Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

After a fruitless exchange, Harry and Sirius left the room. Leaving Hermione in the room to continue to remove the bandages, in fact, the bandages were not necessary at all. Under the action of the Phoenix Tears, the wounds were scarred on the spot, but they were only wrapped around because they were afraid of cracking. The bandages that were removed were still white.

"It looks really good, but unfortunately it was healed by Phoenix's tears before I could use Bai Xian, otherwise I wouldn't even leave a scar." Hermione gently stroked Lockhart's right chest to the rib scar, inch by inch, as if in the stroking his wand. "But that's fine, it's more manly, Gilderoy."

"Heh-thank you." Lockhart was amused. It was a lover's eyes, and he could see such a thing well. Then keep it, there is a saying that scars are men's medals, Moody's is covered with medals; and Lockhart's first medal is the highest medal awarded by the first dark wizard in history, it's honorable to think so. Woolen cloth……

Hermione should be very happy, but looking at the almost eight-inch-long scar, the fear of yesterday came back all of a sudden, and she suddenly hugged Lockhart tightly.

"Hiss—" Lockhart gasped.

"Gildrow, when I saw you lying on the ground covered in blood yesterday, unable to say a word - I was really terrified." Hermione sobbed: "In that moment, everything The memory of being with you suddenly became unreal: did you ever hug me tightly and kiss me; did you ever smile and run your hand through my hair while comforting me that you would marry me Me; have you ever pressed me under your body, stroking me, and whispering in my ear Xiaoshuishui... All of this seems to have instantly turned into a fantasy when I was insomnia at midnight when I was thirteen or fourteen years old , I didn't finally confirm that those memories were real until you just woke up... I have sequelae now! I always feel that you are illusory and unreal, and you will disappear as soon as I let go..."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry—but" said Lockhart apologetically, and he could imagine how terrified Hermione had been yesterday. "Ribs hurt, Hermione. Don't hug so tightly."

"Oh, I'm sorry—" Hermione quickly let go of her arm, tears welling up in her eyes. "Gidro, don't you do this in the future, okay? If we can't destroy the Horcrux, we'll leave the UK. My parents are in Australia - don't you mean your parents are in the US, you can go wherever you want. - I just want to be with you. You've been together for a lifetime, being held in your arms and letting you do anything, being pressed and tossed to the point of death... and then giving you a baby at the most appropriate time... As for the UK, the mysterious person can Can't live forever. I don't care about anything!" She wrapped her arms around Lockhart's neck and kissed him on the lips. "Promise me, I will listen to you in the future, as long as you don't make fun of your life."

"For scaring you, I have to say sorry first, but you should calm down... You only think so on impulse now. If you really walk away, you will definitely regret it." Lockhart shook his head. "And I must avenge Mad-Eye's revenge, Manjik must die, but the real damned is Fu-Mysterious Man!"

"I'm not on the spur of the moment! If only Mad Eye were alive. He wouldn't want you to die like this!" Hermione said fiercely. "He would definitely—"

"He will definitely want me to bring all the dark wizards in England to justice, you don't know him!"

"I don't believe it! Even if he really wanted it—" Hermione began to cry again. "You're not his son, why do you want to do what he thinks? You want to avenge the dead, but why don't you think about the living! You—"

This argument would be fruitless, and Lockhart decisively gave up the rebuttal, and put his intact right hand around her. "Okay, I promise I won't take such a risk in the future, okay."

"I want you to make an unbreakable oath!" said Hermione hysterically.

"Nonsense!" Lockhart was a little angry. But still decided not to show it, he decisively lowered his head to stop Hermione's mouth, and stopped giving her the chance to talk nonsense.

"Okay, my patient is going to rest. Don't discuss these topics any more." Lockhart said sternly. After a long kiss, Hermione's face became flushed like drunk again, and with Lockhart's request, the prepared arguments could only rot in her stomach.

