Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

A few days before the Quidditch World Cup, Lockhart came to Ollivander's wand shop as agreed.

"Little Gilderoy! You haven't seen each other for a month, but you are becoming more and more like your father!"

Ollivander's wand shop always has a holy quiet like a library, and Lockhart greets him respectfully: "Good evening, sir, it's been a long time since I bought my first wand here with my father. It's the past."

Lockhart took out his wand and handed it to the old gentleman: "But there seems to be a little problem with my wand recently. I think he seems to be getting more and more awkward, and he is walking on a road that runs counter to me..."

Mr. Ollivander took the wand with pity: "Mahogany, unicorn tail hair... Little Gilderoy, do you remember? I once said that it is not the wizard who chooses the wand, but the wand that chooses the wizard!"

"Yes, sir." Although Lockhart did not believe this statement, he still nodded, "I remember, then, did my wand abandon me?"

"The wand will never change, it will become a person!" Mr. Ollivander raised his eyes and looked at Lockhart, as if to penetrate him and the store door behind him: "Gidero, obviously , you've become a powerful wizard now, this wand can't serve you anymore, you need a stronger wand, come, try these. All made of dragons slain not long ago, root They are all powerful.”

Lockhart tried several wands, but they didn't go well. Finally, when he picked up the next one, a caring and smooth feeling poured into his palm, this is it!

"Ah, 100-year-old cypress wood, dragon nerve wand core, it is really suitable for you! Even if you are 80 gold Galleons, it is not expensive at all, after all," Ollivander lowered his voice, "this is using a head to be slapped in front of you. The ingredients for the dragon to kill are freshly made, and most importantly - it hasn't been registered with the Ministry of Magic yet! But I'm sure you wouldn't use this wand to do bad things, would you?"

Lockhart understood, paid the money happily, took the wand and left the wand shop, he was more confident now, he decided to try to kill Barty Crouch Jr. in the Quidditch World Cup event! -Since the plot cannot be avoided, then simply destroy it.

A few days later, Lockhart walked through the fireplace to one of the official World Cup entrances.

The pressure of teleportation dissipated quickly. Looking around, it was dark and dark, but after all, the living room of the Lockhart house was replaced by an unfamiliar wood, which felt strange. There were constantly other wizards wearing all kinds of strange Muggle clothes around, he walked out of the woods with the sparse crowd, and the invisible field was crowded with colorful tents!

A humble tent seemed familiar. Lockhart stood in front of the tent and looked at it. The owner of the tent stuck out a half-bald head from behind: "It's you, good morning, Gilderoy!"

Mr. Arthur Weasley answered feebly, then drew back to fiddle with it.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" Going around the tent, he saw Mr. Weasley squatting in front of a small pile of firewood, with matches scattered on the edge.

"It's nothing, just a bonfire. Oh! Look! It really does light up!" Mr. Weasley struck a match, but he was so amazed to see it burn that when he remembered to put it on the wood, The match is out: "Unfortunately, I'm not sure I'll be able to light another one! How on earth do Muggles make every match light? There must be a secret."

Lockhart was about to squat down to teach Mr. Weasley when a lovely voice called him: "Professor Lockhart!"

"Hello, my dear little Hermione, we meet again!" Lockhart turned his head and smiled brightly in the direction of the voice.

After not seeing her for a month, Hermione grew even more beautiful, with fluffy brown hair tied back to her head, looking youthful and energetic. Harry and Ron were there too, and they were more handsome and mature.

"Professor, where is your tent, I'll take you there." Hermione ran over to take Lockhart's bag affectionately, put her arms around Lockhart's arm, and left Arthur's tent.

Fudge had already arranged the tent, and Lockhart took Hermione directly to his tent, opened the curtain and went in, only to find someone looking at them inside, with fair skin, green eyes, and a supple bright brown show. Hair, delicate and beautiful appearance, slender figure full of youthful breath, is a real beauty.

What does this mean, Fudge's beauty plan? Lockhart looked at her suspiciously.

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