After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

The Exorcism Spell was not difficult, and basically all the young wizards in Slytherin had mastered it. Under their magic, all the Cornish elves that flew to their side flew back to Lockhart.

But before Lockhart came to grief, the first victim had already appeared.

Neville Longbottom's bad luck seemed to be engraved in his bones. Although the other Gryffindors were also in a mess because of the harassment of the Cornish elves, he was the only one who was grabbed by the ears and lifted into the air.

There was no big tree in the classroom, so as a second choice, the elf hung Neville on the large European chandelier above his head.

Neville's face turned pale: "Help, help!"

But his friends were too busy with their own affairs to save him.

At this moment, Lockhart's "retribution" finally arrived before his eyes.

Even now, Lockhart still had that charming smile on his face, which seemed to have been carefully measured. He held the wand in front of his chest and drew an "∞" shape with the tip of the wand. "All the annoying pests disappear!"

Yang Mei had never heard of this rubbish curse.

This idiot must have made it up himself.

None of the elves disappeared, but the wand in Lockhart's hand disappeared - it was taken away by the elf.

"Actually, I would rather the elf grabbed his hair, because I want to know if he has a wig on his head." Theodore Nott said with some regret.

Yang Mei knew that this boy was a black-hearted person. He usually kept quiet, but actually he had a lot of bad ideas in his mind!

All the weapons were taken away by the elves, so how could Lockhart be safe? He started to run away in fear, and even wanted to leave the mess in the classroom and hide in his own office.

That's not okay.

Yang Mei just moved her fingers slightly and made Lockhart fall flat on his face. The elves were very smart and when they saw the target person lying motionless on the ground, they flew over and grabbed Lockhart's ears neatly.

Neville on the chandelier now has company, and he's the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Hey! Who can still say that Neville is a useless little wizard? It is obvious that the professor himself can't do anything to the Cornish elves!

Lockhart was knocked out, and the Cornwall elves' attention turned back to the little wizards.

Draco frowned and waved away an elf that tried to grab his clothes: "What should we do now? Use a more aggressive spell? But that might kill the elf."

Cornish elves are annoying, but they don't deserve death, and they're not useful ingredients for potions. Killing them will just create a lot of corpses to deal with.

"Let's control it first." Yang Mei swung the magic wand in her hand and pointed it into the air, "The ground is frozen and the sky is cold!"

The icy blue cold air spread upward from the toes of each Cornish elf, freezing them all in an instant.

Under the influence of gravity, all the elves that were frozen fell from mid-air.

This is because the ice layer is relatively thick, otherwise both the ice layer and the elf would be shattered.

Two jokes happened in one Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Now it was time to end the get out of class, and the Slytherin students turned around and left the classroom.

With Yang Mei around, Lockhart didn't dare to stop them, but those little fools from Gryffindor seemed easy to talk to. Besides, they had to rescue Neville, so they should at least rescue him as well, right?

"Oh, good kids, it's a pity that the injuries I suffered in the fight with the werewolf not long ago have not yet fully healed, otherwise I could have dealt with these elves in a second today. But don't feel regretful, there will be another chance to see me show off next time." Lockhart said self-righteously in mid-air.

Harry just grinned, and Ron's eyes almost rolled to the sky. The two of them rescued Neville without saying a word, and then the three of them rushed out holding their books.

"Hey?! Potter! Weasley! You haven't put me down yet!" Lockhart yelled at the top of his voice and kicked his legs weakly.

Three of them ran away, but, "You guys..." Lockhart looked down at the other little Gryffindor wizards who had not left yet.

Before he could finish, the little wizards seemed to react suddenly and turned around and ran out. The little witches who didn't want to run were dragged by the boys next to them.

Seamus Finnigan even shouted without even turning his head: "Professor Lockhart is so powerful, how could he really need our help? Let's not meddle in his business."

"Yeah, yeah! Let's hurry up, or we'll miss lunch at the restaurant."

"You guys!" Lockhart's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Hey! Is my lunch not as important as mine?! I told you I was badly injured in the battle with the werewolves a few days ago and I haven't recovered yet!"

His limbs were flailing around like a toad whose fate was being strangled by the throat.

Due to the excessive movement, the part of Lockhart's collar that was hooked by the chandelier gradually cracked, and fear appeared on his face. Finally, there was a "swish" sound, and Lockhart screamed and protected his face.

He now has only one request, that his face not be broken, after all, he makes a living by his face.

But Lockhart found that he had covered his face, closed his eyes and screamed for a long time, but the imagined pain still did not come.

He spread his fingers apart and looked down through the gaps between them, only to see Professors Snape and McGonagall looking at him as if he were a fool.

"Aha, ahaha, isn't this the duel I had with a werewolf a while ago..." Lockhart was still trying to bring out his excuse of being seriously injured in the duel with the werewolf.

Snape didn't intend to listen to him finish. He directly retracted his wand and also retracted the levitation spell that supported Lockhart's body.

This move was so sudden that Lockhart didn't even have time to cover his face before he fell to the ground.

"Ah!! Merlin, I must be disfigured!" Lockhart's scream almost blew the roof off.

He struggled to get up from the ground and stumbled towards the door: "Medical wing, medical wing, nothing can happen to my face!"