Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Leaning back in the chair and sighing, the interesting man came, his little Veela admirer running to the minister's office.

"It's Gabriel, what are you doing here?" Lockhart sat up straight.

Gabrielle wore a light blue suit today, with two thin legs covered with white stockings under the skirt, and pink leather shoes on her feet, which looked playful and cute. She ran excitedly behind Lockhart's desk, clinging to the off-hand in Lockhart's chair, watching him eagerly.

"Brother Bill is so boring, and he doesn't talk to me..." Little Veela looked at him expectantly with her big green eyes, "Professor, come talk to me, my sister said... To learn English well, you must communicate with me. People talk a lot."

"Okay...but why do you like to call me professor? I'm a minister now." Lockhart was a little strange. "It's okay to be my student. Where did you learn to call me professor?"

"My sister will call you a professor."

"Ok……"

"Professor, tell me the story of your fight with the Dark Lord." Little Veeva clutched his arm coquettishly, "What spell did you use, how long did you fight, is the Dark Lord injured?"

There was a virgin little Veela's good-smelling body fragrance in the air. Compared with a pure human witch, it seemed to have a different flavor... Lockhart swallowed, and could hardly help reaching out to grab Xiao Luo. Li sucked her blood, and only woke up halfway through her hand, so she had to put her hand behind her and stroke Gabrielle's shiny silver hair.

"Gabrielle, why do you have such beautiful hair tied up?" Lockhart asked, stroking her smooth ponytail. Even when tied up, her silver hair fell to her waist. "Untie it for you."

"My sister helped me tie it, doesn't it look good?"

Lockhart's fingertips moved his magic power lightly, tore through Gabrielle's hairband, and her beautiful silver hair was scattered on her back under the action of gravity. It was shiny and smooth, it was really like mercury. Average.

Gabrielle looked at him curiously, not knowing what Lockhart was doing with her hair loose, but she felt the other's hand slide down her hair to her waist all of a sudden. Touched my ass.

"What's the matter?" Gabriel looked at him with innocent eyes.

"Oh, nothing," Lockhart awoke suddenly and withdrew his hand. "Your hair is so long that it hangs down to your thighs."

"Yeah, I haven't had my hair cut since I went to school, it's so hard to keep it!" Little Veela spoke to her idol, her face flushed with excitement. The "Britain's No. 1 wizard", who was completely unaware of his worship, was trying his best to restrain the urge to **** his own blood.

Gabriel was still chattering, but Lockhart was completely inaudible, and only the little girl's white and pink neck could be seen...

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Seeing that Lockhart suddenly stopped talking, the little Veeva rubbed in front of him, wanting to see what was spread on his table, and leaned on his thigh familiarly. Reaching for those documents, there was a pile of English engraved with a magic wand, and she couldn't even read the English printed in the newspaper, let alone the intelligence written by the agents of the Department of Mysteries.

"What are these things. Is it news about dark wizards?"

"Yeah," Lockhart said dryly, completely oblivious to what Gabriel was asking.

Of course, a thirteen-year-old little witch could not have learned Occlumency. Gabriel's emotions and thoughts at the moment were almost as transparent to Lockhart, and they could be seen clearly at a glance - Little Veela's influence on defeat The hero worship of the Dark Lord has reached the extreme, and he has no guard against him at all, only the joy of being close to his idol.

Maybe you can **** some of her blood, just don't let Furong and the others know...

The vampire minister finally couldn't hold back any longer, and quietly enveloped the little veela leaning on his leg with momentum, making her less responsive and vigilant, and at the same time making herself appear more trustworthy and charming in her eyes... …

Then. He reached out and grabbed her thin but soft body, hugged her into his arms, and sat sideways on his lap.

Under the bewilderment of her aura, Gabriel did not know that she had fallen into the clutches of the devil, not only did she not act to resist. On the contrary, I was even more excited to stick together so intimately with my idol. She turned in Lockhart's arms and stared at him eagerly.

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Momentum can make people afraid, trust oneself, and even fall in love with oneself. This is a very practical and powerful function. The principle of action is the same as that of the Confusion Mantra: it creates an illusion by affecting people's thinking.

But unlike the Confusion Mantra, momentum has little effect on people, and it can only create an illusion of degree and cannot reverse a certain concept: it can make the enemy who is afraid feel stronger. Make someone who likes you more like you...but you can't make someone who despises you feel fearful or someone who hates you fall in love with you.

Although the effect is small, it is completely different from the Confusion Curse, which will fail once the magic power is used up: the effect of the momentum effect is almost permanent, which is why Voldemort was killed by Harry and disappeared for more than ten years. After the resurrection, Yu Wei can still quickly summon his subordinates s reason.

The effect of the aura of this little veela who is as pure as a blank sheet of paper and worships herself is too obvious - in just a few seconds, Gabriel is in a position she doesn't even know about. In this case, he has become Lockhart's most loyal fan.

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Well, now you can do anything to her without worrying about scaring this little sweetheart or being resisted.

Lockhart put her on his lap, perhaps because of his Veela blood. He was also thirteen years old, and Gabriel looked a size smaller than Hermione back then... She was unbelievably light, her thighs It's almost as thick as his upper arm, and his waist is even more slender...

Such an amazingly beautiful little veela before she has grown up, and if she grows up, she may be so beautiful that it can only be seen from a distance and cannot be played with, but at this time she is sitting limply on Lockhart's lap, letting him Knead and play.

Of course, what the vampire wants to do now is not to molest this little beauty, but to taste this little person who smells very good, whether the taste of blood is different from that of ordinary witches.

"Dear Gabriel, you're so cute..." Lockhart said to her in a strange uncle-like tone. "Can I give you a kiss."

"Okay!" Gabriel said happily, "but I'm going to kiss you too...it's only fair."

Lockhart's fingers slid lightly on her neck. The Veela blood made her skin as white and bright as moonlight, and she could not leave her hands... Pure human beings would never have such skin, even Pandora. It's far from her.

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But at this moment Lockhart wants to destroy this perfection - he forced magic into his nails, used it as a staff, and instantly condensed an extremely sharp magic blade, and lightly slashed on the back of her neck artery, bright red Blood spilled from the wound, and Lockhart brought her mouth close to the back of her neck.

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——(To be continued.)

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