Chapter 141: Fight to the Death!

'Professor Lockhart' stood in front of the stone sculpture and gave the command to the stone sculpture:

"Password: Zizizifeng..."

Bang! A vase suddenly hit Lockhart's feet, and a laughing voice sounded:

"Hahahaha! Are you scared? Damn it, I told you to wake me up!"

'Lockhart' looked down at the vase fragments at his feet, then raised his head to look at the guy who made the sound.

A short man wearing bright clothes and a tie.

This is one of the ghosts of Hogwarts, Peeves.

"Is it funny?" 'Lockhart' looked at him lightly.

"Isn't it funny?" Peeves laughed again, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

"I was actually frightened by the vase..."

"Buzz!" The violent sound of wind passed through the corridor.

'Lockhart' stretched out a hand, spanned a distance of more than ten meters, and grabbed Peeves' neck in his hand. A black mist filled his hand.

Peeves suddenly suppressed his eyes and turned red, and kicked his hands and feet randomly:

"Let... let go..."

'Lockhart' looked very cold and asked, "Are you still smiling?"

"No... no laughing..." Peeves was almost out of breath.

"Get out!" Lockhart threw it away casually, like throwing away garbage.

Peeves rolled around on the ground a few times before letting out a hoarse cough. Then he looked up at Lockhart, his face suddenly changed, and his body disappeared into the night.

Seeing it leave, 'Lockhart' turned back towards the stone sculpture and said:

"Command: sizzling honey water."

Boom! The griffin stone beast's eyes lit up, as if it came to life, and then its body moved sideways to make way.

Behind the stone carvings, a stone door splits to the left and right, revealing a spiral upward stone staircase behind it.

'Lockhart' walked inside.

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In the principal's office.

Meka Anders looked at the window with some surprise. He had clearly seen that the window was closed just now, but when he came, the window opened automatically.

Did Professor Dumbledore really know that I was coming?

Meka's face looked strange. He suddenly noticed something strange and looked up.

On the circular wall, an old man in a portrait suddenly retracted his gaze, straightened his body, and his face became serious.

Below the portrait, there is a plaque that reads: Phineas Black, 1847-1925.

Next to this portrait, there is a row of portraits, most of which are old men and women in their octogenarian years.

"Stop hiding." The old man in the portrait that said 'Armando Dippet' suddenly spoke and cursed,

"Phineas, you are already an old man, and you still can't keep calm. Are you going to let him watch?"

"Yes." The old lady with the portrait that said 'Delice Devante' couldn't help but say,

"You are so old, you still look like a child, you don't look like you were the principal back then."

Phineas hammered his cane and glared back: "Armando, are you worthy of saying this? Are you usually not the most energetic?"

"I'm going to jump?" Armando snorted, "Who has a crow's mouth and offends people everywhere when he is the principal? Isn't it you? Phineas?"

Phineas couldn't bear it anymore, and he said in a deep voice: "If you keep talking, don't blame me for being rude."

Armando didn't give up at all and glared at him: "I want to see how you can be rude!"

"Okay!" The old lady Dai Lisi couldn't bear it anymore. She shouted and stopped the quarrel between the two.

"The kid down there is watching. Aren't you afraid that he will laugh at you two old men?"

Phineas glanced at Meka: "How can he have time to look at it? A little money man, what kind of treasure is he looking for?"

"Ahem..." Meka was rummaging through boxes and cabinets when he was suddenly exposed and felt a little embarrassed.

But he didn't respond at all. He continued to search shamelessly, pulled out all the desk drawers, put them on the floor and rummaged through them.

Before he flew in, he saw Lockhart coming over. Apparently Voldemort wanted to get involved and take away something.

Therefore, instead of taking advantage of Voldemort, it is better to take advantage of this innocent little wizard.

"What a robber. I don't know how Dumbledore taught such a student." Armando muttered as he looked at his actions.

"It's not bad." Phineas replied, "He's better than that kid outside. At least he's not a purebred dark wizard."

"Hey!" Phineas suddenly shouted, "Here is that old hat, kid!"

Meka came to his senses in an instant. He raised his head and reached out to catch an old hat. It was the 'Sorting Hat' he was looking for.

As he held the hat in his hand, the 'Lion Heart Curse' that loomed in his mind suddenly settled down and he found his target.

