Chapter 220: Instructions

Vader was a little surprised to be suddenly caught by Lockhart. He blinked, but before he could speak, a picture frame was forcefully thrust into his hand.

Lockhart, wearing a golden wizard robe, walked around in the photo, showing off his proud smile from time to time, with dazzling white teeth.

Lockhart's own signature flourish appears in the lower right corner, and he playfully included a flower at the end.

"Take it, this is what you've always wanted."

Lockhart couldn't help but put his arm around Vader's shoulders, held his photo with him, and said enthusiastically: "Smile, Vader!"

With a "click", a black camera recorded this scene.

The faint white smoke dispersed, and Wade squinted his eyes and looked forward.

After the heavy camera was put down, the face revealed was not Colin Creevey of Gryffindor, but Rolf Scamander.

The boy blinked slightly, and Wade also showed a real smile.

"Thank you, Roll!"

Lockhart patted Rolf on the shoulder and said affectionately: "After the photo is developed, don't forget to send me a copy. This is your reward."

He handed over a signed photo of himself.

"Okay, Professor! Thank you, Professor!"

Rolf hung the camera around his neck and took the photo with both hands, looking very happy.

"If you want to take a photo again, come to me anytime, Wade!"

Lockhart turned back to Vader and said loudly: "You know, you are one of my favorite students, and I will not refuse such a small request!"

After once again emphasizing his purpose of coming, making sure that the surrounding students could hear clearly, and consolidating the impression of a "close teacher-student relationship", Lockhart saw a faint sneer on Vader's lips, and did not dare to listen to his answer, and turned away The surrounding students left in a hurry.

A group of girls mustered up the courage to catch up.

"Professor, sign your name for me too!"

"Professor, I also want a signed photo!"

Lockhart had not gone far before he was surrounded by the girls. He happily took out his quill and began to sign with great energy.

Rolf then came closer to Wade.

"I saw that Professor Lockhart asked Creevey of Gryffindor to be the photographer. I knew you didn't like this kind of thing, so I took the initiative to say that I could help."

He explained in a low voice: "I will destroy the film when I get back. When he asks, he will say that it was accidentally exposed to light and the film was destroyed."

"No, give me the photo."

Vader smiled and said, "I'll take it to Professor Lockhart."

Rolf blinked in confusion, looked at Vader's meaningful sneer, and agreed obediently: "Okay."

…

In the afternoon, Wade got the photo.

The magical photo was in black and white. In the photo, Vader saw the chicken-headed Lockhart huddled in the corner and panting, but he himself in the photo was nowhere to be seen.

Wade searched carefully for a while before he saw a piece of clothing in the corner.

Compared with himself, the students in the picture were more conspicuous.

For example, Fred, Wade saw him constantly taking out his money bag and shaking it, smiling slyly along with George in the photo.

Vader walked toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office with the photo, which looked nothing like a group photo, and the camera slung over his shoulder.

When Quirrell was still in school, Wade had never taken the initiative to come near this place, but he would inevitably pass by it during class, and he knew the location.

There was no Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon. Wade knocked on the door, and soon the door was opened.

Lockhart probably thought that there was his admirer outside the door, holding a quill ready to sign in his hand. When he saw Vader, he was obviously a little surprised.

"Ah, Wade...it's you who are here..."

When he met those gray eyes, Lockhart couldn't help but avoid looking at them, feeling suddenly a little guilty.

"I'll send the photos, Professor."

Vader shook the photo, and while Lockhart heaved a sigh of relief, he added: "In addition, I also want to ask you for some knowledge on Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, oh, that's it. Then come in."

The blond professor's smile returned to his face.

——He is a child after all.

he thought easily.

Wade walked in and closed the door with a bang.

Lockhart's heart suddenly shrank. He turned his head and saw Vader holding the wand.

"There are still some parts of the disarming spell you demonstrated in the club that I don't quite understand. Can you give me some more pointers?"

the black-haired boy asked softly.

"Well... this... uh... of course..."

Lockhart followed the photo with his eyes, and seeing that Vader had no intention of giving it to him, he finally reluctantly agreed.

He pulled out his wand, feeling slightly uneasy, but thinking that he was in front of a young student and an alchemist, he suddenly felt relieved.

——Alchemist... Even if you are proficient in one or two spells such as the Ignore Curse, your magic level will not be much better, right?

