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However, it's not a big problem. He has abundant magic power, otherwise he wouldn't be able to cast spells even when the magic channel is blocked.

Interestingly, the wizards in this world belong to the bloodline wizard type.

One of the defining characteristics of bloodline wizards is that their magical power increases with age.

This means that as long as Lockhart doesn't die, it's not impossible for him to rival Dumbledore in his old age.

After all, he was already quite talented, and now he also had Zicomo's support.

Just as Zicomo was pondering, Lockhart slowly woke up.

"Unfamiliar ceiling..."

"Wake up, you're lying face down, that's the floor."

Zicomo shook his head helplessly; it seemed the guy was delirious with pain.

Lockhart was indeed a little dazed; he lay there for a while before he came to his senses.

He sat up, feeling the changes within his body.

He felt incredibly relaxed, as if all the constraints on his body had been removed.

"Should we try casting a spell?" Zicomo suggested.

He wasn't worried at all that Lockhart would harm him after getting the wand. Did he really think he hadn't tampered with it when he engraved it?

He painstakingly carved those runes himself, leaving a few extra points at the rune nodes.

He only needs to think for a moment to destroy the entire rune, and it might even affect the magic channels.

Lockhart will then become a freshly dud.

Fortunately, Lockhart had no ulterior motives. After all, Zicomo had resolved his health issues, which was tantamount to giving him a new lease on life.

This was a life-saving grace for her.

Although he's used to cheating and swindling, he still has a bottom line.

Lockhart obediently picked up his wand and tried out a few simple spells.

His movements were so skillful that they were in no way inferior to Snape's when he dueled Zicomo.

It was clear that he practiced magic diligently, which was exactly what Zicomo had expected.

From his conversation with Lockhart, it's clear that he's someone who's unwilling to settle for mediocrity.

After discovering that his magic had malfunctioned, he must have thought about finding a solution.

Although he had nothing before meeting Zicomo, he did not give up.

Instead, he practiced quietly in secret, hoping that more proficient spellcasting would improve his condition.

They even hope that one day they can solve their problems and return to their peak.

Fortunately, he was lucky; he met Zicomo, and he was of use to Zicomo.

After experimenting with several spells, Lockhart found that his casting speed had improved and that the power of the spells seemed to have increased as well.

This might be what Zicomo had mentioned about strengthening his forces.

Lockhart put away his wand and respectfully bowed to Zicomo in a gesture of allegiance.

“Master, Lockhart hereby swears that I will give you everything.”

Zicomo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so serious.

Having grown accustomed to Errol calling him "master," Lockhart's use of the term felt strange.

“Just call me boss from now on,” Zicomo said.

"Yes, boss. Please give your instructions."

Zicomo thought for a moment, but it seemed there was nothing he could tell him.

He took Lockhart under his wing on a whim, and also harbored some intention of using him for experiments.

But he still decided to give Lockhart a long-term goal.

"Lohart, I want you to help me control the wizarding world's discourse. Can you do that?"

"Boss, this seems a bit difficult."

Lockhart hadn't expected his little boss to go all out right from the start.

Although he is very skilled in this area, it is only through cooperation with all sorts of people that he has achieved this.

If he wants to do that, he will inevitably run into the giants in this field.

"Don't rush me. I'm not asking you to do it right away. This is the ultimate goal. You can start with a smaller goal, like becoming the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet?"

You just need to climb the ladder step by step until you reach the position of newspaper owner. Of course, Wizarding Weekly is also an option.

I won't impose too many restrictions on you. You only need to control certain discourses for me when necessary, acting as my mouthpiece and guiding public opinion in a direction favorable to us.

Zicomo gave Lockhart a general direction.

“Boss, I can handle the fisherman’s guidance right now. Isn’t that a bit redundant?” Lockhart asked.

"I know you can do it right now, but don't you feel frustrated working for someone else? You already have me as your boss, do you really want to have so many people above you?"

Zicomo's words struck a chord with him.

Yes! He was incompetent before, so he could only try to gain some empty fame by playing both sides.

Although he made some money, it wasn't the lifestyle he wanted.

But things are different now; his talent has returned, and he's even become stronger.

He should be in a higher position.

A flame called ambition ignited in Lockhart's eyes.

“Boss, I know what to do!” Lockhart nodded solemnly.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Zicomo told Lockhart about the effects of the runes he had inscribed for him, and then left.

As he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, and said:

"By the way, Hermione is going to announce a new spell soon, could you help her build up the hype? If you have any connections with the Merlin Order, you could help her apply for a medal."

"Boss, shouldn't I add your name?"

In Lockhart's view, Zicomo's desire to control the fishing theory was nothing more than a way to promote himself, but he seemed to have guessed the wrong target.

"Why would I be included? I don't like these empty titles."

Zicomo didn't understand why Lockhart would ask that question.

"Then what's the point of having me go through all this trouble to get this control?" Lockhart asked, puzzled.

"Let me put it this way, Hermione's goal is to become Minister for Magic. As for my goal... Minister for Magic's man, what do you think of that position?"

Lockhart gave a knowing smile that only men understand.

He gave a thumbs up and said, "Boss, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Although he wasn't into that kind of thing, he could understand the joy of this kind of nurturing relationship.

Zicomo didn't say anything, raised an eyebrow at Lockhart, and turned to leave his office.

After Zicomo left, Lockhart couldn't wait to begin studying the runes that Zicomo had engraved for him.

He didn't intend to analyze these runes, since they were engraved into his body and he couldn't see them internally, so trying to study them would be a waste of time.

He just wanted to familiarize himself with the effects of each rune.

P.S.: Sorry, I've been busy during the day these past two days, and I can only manage a minimum of 8 words each day. Please forgive me.

Chapter 104 Snape is numb, Snape is a father

The next day happened to be a duel club class.

Yes, Dumbledore did not cancel the course because of the Basilisk's defeat.

Perhaps he felt that it wouldn't be a bad thing to let the young wizards get more training.

Lockhart, who had made a mess of his office, neglected to maintain it.

Instead, he excitedly approached Zicomo and invited him to attend today's dueling club class.

Zicomo roughly understood Lockhart's thoughts; he simply wanted to get revenge on Snape.

Lockhart vividly remembered how Snape had sent him flying with a single "Expelliarmus" strike.

As someone who values ​​his reputation, he was determined to regain it.

The reason for naming Zicomo was partly to demonstrate strength to him.

After all, only by demonstrating his value can he avoid being marginalized or even abandoned by his boss.

"Are you sure you can fight Snape in this state?"