All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 178 The Secret of Winterfort, Personality Correction Fist!

Linde and Dumbledore walked away, chatting and laughing, leaving Lockhart standing there, his expression dull and pale as a plaster cast.

"Professor, what do you think of Mr. Lockhart now?"

"He didn't learn self-awareness in seven years at Hogwarts, but he learned the reality in only three months." The old educator sighed, "Sure enough, life is the best teacher."

"Seeing Lockhart's poor state, are you still going to teach him how to communicate with the thought body?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Gellert is becoming more and more dangerous, and someone must stop him."

"But with your current strength, Professor, it's just a piece of cake to defeat Grindelwald, right?" Linde revealed the truth.

Dumbledore's expression became unnatural.

"In the final analysis, I still have lingering feelings. I couldn't bear to attack my old lover, so I sent a young man to defeat him. He really has the demeanor of the White Devil. He can defeat the Dark Lord general at will. Although Grindelwald is strong, he can't even defeat you. You can't even see his back. If he sees the gap between you clearly, he will definitely be disheartened. Then you can calmly say in front of him that fighting and killing is no longer suitable for people like us. Now that you are an old man, you might as well quit the world with me, retire to Hogwarts, and live a life of two people without shame from now on, right?"

Dumbledore was helpless, "De Lin, it would be a pity not to become the Minister of Magic with your mouth."

"Professor, you are so high in cursing people now." Linde glanced at the time, "No, it's time for class, goodbye."

"You actually go to class?" The principal pretended to be surprised.

Linde curled his lips and left without looking back.

Dumbledore watched the mysterious transfer student go away, and behind him, Lockhart had already rushed up, holding Dumbledore's thigh pitifully, "Professor, please save me. When the time comes, you can use Polyjuice Potion becomes me, and I go to duel with Grindelwald, okay?"

"But don't you have no hair on your body anymore?" The old headmaster smiled helplessly.

Lockhart looked shy, "Actually... there is one area where the hair has not been completely shaved off."

Dumbledore froze for a moment, "It's a beard?"

Lockhart shook his head, and pointed behind himself with his fingers. To be precise, it was the area above the thighs and below the waist, which is generally called the noble buttocks area.

"Isn't that what you mean?" The old educator's face was greener than a pickled cucumber.

"Yeah." The Minister of Magic nodded shyly.

Dumbledore suddenly pointed behind Lockhart and said, "Here comes the Minister of Human Rights."

"Where is it?" The moment Lockhart turned his head, a sandbag-sized fist flashed out of the corner of his eye. He vaguely caught a glimpse of a strong, muscular old man with a vigorous beard. That seemed to be... Dumbledore?

His last consciousness before coma was: wizard, why did you hit someone with your fist?

boom!

Lockhart was knocked unconscious by Dumbledore's punch, and the old educator's fist was smoking. He blew a cold breath, with a very tough expression on his face, and murmured: "The mystery of Winterhold, the mage's fist!" After Sauron's divine power was strengthened, Dumbledore also asked Master Aran for some self-defense methods for spellcasters, which seemed to be very effective.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic who were on sentry duty not far away were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and then turned around silently. They were still young and did not want to die here. The silly Minister's desire to commit suicide had nothing to do with them.

Dumbledore waved his wand and summoned a house elf, "Please send Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart to an empty staff dormitory."

"Ah, it's Mr. Lockhart! What's wrong with him? Does he need to be sent to the school hospital?" The elf was also a Lockhart admirer, and his eyes lit up when he saw the idol.

"He's not feeling well. He may have fainted from hypoglycemia. Just take a rest." Dumbledore said kindly and forgivingly, "When Mr. Lockhart wakes up, remember to ask him to come to the principal's office to find me. The password is [ZiZiHoney] sugar]."

"Yes, principal, leave it to Kiki!" The little elf saluted decently, and left with the idol apparating happily.

Lockhart falls into a coma.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the second day.

Lockhart saw the elves surrounding the bed, their eyes full of adoring little stars.

"Who am I? Where am I? Who are you?"

"You are the great Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart! You are at Hogwarts, and we are house elves employed by Hogwarts!" "We are also your admirers!" "Yes That's right!"

"Gideroy Lockhart? Who is it?" The man on the bed looked confused.

The elves looked at each other, Kiki screamed, "Mr. Lockhart lost his memory?!"

Early in the morning, Dumbledore received news that Gilderoy Lockhart had entered the school hospital, and he rushed to visit him with a guilty conscience. The members of the Ministry of Magic surrounding the Minister of Magic's bed were all sweating profusely.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, "Sir, the patient seems to have been hit hard on the brain and may have suffered short-term amnesia due to a concussion."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"It depends."

The Aurors were spinning in circles, "No, we have to send him to St. Mungo's Hospital."

Dumbledore objected, "No, nothing can happen to Mr. Lockhart. Otherwise, the wizards' confidence will collapse. Don't let this matter spread."

The members of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other in confusion. Although they felt resentful, the matter had reached this point and there was nothing they could do.

Lockhart was stunned on the hospital bed. Dumbledore came over and said with a smile, "Young man, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I want to go. But they're going to keep me here."

"Young man, do you remember your name?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Oh?" Everyone's eyes lit up, "Then do you still remember the past?"

"do not remember."

Dumbledore secretly thought, maybe this is better. He gave Lockhart a deep look and said, "Then that's it, Mr. Lockhart, please follow me."

The amnesiac Lockhart visited Hogwarts with Dumbledore, and he expressed great wonder, "Is this all magic?"

"Yes."

"Can I learn?"

"Of course you are a wizard, Lockhart."

The Hogwarts students I met along the way were extremely excited to see Lockhart. They looked at him with sad and moved eyes, and then they all said in unison: "Come on!"

"What are they talking about? Why do they want me to cheer?" Lockhart was puzzled.

"Young man." Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "Do you know that you have a great mission on your shoulders?"

"mission?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said with a deep look, "Your mission is to defeat the Dark Lord, and the important task of maintaining peace is left to you."

Lockhart's sad face overflowed with an innocent smile, "Really?"

"That's right, I have a set of secret magic books here. After you learn it, you can save the world."

Dumbledore took out an ancient parchment from his arms, with a line of vaguely legible text on it: True Name Curse.