leave a large blank in the memory."

Cyrus was a little dazed, looking at the professor who naturally caught up with the conversation, he turned around and left right away ashamed.

"If there's anything I'm proud of, it's my Forgetting Curse." Lockhart proudly gave himself a thumbs up.

He wanted to prove himself in a hurry, at school, in front of the wizards.

He didn't want to remain silent for the rest of his life.

"But it's better not to learn it alone, it's more dangerous." Professor Lockhart's tone was still like a speech, but at least the content was no longer so empty.

"Professor, are you...really good at it?" Cyrus gave him a suspicious look.

"Of course~ but why do you want to learn this magic?" Lockhart stared at him blankly. "This magic is very dangerous, especially in the process of learning."

"Hmm... I have a relative who seems to have been oblivious to it"

Cyrus pondered for a long time before slowly explaining the reason. No matter what, at least the other party is still a professor. Although it seems a little unreliable, no matter what, it is best to get some help.

"Ma...Ordinary people? Or wizards?" Lockhart himself was born in a mixed-race family, so he was more careful with his words.

"Ordinary People"

Hearing his answer, for some reason, Professor Lockhart's suspended heart fell steadily.

"Haha, no problem, it seems that you are a good boy." Lockhart laughed a few times, trying to dispel the tension just now, "Well, if you don't understand, ask me back, how about it?"

While talking, he used the magic quill to add a few lines to the note, then got up and left.

And Cyrus was still a little confused by the professor's sudden surprise.

"I will, not just Defense Against the Dark Arts..." The professor walked to the door of the steps inside the classroom, turned around, waved his hand playfully, and then entered the office.

Cyrus packed up his notes in a hurry, and hurried to Hufflepuff's kitchen to help Hermione get some food. As for the professor's notes, he would read them later.

He skillfully came to the picture of the big fruit bowl in the underground corridor, scratched the pear, and went into the kitchen.

There are many gleaming copper pots and basins piled up on the surrounding stone walls, and the elves in the castle are orderly directing the pans to clean themselves.

"Dear wizard, do you want to prepare extra food again?"

Seeing Cyrus' approach, an old elf dressed in black, wearing a hat and with a white beard on his chin hurriedly ran up to him and bowed to salute.

Cyrus had discovered these house-elves because he would prepare food for Hermione at noon and at night.

In the first grade, he only came here occasionally for supper, and now he knows.

"Hmm...let's keep it the same as before, add an extra strawberry pudding, Kevin, thank you"

"Oh!! No need to say thank you, this is what we should do..." it yelled in panic, "Bob! A grilled steak with strawberry frosting pudding!"

"Why don't we send it to you..."

Cyrus frowned at the way they groveled, reminding him of Ondrastar's days as a child laborer.

"No, I'll take it by myself like before."

"No, no, no, we elves are born to serve wizards, we can't let you continue like this... May I ask where to send it?"

Kevin looked at Cyrus in horror and sadness, as if he had done something big wrong and hurt them.

“…”

"The school infirmary?" Cyrus said helplessly after being silent for a while.

"Okay! Then please go back first, we will deliver it right away." After speaking, Kevin snapped his fingers, with an extra face towel on his arm, and then walked into the busy elf.

Cyrus pursed his lips, picked a piece of toast from the table corresponding to Slytherin, stirred a large piece of butter, and left the kitchen.

Distorted history of the wizarding world, distorted elves.

(Lockhart's Forgetting Curse is outrageously powerful. After checking the usage records of the spell, I can only say: worthy of being a master of memory)