"Mr. Lockhart is awake," came a strange male voice into the tent, and a young man with blond hair lifted the cloth and walked in. He looked about as tall as Lockhart, but seemed to be a little better. "Does it feel okay?"

"Very well, thank you, who are you?"

"His name is Albert Terrence. When we went to the town to find a doctor yesterday, we met someone from a search party who recognized Harry..." Hermione hurriedly let go of Lockhart as if she was scalded. , sitting on the edge of the bed and wiping away tears. "Although not Death Eaters or Strikers, Black and Harry can't deal with so many wizards, and I'm not very useful... Fortunately, he showed up to help us out."

"Oh, thanks." Lockhart nodded in thanks.

"Later Albert heard about you and said that the doctors in the town were not necessarily reliable. He went to Birmingham Hospital to kidnap a specialist doctor." Hermione said, "The doctor brought a full set of things and gave you some Diet plan, but also hanging water."

"The poor doctor was horrified when I brought him over to see so many 'terrorists' wanted in the Muggle world." Albert said with a smile, "He was just washed back by me, look. When you wake up, you shouldn't need him anymore."

"Thank you so much, your accent doesn't sound like English," Lockhart asked curiously.

"He's an American, a top student in Harvard University's history and archaeology, linguistics, English language and literature, and three subjects!" Hermione recovered as soon as she talked about her studies. Introduced to Lockhart with a longing tone, looking at her tone, it seems that this university is a very powerful school in the Muggle world. "I've dreamed of getting into Harvard...it's amazing!"

"Oh, thank you, Miss Granger." The big boy smiled helplessly. "Can I introduce myself?"

"Oh, good." Hermione realized she was talking too much, and closed her mouth.

"I grew up in Boston, USA... I honestly didn't know I was a witch when I was a kid, and my father told me later that he divorced and moved to America after learning that his mother was a witch - you know, America The Ministry of Magic has only been established for less than 100 years, and the functions of the department are not perfect... In addition to the vast territory, a young wizard like me who lives with a Muggle father, the Ministry of Magic will not know about me until I get into trouble. The presence……"

"Why did your father divorce your mother, what happened to the witch!" Hermione protested loudly, trying to hide the embarrassment that she had just been crying.

"The word witch is not a good word among Muggles..." he said helplessly. "My father was horrified... and it made him angry that my mother kept it from him."

"Understandable, my family is similar to yours, but my mother managed to settle my father...Is the US Ministry of Magic management so lax, you don't even know how many wizards there are?" Lockhart nodded, not knowing himself How are your parents doing in America?

"Well, although the management is very chaotic, American wizards also abide by the International Wizarding Secrecy Act, and unlike the UK, it is necessary for wizards to hide themselves well in the UK, and they will be punished for exposing themselves - while in the United States ~ www. readwn.com~ Although wizards also have the obligation to hide themselves, wizards who consciously abide by the law of secrecy will receive a high allowance from the Ministry of Magic every year, which can be exchanged for almost 10,000 Galleons."

"So good?" Lockhart said unexpectedly, and he honestly thought the policy makers were smart. It's simply unreasonable for people like Lupin and the Weasleys to be unwilling to use magic to get extra benefits for themselves, even if they are wizards who have had a miserable life. To put it bluntly, the British Ministry of Magic is bullying honest wizards. The officials of the Ministry of Magic still use Muggles to make their lives better, and even they rely on gray methods to make a fortune.

"After all, America has more money and less wizards..." Albert explained with a smile. "The population of the United States is about five times that of the United Kingdom, but the number of wizards is about the same, if not a little less, so that's what makes it so."

"Yeah." Lockhart nodded, but then became suspicious: "Well, why are you coming to England, and you're going through this muddy water?" He couldn't hide the suspicion in his tone, and his inexplicable eagerness to help made him have to be cautious. "Don't tell me you're trying to defend the International Wizarding Statute?"

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——(To be continued.)