Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

There was a flash of fire, and something shot over, with little power, but almost as fast as the spell of a top wizard. Lockhart had nowhere to hide under the door frame, and only had time to raise his wand to gather a little magic power, he felt a force of impact coming from the wand, and the whole tiger's mouth was numb. Then a second attack arrived, hitting his amulet, knocking him back a few steps, and his wand dropped out of his hand.

Lockhart nimbly hid outside the door, took out another wand he bought when he was 11 years old, stretched his hand out of the door frame and pointed at the figure in the house: "Pass out!"

What surprised Lockhart was that the man in the room actually fell to the ground, and he could even feel his breathing evenly. Lockhart alertly picked up another wand on the ground and slowly entered the room. Turning on the light, a man was lying on the ground with a pistol in his hand. He knew that it was a Muggle weapon, and he was no stranger to this thing in the memory of his previous life, but this was the first time he was attacked by such a weapon.

I have to say that the power of this thing is almost comparable to the full blow of an ordinary wizard, and its speed is similar to the spell of a top wizard in the wizarding world like Lockhart. The only fly in the ointment is that it can only provide physical damage, and there is almost no instant killing ability for wizards protected by a protective spell.

Lockhart finally understood why the Auror Manual stipulated that even if he was on a mission in the Muggle world, he had to keep the amulet on his body.

Lockhart held his wand vigilantly, bent down to remove the pistol, and used detection magic to make sure there was no one else before putting away his wand. At this time, Pandora had already taken two bottles of drinks and went upstairs, and was startled to see a person lying in the room.

"It's nothing, a drunk who went to the wrong room, just get him out." Lockhart said, pulling the man's legs, dragging him out of the door, and quietly unlocking the next room with an unlocking spell door and throw him inside.

After taking a bath, according to the promise just now, Lockhart followed Pandora's posture, strength, and tricks to feed the lovable little witch to sleep, and then sneaked out the door.

——He was not surprised that those people could find themselves yesterday. Even in Hong Kong, the British were far fewer than the natives, not to mention the two people with such obvious characteristics as Lockhart and Pandora. But it's no joke that an Aboriginal Muggle attacked a British wizard in a British colony, and it happened to Lockhart himself.

He may be able to report it to the relevant departments, I believe they will definitely deal with this matter seriously, but in a place where even the Ministry of Magic does not have it, why should wizards, especially powerful wizards, be so forbearing?

Lockhart has never been a good person - even Dumbledore has no rules. As a professor at Hogwarts and joining the Order of the Phoenix, he must be a good person, right? He's just used to abiding by the International Law of Wizarding Secrecy, but this time, he's really on fire. Lockhart came next door and roughly read the man's memory.

...Well, a very powerful man fell in love with Lockhart's girlfriend and wanted to kiss Fang Ze. To put it harshly, it is a woman who wants to play Lockhart. Soft is not good, actually want to kill Lockhart with force.

Lockhart was very curious, just how powerful and daring he was, who just glanced at Pandora and dared to use such extreme means without knowing Lockhart's background at all?

From my memory, it can be seen that this guy is indeed of great background, and there is even a possibility that the Royal Hong Kong Police of the United Kingdom may have nothing to do with him. But this kind of power is meaningless to wizards. Wizards are the power behind the scenes to truly control the world. No matter how rich Muggles are, they are only tools for upper-level wizards to rule the world.

Now, a tool offended him. Lockhart put down his wand, and the killing intent was resolved: "The curse is solved, and the soul will come out of the body."

The killer on the ground got up, walked out of the room with blank eyes, and Lockhart followed behind him. - Miraculous phenomenon, anti-muggle spells don't work for you? That's simple, spend more magic power, and use spells to deal with wizards!

"Illusory Charm, Confusion Charm, Iron Armor." Lockhart followed this guy to a wealthy residential area in the suburbs of Hong Kong. This area is populated by rich and powerful Muggles, but this is not the same as Lockhart. It doesn't matter. ——He feels very bad now. The people he wants to kill most are Barty Jr. and Peter Wormtail, because the two of them resurrected Voldemort and ruined his peaceful life, but failed several times.

And now, as a good wizard, the first person he was about to kill was actually a Muggle, which made him feel even more ashamed and angry.

The guards of the residence could not see Lockhart, and even if they did, they would turn a blind eye under the influence of the Confusion Charm. Lockhart followed the killer into the residence easily, and the well-trained bodyguards let him in directly.

"How's it going?" Lockhart saw this man in the restaurant last night. He's topless, densely packed with rune spells - oh well, that's a tattoo. "Why are your hands shaking?"

"It's done, you can go and enjoy it." The killer said blankly without answering the question.

"Very good." The man stood up excitedly, his crotch propped up the tent, "You're an Englishman, dare you not give me face."

"Okay, you're paralyzed!" Lockhart appeared, waved his wand, and several bodyguards around him collapsed.

"It's you! What's going on?" The tattooed man was shocked, and hurriedly went under the sofa to get a gun, "Bang!" He was knocked into the wall.

"Music!" Lockhart waved his wand to cut off the sound of the room from the outside world. "It's only us here, what should I do?"

"Da Xian, spare your life! The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai..." The tattooed man got up from the ground, knelt down and begged for mercy quite decisively, his mouth full of classic lines of dog blood.

"Gouging out the bone!" Lockhart was full of malice and used a torture spell. How could a Muggle enjoy this kind of treatment, rolling on the ground in pain, knocking over the potted plants in the corner, "Do you have a daughter? If your daughter If you are young and beautiful, and if you are still a virgin, maybe it can change your life!"

"No, but I have an illegitimate son! I can give you anything you want!"

"I want your daughter, but unfortunately you don't have it." Lockhart performed legimmeme on him~www.readwn.com~ He really doesn't have a daughter, "So, gouging out the bone!"

"Ah——" The pig-like cry made Lockhart frown. Forget it, using an unforgivable spell like the Torture Curse makes me feel bad all over, as if love and kindness have left my body, so let's get it done quickly.

"In your next life, be a woman," Lockhart said softly, as if admonishing a friend who was about to travel far: "Avada is for life."

A green light hit the tattooed man's chest in the terrified eyes, and he immediately lay down silently. - No... It shouldn't be like this, Moody said that the abuse of the death curse is not good for the spirit, and the gun should be used.

"Give him a shot." Lockhart was most afraid of causing trouble, and ordered the killer controlled by the Imperius Curse, "Then commit suicide."

"boom!"

"boom!"

Lockhart didn't look at the scene, just opened the door and left. No one knew what was going on inside. The guards of the residence were still guarding the house diligently, but they didn't know that their employer was dead.

The excitement after the murder? Kind of, Lockhart knew it wasn't good, and running Occlumency suppressed that feeling, and he didn't want to be a killer.

Fear after murder? Almost never, when he first entered the Auror department at the age of 18, the examiner had already prepared him to kill, not to mention that this time it was considered to be a killing for the people.

"An Auror who kills a Muggle at the age of thirty will be laughed at by Moody." Lockhart laughed at himself and left.

The top wizards and Muggles are almost two kinds of creatures, and Lockhart feels like crushing an ant. Come to think of it, Voldemort felt the same way when he killed the Aurors. Lockhart doesn't want to be an ant, he still needs to strengthen his strength.

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