Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Within a few minutes, ten people, old and young, had their wands taken away from Manjik's house, and sat in the hall tied together. Staying under the protection of the Crimson Loyalty Charm really made them relax their vigilance, and no one managed to resist even a single curse.

For the family that supports the Death Eaters, this year's Christmas Eve is already doomed to be unsafe.

The other four looked downstairs on a pile of "prisoners" while Lockhart took the Manjiks to their room upstairs.

"Very good, there are quite a few illegal potions in your house, and I am satisfied with the quantity." Lockhart looted the potions hidden in Manjik Manor under his instructions.

"Mr. Lockhart, you got what you want, let's go... I promise I won't be involved in the pursuit of you again..." Mr. Manjik was tied so he couldn't move, and huddled in the corner begging for mercy.

"I got what I wanted?" Lockhart smiled, but his expression turned cold. "No, no, I think you misunderstood. I took your potion just because I ran out of it... all I want is your life."

"No-no-don't kill me, I was forced to serve Voldemort," the man yelled, "I'm actually against his policies, he's crazy...he's out of his mind, I'm afraid —"

"Calling Voldemort's name in the Faithful Charm won't call for reinforcements, sir." Lockhart was unmoved. "You said you were forced, so how do you explain the Dark Mark on your arm?"

"He forced me to—"

"Shut up, you cowardly man," his wife said, "Mr Lockhart, we're in your hands this time, kill or cut as you please, but your killing won't change Voldemort. The fact that your lord is right! Why should wizards hide and rule over those filthy muggles openly? You are not a wizard too, and if you don't serve the interests of wizards, why should you obstruct it? us?"

"You stupid woman, shut up!" Mr. Manjik scolded: "He is a lunatic. You are also a lunatic, how could I have married you back then!"

"Then get a divorce. My name is Ruby Kapit now, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"Oh. Don't be arrogant--Ms. Carpit, seeing you live in a mansion like this, you don't have to worry about food and clothing... I'm an official at the Ministry of Magic... Even if the Muggle Prime Minister sees you, you have to speak nicely-- It's not enough, and you have to bully those poor muggles. I really don't understand." Lockhart gently stroked the Elder Wand in his hand, like stroking Hermione's smooth back. Pacing around the room, he said slowly, "Does it have to be every Muggle who sees you kneel down and say 'Hello wizard'?"

"Mansion? If you've ever seen a Rothschild Muggle family or the manor of one of those Muggle dukes, you wouldn't say that." The woman said proudly: "Muggles just need to eat and eat. Only wizards are qualified to enjoy the top life!"

"Oh, it's just jealousy. You have to make so many excuses." Lockhart shook his head.

"I didn't mean that—you misinterpreted my words!"

"Okay okay, shut up, I don't want to discuss which duke or Rothschild manor with you." Lockhart gave her a tongue-stopping curse impatiently. "Mr. Manjik, tell me some details about the fight you killed Mad-Eye. How did you kill him?"

"You mean Alastor Moody?" He struggled to sit up with his back against the wall, "I didn't kill him, I just hit him for the last time. I didn't do anything before that, and I was wronged. The debt is the owner!"

"If you want to say it, can you not talk nonsense?" Lockhart pressed his wand to his chin.

"Okay, okay, I said! Moody used a method that should be very evil at that time, so that he instantly had the combat power almost close to the Dark Lord, and then instantly forced us to focus all the fire on him." He swallowed. He spit, "Scrimgeour and a few other Aurors took advantage of this opportunity to Apparate..."

"Hmm. Then what?"

"He killed about ten strikers. The Dark Lord couldn't sit still, so he stopped him... He is not the Dark Lord's opponent, and the burning potential is estimated to have been burned. He can only block the attack of the Dark Lord alone, Let other people's attacks hit him, he is covered in blood..."

Lockhart shook his hand.

"Then I used the death curse - I relieved his pain, otherwise he would bleed to death or even be beaten to a pulp!"

"Yes, thank you," said Lockhart earnestly. "Anything from him?"

"Yes! His fake eye is in the drawer by the bedside. I have always kept it well!" Manjik saw hope for his life: "He is the Auror I admire most, so I proposed to become a Auror Director!"

The door was pushed open, and Hermione stuck her head in: "Gidero, Sirius said it's time to go, what are you doing inside."

"It's nothing, dear, I'll be right here, you go down and wait first." Lockhart said softly.

"Well, hurry up..." Hermione looked at the two people on the ground sympathetically and backed out.

"Mr. Lockhart, you see, I have both seniors and juniors. The two children are going to study at Hogwarts soon. You take Mr. Moody's relics and go away. I can treat it like nothing. occur!"

"But both of you have the Dark Mark." Lockhart said lightly, "I have decided to help all Death Eaters in the world 'conquer' death."

"No, please—"

"Your wife... ah no--ex-wife, she looks eager to die." Lockhart glanced at the woman beside him. Although he was unable to speak due to the tongue-stopping spell, he still used the pretty pair The big eyes stared at Lockhart fiercely, making him a little annoying: "Avada Suo!"

A green light hit Mrs. Manjik—oh no, it was Ms. Capit, who twitched and lost her life.

"No no no—" Manjik was almost frightened by the sudden attack, "I can chop off my left arm and go away—please—"

"Then you'll be chased to death by Voldemort like that poor Durmstrang principal Karkaroff," Lockhart said. You suffer from that...and I still have some important things to do..."

Lockhart used a tongue-stopping spell to stop him from begging for mercy, and took something out of his pocket—a delicate little golden ball that Sirius had given him when he went to Black's vault that time. A little magic can indicate east, west, north and south.

Very delicate thing, it is hollow, made of magic affinity material, mixed with some mithril, can continue to cover more protective magic on the surface, it is a ready-made soul box.

Maybe the Slytherin pendant full of powerful protective magic is more suitable as a Horcrux, but it is too conspicuous, and if it falls into the hands of Voldemort, it cannot be fooled.

He recalled the spell that made the Horcrux, raised his wand and aimed it at Manjik, only to find that he was no longer struggling, and looked at him calmly.

Lockhart was a little surprised and lifted his tongue-stopping spell: "Do you have any last words."

"No, I hope you don't hurt my family," Manjik said. "Apart from the two of us, no one in the house is a Death Eater now."

"I promise you... I won't kill another person in this house today." Lockhart said, his eyes instantly sharpened, his muscles and even his soul tightened, not so much killing, more like Suicide! "Avada Suomin - Soul Tear!"

Manjik's soul was sucked into the Elder Wand, then instantly burned and transformed into a more exotic incantation, and another wave of magic was shot backwards from the wand into Lockhart.

"Ah!" Lockhart fell to the ground in pain. It was a real pain that "goes deep into the soul"~www.readwn.com~ The tenacity formed by the Auror's pain training was powerless against this pain. He rolls on the ground, screaming... but the last trace of clarity makes him clench his wand.

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The severe pain came and went quickly, and disappeared after a few seconds. Lockhart was lying on the ground, cold sweat and saliva streaming down the ground together. In just a few seconds, his whole body was soaked--it wasn't over yet, Luo Hart sat up with difficulty, the soul in him now cut in half, and the next step was to come.

Using the Elder Wand to extract half of the soul like a memory, a gray mist hovered at the tip of the wand. The last spell poured this group of souls into the little golden ball in the left hand - the Horcrux was completed.

At this moment, Lockhart suddenly felt extremely empty, as if the love, kindness and restraint in the whole person's soul had left him - he became another Voldemort... Fortunately, this feeling disappeared immediately.

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——(To be continued.)