"It's not in the hat?" Meka looked under the bookshelf beside him in surprise.

He rushed over quickly and groped around on the ground as fast as he could. He touched the secret grid, lifted a floor tile, and saw the hilt of the sword exposed underneath.

"Found it!" Meka was pleasantly surprised.

He noticed something was wrong as soon as he came in. There seemed to be a spell cast in the room, and the pull of the 'Lion Heart Curse' could not find its direction.

Professor Dumbledore seems to have connected the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor in a unique way, allowing the Sorting Hat to protect the whereabouts of the Sword of Gryffindor.

It wasn't until Phineas threw the Sorting Hat to him that the feeling of being unable to find his way disappeared. At this time, the 'Lion's Heart Curse' really took effect.

Meka quickly moved the floor tiles and took out the sword from the ground.

The sword was revealed in full view in front of him.

He wiped the ruby ​​on the hilt and saw himself reflected in the ruby. Then he wiped the sword body, a layer of dust was swept away, and the silver blade was revealed.

"Good stuff!" Meka's eyes lit up.

This sword is worthy of being the sword of the legendary wizard Godric Gryffindor.

Just holding it in his hand, he felt a surge of power in his body, and felt that the blade was extremely sharp and could cut anything.

Meka held the sword tightly and was about to put it away, but suddenly his expression was startled.

There seemed to be an undercurrent in his mind, and an inexplicable memory ran into his mind along with the coldness of his hands.

He read it carefully and found that this was actually the sequel of the 'Lion Heart Curse'.

"I said, the one who studied this Gryffindor sword is an alchemist master, it is impossible for him to only study a useless magic..."

Meka smiled.

He was about to continue reading the memory in his mind when he heard the sound outside, so he quickly chanted a spell to restore everything.

"The wizard at the door is coming." Phineas urged, "Hurry up! You can't beat him!"

"McGonagall is coming too, and will be here soon." Armando reminded.

"I don't want to be besieged by Lockhart and several professors..." Meka felt very unlucky.

No one knew that he was a young wizard at Hogwarts, and Lockhart was now the acting principal. If he asked to keep him, the other professors might really obey his arrangement.

Meka then speeded up the speed of chanting the spell, and the sorting hat, books, sundries, and floor tiles in front of him quickly returned to their original positions.

He put the sword into the gold-rimmed bag and turned to leave. Boom! A huge flame enveloped him, followed by a roar:

"What did you take away?!"

A flame suddenly rushed in like a dragon, bringing a terrifying high temperature, roaring towards Meka's body!

"Teforimonangshileishen!"

A whisper sounded.

The surrounding tables and chairs instantly turned into a stone pillar and shot out, breaking the dragon-like flames, smashing a light wall, and with a bang, the angry 'Lockhart' was directly hit against the wall!

'Lockhart' vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and a huge force seemed to break his ribs. A large piece of bright red on his chest showed through the emerald robe and spread out.

Even the wall behind him had a big crack!

"You wait! Vampire wizard, I will never stop fighting with you!" 'Lockhart's voice was extremely cold, as if he was holding back his anger.

His figure shattered into a ball of black mist and left the principal's office, leaving a mess.

Meka looked at the direction he left and did not chase him.

Because he didn't know what other tricks Voldemort had, he might fall into a disadvantage if he acted rashly.

If he was surrounded by Professor McGonagall and others who came later, it would be troublesome.

However, he did not expect that the 'Lockhart' possessed by Voldemort seemed to be weaker. His power seemed to be transferred to another place, and he gradually weakened.

"Perhaps he is preparing for 'resurrection'." Maeka thought.

He whispered, and turned into a purple-eyed bat with a puff, and spread his wings in an instant.

On the wall, the old men and women in the portraits blinked their eyes.

"This little guy seems to be very powerful?" Amonger scratched his chin.

"He took the Polyjuice Potion. If I'm not wrong, he may be younger than we guessed." Dalis said.

Only Phineas did not speak, looking at the window where Maeka left, thinking.

He saw the shadow of his own Transfiguration in this little wizard.

"Could it be that I taught him before? That's not right. I died early. He was so young, how could he have been taught by me? But if I didn't teach him, how could he look so much like the young me?" Phineas scratched his hair in annoyance.

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