Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 110 This is not what you should see at your age

"Come on, give me a charcoal-grilled chicken leg, potato stew, cucumber salad, steamed egg with minced meat..."

The same recipe, the same ingredients, this is also very delicious, and there is no need to hunt those precious magical animals.

……

While Bree and Yana were having supper, Arnold, who was walking in the girls' bathroom on the second floor, had a gloomy look. He hissed and ordered the basilisk to cause chaos, and the target was Lockhart's office.

"Professor Lockhart is killed, and all eyes will be on you, Oded!"

Following Arnold's footsteps, he and the basilisk crawling in the wall pipes got closer to Lockhart's office. At this time, in Lockhart's office——

"Oh, which little witch wrote this letter to me? It's full of... ugh, it smells like shit!"

Lockhart held the letter with a look of disgust on his face, but he couldn't bear to let it go.

"Maybe she is a special girl, but her love for me will definitely not be low."

"Hmm!" Lockhart stared at every word with joy when he opened the letter.

"Oh, this is a compliment to my hair. Oh my God, this girl actually knows that I also like my hair. Yes, and my sexy lips. No one is more charming than mine. Ah, my superior leg hair. Have you been discovered too? The girl who loves me is really scary. She can find out everything..."

"Ok?"

Lockhart suddenly stared at the signature with a look of horror on his face——

"Oh no...Filch!"

Lockhart got up suddenly, and kept paced: "I knew that old guy was mean to me, he must have been spying on me, my God, I have to tell the principal to fire him!"

Lockhart threw the letter hard at the door, but he still felt sick in his heart, and the smell of shit in the air made him unable to forget every word of the letter.

"I have to do something!"

Lockhart hurriedly dug out bottles of perfume and a stack of picture albums inappropriate for children from the cabinet.

When the scent blended into the smell of feces, the strange smell made Lockhart vomit, but he still opened the album with a silent expression on his face.

Lockhart covered his face.

He understood that he had been plotted by magic, but he had no way to solve it.

"It must be those guys who are jealous of my talent and appearance. But do you think I will fall on this? Lockhart without lust will become more powerful!"

For the sake of face, Lockhart will never seek medical treatment. This will make him notorious and unpopular with middle-aged witches. Even if he thinks he has been plotted, those who do news reporting will not do so. Think, especially Rita Skeeter, that shameless female reporter who loves to make trouble!
While Lockhart was chattering, the cage with the Cornish elf on the table behind him was inexplicably cracked. Inside, the Cornish elf was still angry because he had been beaten up this afternoon. The elves squeezed open the cracks and flew out.

"Jeep!"

"Ah, don't come over here!"

The elves kept scratching and biting Lockhart. The picture album in his hand was torn into pieces by the elves. The photo of Lockhart smiling on the table was also smashed. The whole office was in a mess.

"Oh, you hateful guys, don't touch my precious photos. They were taken by me and the Savior. Don't!"

Lockhart kept covering his face and running away, and finally caught the wand that fell to his feet. He confidently shouted to the Cornish elf: "There are many obstacles!"

There was no response to the spell, and the Cornish elves burst into his face with a sly grin of laughter.

Lockhart was so frightened that he came to his senses and shouted sternly at the Cornish elves: "Forget everything!"

A Cornish elf was hit by a spell and fell down in a daze. Lockhart seemed to have found a savior, covering his face and throwing a random forget about it to the surroundings.

Arnold had just controlled the hungry basilisk to the door of Lockhart's office when he heard the loud fighting sounds coming from inside. He cautiously opened the door, but was hit by the oncoming Oblivion.

"what……"

Arnold kept retreating, and the power of forgetfulness reacted violently with the Imperius Curse in his mind, giving him a splitting headache. He could only stagger to hide in a dark corner and huddle up, gritting his teeth. Now Once discovered he was finished.

Lockhart seemed to hear the screams. He slightly moved the hand that was covering his face and saw that the door was opened a crack. He was pleasantly surprised and ran over, opened the door and slipped out, then slammed the door behind him!

"bump!"

The controlled basilisk on the other side suddenly felt that it was separated from its controller, and its hungry voice heard the voice of the Cornish elf in the office...

"What happened here?"

Bree finished her late-night snack and heard a noise when she and Yana passed by the third floor.

"Someone is coming, Bree." Yana shrugged her nose, a little nervous.

"There's no curfew yet, don't worry."

Bree looked at the person coming upstairs, and it turned out to be Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick obviously came to see Bree. As soon as he saw Bree, he said: "I was still thinking about going to the Slytherin lounge. Last time you said..."

Flitwick was a little excited, but after seeing Yana, he became cautious. He would not tell the students' secrets, and Bree had not officially decided on reporting the natural magic.

"Yana, please go back first, and I will give you the things tomorrow."

