Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

The scene came to Harry.

When he came to the last room, he saw a tall figure looking at a standing mirror with his back to him.

Harry was also familiar with the standing mirror. He had seen it last Christmas. It was a magic mirror that could see inner desires.

He saw his parents in it and was almost obsessed at the time. It was only after the principal guided him and took away the magic mirror that Harry came out.

Harry approached quickly and finally saw the figure clearly. He was dazed.

This is not Snape!

But someone he never expected.

Why is it Lockhart!

Why is it this excellent professor who has exploded in reputation and character after taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Lockhart, who was dressed in a blue and purple robe, turned around at this time and looked at Harry, who was full of disbelief, with a calm expression.

He smiled and greeted.

"Harry, hello."

Harry was speechless for a while.

He still remembered that he had learned too much useful knowledge in this professor's class.

When he had questions, he would get serious and detailed answers from the other party.

When he was deducted a lot of points by Snape, he often got some back from the professor in front of him.

After all, Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has always been among the best in the grade.

So Harry has always been extremely trusting and full of goodwill towards Professor Lockhart.

He feels that the other party is an excellent professor in all aspects.

Harry tightly grasped the wand and said with a dry throat.

"Professor, why, why is it you? Do you also covet the Philosopher's Stone?"

Lockhart smiled indifferently.

"Harry, I seem to have taught you a lesson, teaching you not to trust someone you don't know the details of. The badness of bad people is not necessarily written on their faces.

People who are good to you may be using you, and people who are not good to you may be really good to you.

Remember in the future, don't be misled by superficial phenomena.

For example, if Snape, who you hate so much, hadn't been staring at me and wandering around the fourth floor every day, maybe I would have got the Philosopher's Stone long ago.

As for the Philosopher's Stone? Who can refuse immortality? It's not surprising that I peeked at this alchemical treasure, isn't it?"

Harry couldn't help shaking his body, and his outlook on life was severely impacted. The professor's personal testimony was really hard to accept.

I really misunderstood Snape.

Such a reversal made his chest almost suffocate and his brain felt like it was going to explode.

He took a deep breath and asked again.

"Then did you steal the Philosopher's Stone to revive Voldemort?"

Lockhart nodded and shook his head.

"Yes, and no. After all, I have my own demands. Who doesn't have some regrets to make up for?

Harry, don't you have someone you want to resurrect? For example, your parents. Come on, kid, help me take the Philosopher's Stone out of this magic mirror.

I promise you on behalf of the Dark Lord that I will help you resurrect your parents."

Harry was honestly very tempted, but he had just been fooled, and it was rare for him not to get carried away.

After waking up, he immediately pointed his wand at Lockhart.

"Lockhart, don't lie to me. There is no magic in this world that can resurrect the dead. Even the headmaster and the chief said it can't be done, let alone a residual soul of Voldemort hiding in a dirty sewer!"

Lockhart's warm face darkened.

"Not bad, you learn quickly, and you have barely learned to think, but it's too late."

Lockhart said, and the wand slipped from his sleeves to his palm, and waved at Harry.

Harry flew towards Lockhart. Although he was amazed at Lockhart's profound application of the Spell of Flying and Levitation, he immediately counterattacked.

"Disarm you!"

Lockhart did not chant a spell, but waved his wand, and a red light of the same thickness shot out, colliding with Harry's Disarming Spell.

Two red lights exploded in the middle, splashing energy like magma.

Lockhart was relaxed, looking at Harry who fell to the ground and still held his wand to maintain magic output, and smiled.

"Although you are really good at using the Disarming Spell, your overall level is still too weak."

He said the Disarming Spell without canceling the collision link, and directly split his attention and waved his left hand casually.

A large flaming bird flew out of thin air, screaming and rushing towards Harry.

Harry's scalp tingled, and he quickly took the initiative to break the confrontation of the Disarming Spell, and rolled over to avoid the attack of the firebird.

Then he started running around the field.

In the shadows at the door, Dumbledore and Snape, who were wearing the Disillusionment Charm, and Shaw watched Lockhart tease Harry.

That's right, Shaw didn't directly come out to be the bad guy.

Instead, he chose Lockhart, who was about to go to Azkaban.

And this reversal effect is also a good exercise for Harry. Harry was almost angry when he saw it.Crazy?

After all, the character that Vita created for Lockhart in Hogwarts was so great that a person would react the same way if it were reversed.

It was simply the ultimate exploitation of Lockhart, perfect!

A trace of worry flashed across Snape's hollow eyes, and he set up an ear-blocking barrier, and asked the young and old who were watching with relish with dissatisfaction.

"This Lockhart has a big problem, aren't you afraid that he will hurt Harry?"

Dumbledore said with a smile while eating the sweets in his hand.

"It's okay, since Shaw doesn't want to destroy his image in Harry's heart, choosing this Lockhart is indeed a good choice, which I didn't think of before."

Shor secretly criticized Dumbledore: You are not the only one who wants to be a good person.

Seeing Snape staring at him, he secretly sighed that the old bat was so arrogant, not happy with Harry but afraid that the other party would be in danger.

"Professor, don't worry, Harry has a trump card, and Lockhart will let him go."

Snape didn't believe these two unreliable black and white devils at all. After all, these two would never show mercy if they really wanted to sacrifice someone.

He took out his wand and was ready to attack at any time.

However, the situation on the field did change.

Harry was indeed no match for Harold, who was being manipulated by Vita behind the scenes. He was running around the field like a dog, very embarrassed, and his body was covered with scars.

Probably because he was very frustrated, Harry had never wanted to use the poker cards given by Hermione before.

After all, the spell inside was the chief filler, and Hermione had injected magic power for a long time to make the trump card. It would be a pity to use it easily.

Now he couldn't care about the pity. He took out the poker card from his arms, turned around and shone it on Lockhart who was strolling in the garden, and the magic was instantly activated.

A strange gray-white light surged out like a tide, and these gray-white lights spread very quickly.

Although it was blocked by Lockhart's three consecutive Armor Curses, the blue shield immediately turned gray and shattered.

Then it directly submerged Lockhart, who stood straight in place, motionless, with his eyes quickly glazed over.

His elegant clothes and skin also turned gray.

Not to mention Lockhart who had been hit, even Harry felt this gray light pouring out from his hands, and he couldn't help but freeze.

Harry recognized that this was the Petrification Curse. Hermione was kind-hearted, so it was normal for her to choose this spell.

But why hadn't he heard of the Petrification Curse like this?

In the shadows, Dumbledore and Snape turned their heads to look at Shaw with strange eyes.

Shaw didn't care, his expression did not change, and he lied with his eyes open.

"It's just a variant of the Petrification Curse. I rarely study spells with huge lethality now."