The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 153 My Loyal Servant, Duvi Jones [12]

Malfoy opened his eyes wide and looked at Du Wei.

He didn't understand what the professor said.

Uh.

Maybe it's not that I don't understand?
Is it because what the professor said was too general?
It seems that he knows a lot, but what he says is less than one-third of what he knows.

When Professor Lupine said some fashionable words, he admitted that he did not understand them.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but could you please repeat it here?"

Malfoy said carefully, "I didn't understand what you said, Professor."

Seeing this, Du Wei seemed to be lost in thought.

Malfoy didn't speak.

He watched the professor fall into thought, and soon, the professor suddenly realized that he slapped the fist of his left hand into the palm of his right hand.

"I understand."

Professor Lupine said.

He pulled out a book from his side and placed it in front of Malfoy.

"I think I've fallen into a misunderstanding, Mr. Malfoy, it's me who forcibly placed my level on your head.

This is a stupid mistake.

Professor Severus often does this, so he is suitable for teaching geniuses, but this teaching method is not suitable for the two of us. "

Dewey said.

Malfoy was momentarily at a loss for words.

He didn't know whether Professor Lupine's words were hurting Snape or him.

But fortunately, Du Wei continued to attend classes.

He pointed to a book he had pulled out and said, "Do you know what the worst thing you did was, Mr. Malfoy."

Du Wei said seriously, "You read too few books, but think too much.

Many of your thoughts have actually been thought by wizards. Your thinking process is different from theirs, but you can learn from their endings, just like the author of this book. "

He picked up a book and handed it to Malfoy.

This is a book written by Mr. Lockhart.

To be precise, it is one of his Around the World series.

These books, all well written, although after Mr. Lockhart's reputation became notorious, the publishers stopped publishing these books-they couldn't sell them, but those who had bought these books seldom destroyed them.

In the school library, the complete works of Lockhart are there.

It's just that these books have been moved to a corner. Of course, according to Mr. Lockhart's current reputation, even if all his books are placed in the most conspicuous place of the library, no one will come to borrow his books.

Liar's book, what's so good about it.

But Du Wei is just the opposite.
He had recently borrowed Mr. Lockhart, all the books.

Full set.

read carefully.

He used these books in his spare time—this means that after he finished beating Mr. Lockhart, those dark wizards, and frightened the group of damn goblins, he would be like a kind old grandpa. , sit in a chair and read them a book of fairy tales.

Very kind.

Those crooked wizards and goblins around are also very docile and obedient.

The books of fairy tales he read in front of those people were Lockhart's best sellers.

For example this one.

"How to Subdue a Pack of Werewolves"

There are also subtitles at the bottom.

"My Frightful Night in Romania"

It's a Romania travelogue.

"You don't even need a very old wizard, these problems of yours, this book can handle them."

Malfoy hesitated when he saw Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart's bright smiling face in this book.

Although Professor Lupine was already authoritative in his heart, looking at Lockhart's face, Malfoy still had a sense of absurd unreality.

"But, Professor, he's a, well, he's a liar."

Malfoy said.

Du Wei nodded and said: "Yes, yes, Lockhart is of course a liar, Mr. Malfoy, but this has no conflict with your reading his books.

Before being debunked, Mr. Lockhart's books had been bestsellers in the wizarding world for so many years. Didn't any wizard notice his problem?
No, no, in the academy, those teachers who had educated him, they all found something wrong, but the most troublesome thing was. "

He held up the book, pointed to Lockhart on it and said: "However, everyone found that every book of his, even housewives like it very much, how to deal with little goblins, how to deal with In the garden and in the farm, all kinds of small animal series have something to say and can be copied.

Even if it is operated according to the operation in this book, it is also reproducible.

Do you understand what this means? "

Malfoy understood.

"In this book, everything is operable."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, not only that."

Du Wei opened the book, pointed to a line of text on it and read: "From the night I arrived in Romania, I drove away those werewolves, how did I do it?

The first point is mentality, I am not nervous at all..."

Duwei Balabala read a paragraph of text in the book. Yes, all the books written by Lockhart are No.1, but Lockhart is strong. He can always use the knowledge he plagiarized. The writing is extremely lively and has a sense of picture.

Moreover, for a young wizard like Malfoy, these words of Lockhart are really means that can be copied, and there will be no mistakes.

Du Wei is also learning some of Lockhart's methods of dealing with aliens.

These books have a great effect on Du Wei.

For Du Wei, Lockhart's detailed steps like teaching a fool are also the knowledge he needs.

He is a fool.

So when Du Wei was a teacher, he didn't have much selfishness. He said to Malfoy: "More importantly, the reason why Lockhart's books are so popular is because his books are very detailed. Keep it a little secret.

For example, in this book, how to expel werewolves, many of the magics he uses are small magics that you can learn.

It's not like there are some powerful wizards out there. "

When Du Wei said this, he stopped.

He also wanted to hurt Snape.

He thought of Snape. If Snape met a werewolf, he would probably wave his wand, "There are many obstacles" and "Shen Feng has no shadow", and kill the werewolf with a few strokes.

Neat.

But it's a pity that his methods are not replicable for these little wizards, not as good as Lockhart.

After all, Lockhart obtained knowledge directly from other people's brains, and when someone met someone, he would hide his secrets between words.

But the brain does not.

Lockhart is an honest person, he will write down all the steps of that person, vividly and interestingly.

If Lockhart really has the practical level of his seventh grade, no, no seventh grade, sixth grade, he, a Ravenclaw graduate, can still be a defense against the dark arts professor for a year, for example, The practical operation class that fell to the altar-the Cornish goblins, in the book he wrote, there are clear steps on how to deal with these Cornish goblins.

