The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

What we are saying is, does the challenger have to be Snape?

If you had a better temper, you wouldn't have been beaten so badly!

Do you really think you can beat the professor with just two magic items?

Too arrogant, right?

Argus met Lockhart's resentful eyes and couldn't help but mourn for him in his heart.

Lockhart patted the dirt off his body, got up and laughed dryly.

"Professor Snape set a good example for us."

"To deal with an opponent you can't fight, you should take the initiative like Professor Snape!"

"Whoa!"

There was a burst of booing from the little wizards below, making Lockhart's face even more embarrassed.

He couldn't wait to get back in other ways.

After the battle just now, he also understood that the dean of Hogwarts was definitely not to be messed with.

He probably couldn't beat any one of them at random.

It's estimated that there's no point in winning against other professors, such as Aurora Sinistra, professor of astronomy, and Sybill Trelawney, professor of divination.

They might not even pay attention to him!

The only feasible way is...

He cast his eyes outside the door.

The strength of the Auror should not be comparable to that of the Dean, right?

Or... try with them?

Yes! Just try with them! If it doesn't work, find someone who looks a little weaker. As long as you can win, there is room for explanation!

"Thank you Professor Snape for your cooperation. Next, I will choose one of the Aurors as my opponent."

"Show you how to deal with sudden danger in the wild!"

Lockhart's eyes swept across the figures outside the door, carefully searching for his next target to establish his authority.

The one on the far left has a scar on his face and a fierce look. It's not easy to mess with him at first glance!

The big bearded man behind him doesn't look like a good guy either. He has at least killed a few dark wizards. He can't be chosen!

The one-eyed dragon next to him doesn't look like a good bird either. He must be good at dark magic. If you choose him, you will definitely be tricked!

Who should I choose...

He chose for a long time, and finally locked his eyes on the short man with his head tilted on the door frame.

This one looks more wretched, so I think he can beat him!

That's him!

"The gentleman with his head tilted by the door frame, shaking his head in front of the little wizard is not a good example."

"Please be my opponent this time!"

The man by the door frame looked around and pointed at himself, as if he was not sure.

His performance was guilty in Lockhart's eyes.

Lockhart said impatiently: "Yes, it's you, sir!"

"Please come on stage!"

The man by the door frame leaned on the door frame and slowly straightened his body.

Originally, he looked only about 1.7 meters tall, but suddenly became 1.9 meters tall!

Much taller than the surrounding Aurors!

Lockhart panicked immediately!

"Wait... wait a minute! I'm not talking about you, sir!"

"I'm talking about... I'm talking about..."

He hurriedly searched for the next soft persimmon, and his eyes finally fixed on an older man with glasses.

"The gentleman with glasses, please come up and demonstrate with me."

The man with glasses grinned and walked out of the crowd.

After rummaging in his pocket for a while, he took out a few bottles of potion and gulped them down.

When he looked up again, his aura was different!

Lockhart was dumbfounded!

What the hell is this!

We agreed to a fair competition, but you actually paid for it?

What the hell!

"It's not you! I'm talking about... that person..." Lockhart was sweating anxiously.

Suddenly he saw a man who looked gentle among the Aurors.

His eyes lit up immediately!

"The chestnut-haired gentleman! Please come up!"

The moment Argus saw the man, his eyes immediately showed sympathy.

You are so picky!

There are so many people, but you chose him!

He is really not afraid of death!

Facts have proved that Lockhart can always choose the hardest iron plate among a group of people.

Alan Mitchell walked to the stage with a smile, raised his wand and bowed to everyone.

"Thank you for Professor Lockhart's invitation. Please show some mercy."

This elegant look made Lockhart feel relieved!

All the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic are arrogant. Such a polite person must be a soft persimmon who is used to being bullied.

Now, I can finally perform well!

"Don't worry, sir. As a well-known wizard in the magic world, I will be measured."

"I will never hurt you!"

Snape sneered.

He is not a fool like Lockhart who only has fame in his head. He doesn't even know the Aurors stationed at Hogwarts.

On the first day these Aurors came to guard, he noticed the Auror Director of the Ministry of Magic.

The other party is not very impressive on the surface, but his actual level is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary Aurors!

Only Lockhart would treat the other party as a soft persimmon!

Snape did not have any intention of dissuading him.

Quietly waiting for the good show to begin.

Lockhart was still immersed in the fantasy of regaining his reputation, and was completely unaware of the reactions of the little wizards around him.

He took out his wand carelessly, fiddled with it a few times, and made a pose that looked more handsome.

"Duel preparation!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Lockhart's reaction was very fast, and he cast the disarming spell at the moment the countdown ended.

But Alan had been wandering on the edge of death for many years, and often experienced life-and-death struggles!

Especially after becoming an Auror, he had countless battles with dark wizards!

No matter how fast Lockhart was, he couldn't beat his experienced skills.

"Expelliarmus!"

The dazzling red light was only slightly inferior to Snape's Disarming Spell.

Two red lights met!

Lockhart was suppressed almost instantly!

This time Lockhart was prepared, gritting his teeth and pouring magic power into the wand.

Trying to regain his face!

But the Disarming Spell released by the wand itself was only level 2, and no matter how much magic power was increased, it could only keep it in a maintenance state.

With Lockhart's violent output, plus the pressure of Allen's Disarming Spell, the wand made an overwhelmed cracking sound!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Lockhart was knocked to the ground again.

Allen at least gave him some face and didn't knock him out like Snape did.

He just let him fall to the ground and couldn't continue fighting.

Seeing the end of the battle, Allen saluted with his chest.

"Professor Lockhart, thank you."

At this time, Lockhart was facing a group of young wizards with strange and playful eyes, and he wanted to faint on the spot.

A burning pain on his face!

He got up from the ground.

He wanted to show his standard eight-tooth smile as usual, but found that he couldn't smile at all.

He was killed twice in a row and still smiled?

Shame on him?

Lockhart didn't even promote his book and hurriedly ended the duel club.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, the door of the classroom slowly closed.

Agus couldn't help sighing. When he was thinking about how to comfort Lockhart so that this big fish wouldn't slip away, Snape came to his side.

He said lightly.

"Mr. Grindelwald, don't forget to come to my office tomorrow afternoon."

"I have something good for you to deal with!"