DNF Meets Harry Potter

"There must be something wrong, Lockhart has only been out for a few minutes, it's like a different person!"

Ron was packing up the textbooks that had been messed up by the Cornish elves, and inadvertently saw his broken wand that couldn't be broken again, and couldn't help but get even more annoyed.

In the chaos just now, his magically glued wand was completely broken in two by an elf, which made him feel terrible!

"How can you say that to Professor Lockhart, he just did it to test our true level!"

How could Hermione allow Ron to speak ill of Lockhart behind his back, especially since he had just stabilized the situation. This made Hermione's admiration for him reach the peak in an instant.

"Wait, why does the wand in Professor Lockhart's hand seem to belong to Carl?"

Harry sighed, he looked at Lockhart in a daze, and he couldn't figure it out. A casual glance made him discover the clue.

"Huh~?"

Hermione also noticed this when she heard the words, she was very familiar with Carl's wand.

Walnut, ten and a quarter inches long, dragon's nerve...

"How could Carl's wand be in Lockhart's place?"

Ron fiddled with his magic glue, struggling to glue back the wand that had snapped in two again. Hearing the conversation between the two of Harry, he raised his head in confusion.

According to Ravenclaw's timetable, Karl should now be practicing spells in the spell class next door. It is impossible for the wand to get into Lockhart's hands. The most important partner of wizards is the wand.

If Carl heard their voices, he would definitely chuckle. All his magic can be rubbed with his hands. The magic wand is really not very useful to him, not half as useful as Lucia's resentment and the spirit of God...

"Remember, my greatest ambition is to rid the world of evil and sell my exclusive line of hair conditioners!"

Lockhart waved his magic wand on the podium like a music conductor, bragging about himself constantly.

It has to be said that after krypton gold, this liar really looks like a great wizard wandering around and taking risks.

"Okay, get out of class is almost over! I see that you all bought my complete works! This makes me very happy!" Lockhart still had his iconic smile on his face, his white teeth gleaming in the candlelight , making the young wizards a little dazzled...

"Let's end today's class with an after-class quiz! As long as you can answer correctly after previewing in advance and listening to my serious lecture today, it's not too difficult!"

Lockhart was almost addicted to using Carl's wand, and he used the method that Professor Flitwick taught the Levitation Charm in the first lesson.

The test papers flew all over the sky in mid-air, and landed on the desks of every little wizard with incomparable precision.

This hand was a perfect spellcasting, and all the little witches applauded frantically for him.

Satisfied, Lockhart flicked his cloak and left the professor amidst the warm cheers. He was going to talk to Carl about the specific deal.

...

In the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart was sitting alone on the luxurious sofa and meditating. He was obviously so cautious when thinking about what he was doing, and it was absolutely impossible for a third party to be present. How did you know his secret?

Looking around the entire office, Lockhart couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Although the first class was finally managed with Carl's help, this question became a thorn in his heart.

His remodeled office fits his aesthetic well, with a plethora of plush furniture. It's well lit, and it's full of pictures of him smiling.

Just as he was thinking about how to go on the road ahead, a light knock on the door came into his ears. Lockhart's eyes lit up, he's coming!

"Come in!"

Lockhart cleared his throat and said.

"Professor Lockhart, my wand is not bad~..."

Carl walked in briskly, looked at Lockhart playfully, and vaguely understood the purpose of the other party asking someone to come to him.

"How on earth did you do it?"

Lockhart seemed calm but said in a panic in his heart.

"Well~, like Professor Lockhart's Oblivion Curse, it belongs to my secret..."

Carl pulled up a chair and sat down as if he knew it all by himself. He carefully looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office that had been transformed beyond recognition by Lockhart. Looking at the smiling Lockharts on the wall one after another, he was filled with emotions. .

Just three months ago he was sitting here making a happy deal with poor Professor Quirrell.

But now, things are different!

Not only the strings of garlic on the wall turned into a large pile of Lockhart's private photos, but even the dim room has undergone a wonderful transformation by Lockhart to become well-lit.

Although the person has changed, the deal between Carl and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is estimated to continue.

emmm, maybe except for Lupine, he is a poor man, Carl really can't think of how to get Galleon from him.

Poverty saves next year's Professor Lupine from Carl's persecution...

"Professor Lockhart, maybe it's time for you to give me back your wand..."

Carl smiled and raised his hand, and the walnut wand in Lockhart's hand suddenly flew up and fell into his hand.

Lockhart, who had lost his strength, felt disappointed for a while, but he quickly adjusted.

Gold Galleon? He has plenty!

This year, all the students in the seventh year of Hogwarts bought his complete works, and he is so rich that he is exploding now!

"Since you already know my secret, then you should understand my needs now..."

Lockhart no longer showed his frivolous smile in front of the little wizards, but spoke in an extremely serious tone.

After the lesson of almost turning over in the first class, Lockhart knew that he was too big.

He originally thought that although he had focused on gaining fame and glory these years and neglected the use and practice of magic, he thought that with his excellent grades of graduating with seven Os and his experience in the past few years, it would be better to bluff some people. Little wizards who haven't graduated shouldn't be a problem.

But in the end, things backfired, things were much worse than he had imagined, and he almost couldn't handle it in the first class.

The experience just now made him understand that at his current level, even casting a few simple spells may make mistakes and misfire, and it is unlikely that he will definitely regain his previous strength in a short period of time.

His current state is like a vegetative just waking up. If he wants to restore his previous magical strength without relying on external forces, it will not only take a lot of time but also need someone to guide him.

Therefore, Karl now has become his first choice...