Unfortunately, except for the Oblivion Curse, Lockhart's other spells are astonishingly bad.

"I see, Professor."

Malfoy said, he picked up the book and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Du Wei.

Malfoy looked at the professor with some surprise.

Du Wei took his book and said, "I borrowed this from me. If you want to borrow books, you can go to the library."

He added another sentence.

"This is not a banned book, you can borrow it at will.

And there have been many. "

After Du Wei finished perfunctory Malfoy, he casually flipped through two pages of the book and looked in the direction of the hunting lodge.

Estimate this time period.

The three little ones should be back!
……

In the hunting lodge, Dumbledore was looking at Dumbledore who was already asleep, but now he was looking at the three little ones in front of him energetically.

He is fully awake!

Mr. Allen was on the side, as if he was old and blind, and didn't see Buckbeak who came with them from the Forbidden Forest.

"Hide that magical animal."

He lowered his voice and signaled Hagrid to hide Buckbeak. Hagrid trotted all the way, stuffed Buckbeak into the Forbidden Forest again, and tied him up.

Dumbledore, Mr. Allen and the three little ones stayed in the house.

Dumbledore looked stern as Hagrid went to hide Buckbeak.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to do this?

Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, and Harry?

Who told you to do this? "

Dumbledore asked sternly.

Just as he was speaking, Harry suddenly let out a cry.

Dumbledore's attention was drawn to Harry.

"What's the matter, Harry."

he asked.

Harry didn't have time to answer Dumbledore's words, the severe pain was like a tide, and he patted quickly, Harry covered his head in pain, and curled up quickly.

He couldn't speak.

Harry felt the lightning-shaped scar on his brain begin to ache violently.

It was as if someone had held a red-hot soldering iron and stuffed it into his brain arbitrarily, constantly stirring it back and forth.

A phantom appeared before his eyes.

He heard someone calling his name, it seemed to be the voices of Hermione and Ron, and probably the voices of Hagrid and Dumbledore.

But those voices seemed to be separated from him by a world.

He couldn't hear them at all.

He only felt as if he had fallen into the black lake, sinking, sinking, sinking into the abyss.

He felt sharp pain on one side.

On the other hand, he seemed to be asleep.

He once again observed the world from another peculiar perspective.

He saw another scene.

It's an amazing scene.

He saw himself appearing in a forest castle, it should be a hall, it was very big and very gloomy.

From the open window of the old castle, you can see the dark green and lush trees outside.

Inside the castle, there were torches everywhere, and those people in robes faced him one after another humbly, lowering their bodies.

These people look like wizards.

Harry saw traces of wands on their waists.

But it was strange, Harry really felt strange, that kind of perspective, not quite like a human perspective.

It was as if he was some kind of animal lying on the ground.

too low.

He was already on the steps, but from his perspective, he and those people's heads were at the same level.

Originally, he should look down on these people, but now, he can only look down on their heads.

Someone spoke behind him, weakly but clearly.

"I want you to go to London, to England, and find my faithful servant, Dewey Jones.

I want you to take him and tell him to come to me. "

In front of him, there were corpses and blood on the ground.

Those people retreated one by one, and the voice behind them began to speak again.

"Nagini, come here, Nagini, my baby."

Harry felt himself turning around, and at that moment, his eyes lit up.

"Hoo hoo, hoo hoo!"

Like a fan, Harry's eyes returned to light. He was breathing violently, his chest was constantly expanding, and his face was full of horror.

In front of him was a kind and familiar face.

Dumbledore looked at Harry concerned.

"What's the matter, kid."

"Harry, Harry? What's the matter with you, talk to me."

Seeing Harry's distraught and terrified look, Dumbledore had no choice but to shake Harry vigorously with his hands to bring him back to his senses!
Harry's eyes gradually gained focus.

He didn't care about the sweat dripping from his head.

He grabbed Dumbledore's arm.

"Professor, professor, I'm dreaming again."

He spoke incoherently, and Dumbledore frowned. He forcefully pulled Harry from the cold ground and forcibly held him up.

Push him on the table.

It seemed that, for a moment, Dumbledore was going to pour the brandy in the cup into Harry's mouth.

But thankfully, Dumbledore wasn't too old.

He is not yet confused, knowing that minors cannot drink alcohol.

He stopped and reached for Brandy's hand, and he took out a small bottle of potion from under his robe.

"Drink this, Harry, and you'll feel much better."

He said that drinking this would make him feel better, but in fact, he forced Harry into this bottle of potion.

Hermione, Ron, Alan, and Hagrid behind them all approached and looked at Harry worriedly.

"Professor, he will be fine."

Hermione asked.

"It should be fine."

said Dumbledore, and then Harry spoke again.

But just after he opened his mouth to speak, Mr. Allen's complexion changed drastically, and he subconsciously walked back. Even Hermione and Ron had goosebumps.

Because Harry opened his mouth and what came out was Parseltongue.

Dumbledore was used to big scenes, so he was not surprised by this, but he really didn't understand Parseltongue.

He is proficient in the murloc language.

After Harry finished speaking, he saw Professor Dumbledore looking at him calmly.

"Wake up, Harry."

Dumbledore said again.

There seemed to be a very rare magical power in his voice, which could calm people down.

Harry Potter was silent for a while, and then he opened his mouth and said, "Professor, I'm dreaming again."

His forehead was still aching.

He closed his eyes and imitated the man's tone and said: "I want you to go to London, to England, and find my faithful servant, Dewey Jones.

I want you to take him and tell him to come to me. "

He opened his eyes and said, "I heard Dewey Jones, Professor, and I'm sure I really heard the name."

(End of this chapter)