Just like himself, only the Forgetting Curse is very proficient... But no matter how bad his Defense Against the Dark Arts spells are, there is no way he can't even compare to a second-year student...

…

Michael checked the time, said goodbye to his other friends, climbed the marble stairs to the third floor, and listened outside Lockhart's office door, but heard nothing.

He asked in the "Friends' Book", but Wade didn't answer.

Michael sighed, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door lock, whispering: "Alaho open!"

The door lock turned "click" and opened.

Michael just opened the door a crack, and heard a loud bang, followed by a crackling sound.

He shrank his neck in shock, and waited for the sound to gradually fade before carefully poking his head in.

There were broken bottles and countless photo frames all over the floor, and Lockhart in the photo was hiding in the corner in panic, trembling.

And Lockhart himself fell in the corner, his eyes closed, his nose and face were swollen, and there was even blood on his chest, and a large piece of green ink was splashed on his chest.

Michael's eyes widened, and he hurried into the office and closed the door, lowering his voice and asking: "Is he still alive?"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to help destroy the body.

Wade wanted to ask him why he was sneaking around, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard that.

"Of course not, I just asked the professor about the disarming spell. Professor Lockhart... taught very carefully."

He said leisurely while raising the camera and taking a photo of Lockhart.

The sound of the flash rang out, and Lockhart smiled reflexively, and then seemed to realize that his current miserable state could not appear in the media at all, and groaned in pain.

Hearing his voice, Michael finally felt relieved.

"I thought you killed our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

He whispered.

"How could it be?" Wade said: "It's not easy for Professor Dumbledore to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for us, but the professor..."

He half squatted down, and Lockhart immediately shrank back.

Wade said politely: "I don't like my photo to appear in any newspaper or magazine, and I don't want to be associated with a big celebrity like you... Can you understand my feelings?"

Lockhart covered the wound on his forehead and looked at him in fear, his eyes swept over the camera and photos in his hand, and nodded quickly.

"Thank you for your understanding."

The "group photo" in Wade's hand suddenly burned, and in the blink of an eye, only a small amount of black ash was left, falling on the messy floor.

"Then we'll say goodbye... It's almost dinner time, thank you very much for your careful guidance today, Professor Lockhart."

Wade stood up, looked at Lockhart lying on the ground in a very embarrassed state, and said softly:

"I hope the professor can take good care of himself. If there is a chance next time, I will learn spells from you again."

Michael complained in his heart-is this a threat? This is a threat, right? Look at Professor Lockhart, it seems that he is about to cry!

He said this in his heart, but in fact he didn't sympathize with Lockhart at all.

The two turned around, Michael stepped over the two photo frames, reached out and opened the door.

Wade walked a little slowly for some reason.

Behind him, Lockhart's eyes flickered as he watched the student wipe his wand and put it back into his bag.

He endured the pain as if all his bones were broken, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and held his wand.

He hesitated for a moment, and when the two were about to walk out, he finally raised his wand and shouted-

"Obligate..."

"Bang!"

He didn't even see clearly how Wade made the move, but he felt as if his chest was hit by a rhinoceros head-on, and the whole person flew out, and with a "snap" sound, he stuck to the wall like a pancake, and then slowly slid down.

His nose bridge seemed to be broken, and the severe pain immediately made Lockhart burst into tears, but he still tried to open his eyes to see-

Wade did not have a wand in his hand.

He pointed at Lockhart with one hand, and the expression on his face did not seem to be surprised at all, but Michael next to him was shocked and angry.

"No need to send me off, Professor."

Lockhart heard his student condescendingly say, "I'm really sorry to bother you today."

Footsteps were heard, and the office door was slammed shut.

"How despicable!"

As soon as he left the office, he heard Michael angrily say, "As a professor, you actually attacked me! And you used the Oblivion Spell! This is illegal!"

Vade's voice was very low, and I didn't know what he said, and then Michael cursed again.

It was as if he was the one who suffered.

The voice quickly faded away until it could not be heard at all.

Lockhart wiped the blood from his nose. For the first time, he didn't care about maintaining his perfect image, and his head was full of buzzing sounds.

He thought he might have a concussion.

But more importantly-

Silent and wandless spells... Is this really the level of a twelve-year-old student...

There is only one chapter today.

I have to reorganize the outline.