Yana nodded, but suddenly thought of something, she leaned close to Bree's ear and whispered: "I found Ginny Weasley weird, she seemed to have eaten raw chicken, I sniffed on her last night It smells like this, and there’s a smell that I hate, and you have some of it on you too.”

"That's not your smell, it's stained by other things." Yana's ears were red, she pursed her lips and said in a softer voice: "Be careful."

After saying that, Yana ran upstairs.

Ginny?

Bree was in a daze. He had seen Ginny yesterday, but eating raw chicken... Are the Weasleys too poor to afford firewood? Eating raw chicken?

"Ahem." Flitwick coughed twice as he looked at Bree's entranced look.

Bree came to her senses.

"Sorry, I thought of something, Professor, by the way, do you have anything to do with me?" Brie pressed her lips apologetically.

"Oh, that's it, it's about your magic power last time..."

"bump!"

"what sound!"

Flitwick and Bree were talking when they heard the sound of something falling not far away.

"That's Professor Lockhart's office over there."

Could it be that the Cornish elf is so powerful that it demolishes the office?

Professor Flitwick and Bree looked at each other and walked towards Lockhart's office. Professor McGonagall, who turned into a tabby cat and walked in the corridor, also heard the sound and she also frowned and ran towards Lockhart's office. .

"Fizz!"

Bree seemed to hear something in a trance, and he looked into the wall with strong perception, but Professor Flitwick did not have this feeling.

When they saw Professor Lockhart, he was in a mess, as if he had been punished indescribably, and he was running in the corridor complainingly, as if running away.

Professor Flitwick stopped Lockhart. Lockhart looked panicked when he saw Bree. His embarrassing appearance was actually seen by Bree, his enemy. He had a stinky face, but he quickly thought of an excuse and said: " Oh, I was working on a magic spell to deal with evil spells, so I made some noise."

He jumped a little, showed his white teeth and smiled: "It's not a big deal, I'm intact... I'm about to study it out."

At this time, Professor McGonagall transformed from a cat into a human form, looked at Lockhart with a livid face and said, "I think Professor Lockhart can tell you what kind of evil curse you need to deal with in such a mess!"

Professor McGonagall thought it was the Weasleys who made another big commotion, but it turned out to be Lockhart, which made her relax a little, but she must not let Lockhart go.

What happened in Lockhart's class today has reached the ears of every professor. Even the Cornish elf can't deal with it. What kind of professor is this!
Especially Brie…

When McGonagall saw that Bree was there, she immediately thought of Lockhart's humiliation to Bree, which made her stare at Lockhart even more indifferently.

Lockhart swallowed and hurriedly babbled: "It's the Imperius Curse. Oh, I've always thought that the Unforgivable Curse is not unsolvable. I already have a clue."

McGonagall sneered, looked at Lockhart's scarred body and said, "I think we have to go in and see if Professor Lockhart used any power beyond his power on those weak Cornwall elves. The soul curse caused such harm."

Lockhart looked startled and said hurriedly: "Oh, don't go in. There are no Cornish elves inside. It's just some magical accidents. I can handle them."

Mag didn't listen to him and walked straight to his office.

Flitwick also led Bree forward, and he was also curious about what happened to Lockhart to be so embarrassed.

When everyone opens the door...

"Oh, look, I just said no."

Lockhart looked around and exhaled when he saw a messy place without a single Cornish elf. He didn't care how the elves disappeared, he only cared about preserving his reputation.

"Cough cough..."

Professor Flitwick's face turned red as he looked at the torn picture album not suitable for children on the ground. He looked around and tried not to look at it, while Professor McGonagall directly covered Bree's eyes and said angrily: "Lockhart!"

"What are you doing? Look at your office. I can't believe it. I never thought you would do such a thing in the office!"

"This is what you call a magical mishap!"

Professor McGonagall hurriedly pulled Bree out.

"I will make it clear to Dumbledore. No matter what tricks you are playing, you cannot do anything outrageous in the sacred Hogwarts."

Touching Brie's hair, Mag said softly: "Forget what happened tonight. Those things are not something you should be exposed to at your age."

Bree touched his nose. He didn't expect Professor Lockhart to play so wildly, but how could he make the office like this by himself.

Professor Flitwick sniffed and when he lowered his head, he discovered the source, which was a letter.

A smell of shit?

Lockhart caught Flitwick's gaze and immediately rushed forward and snatched the letter into his arms.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick stared at Lockhart and the letter suspiciously, but they didn't want to look at them at all.

Bree watched the atmosphere solidify. He wanted to leave quickly. This room smelled of shit and perfume. It was really disgusting.

"Professor, can I go and take a rest first? Curfew will be in place soon."

McGonagall and Flitwick said in unison: "Wait..."

(End of this chapter)