Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Give it to me," Malfoy said again.

"How did you know I was coming." Harry habitually stalled, hoping that Lockhart and Lupin could come up with something good.

Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the dark figures on Harry's left, a slightly trembling male voice said triumphantly: "The Dark Lord always predicts things!"

Bellatrix is ​​dead, she is very strong, but there are no one thousand or eight hundred wizards in the world who are about the same level as her. Voldemort is not inferior to her as a strong follower, but Lockhart did not expect to be here. See Barty Crouch Jr.

"The Dark Lord said that Gilderoy Lockhart taught you Occlumency," said Barty Jr., pointing at Harry, then licking the corner of his mouth and saying something that shocked Lockhart, "He's a Very good and strong opponent, but obviously you let him down, Potter. Tsk tsk tsk."

"Hand over the Prophecy Ball," Malfoy took a step closer, "or we'll have to use the wand."

"Okay, then use it." Harry glanced at Lockhart and raised his wand to his chest. At the same time, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the five wands taught by two defense classes also They were raised up beside him.

"They want to resist!" Barty Jr said with a big laugh.

"Hand over the Prophecy and no one will get hurt," Malfoy said coldly.

This time it was Lockhart's turn to laugh. "No, someone's going to get hurt."

Barty just wanted to say that the voice was a bit familiar, and the battle was about to start: "Armor and body protection! Fainted to the ground!" To deal with so many people, the magic power of using the death spell is not enough, and the casting speed is too slow, Lockhart The spell with the fastest casting speed was chosen. Lucius was weaker than he thought, and just opened his mouth, he was knocked down all at once.

One of the Death Eaters tried to grab the Prophecy Ball with the Flying Curse, but Harry managed to catch it. "Don't do that!" cried Barty Jr. "It'll break it!"

The other Death Eaters also began to attack the children behind "Neville", but Lupin disguised as Seamus protected them and retreated. "Seamus" was not fit for his age and surprised the other Death Eaters.

— but Barty Crouch Jr. also surprised Lockhart and Harry with his strength. But this is not too strange. Barty Jr. and Lockhart played against each other for the first time at the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, little Barty had just escaped from his father's old Barty's Imperius Curse, using Harry's wand again, which was not smooth at all, and could not exert a third of his strength. The second time he played against Lockhart was at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. Barty Jr. was determined to lure Lockhart and others away, and he was also distracted to control the real Filch, so there was basically no resistance.

In the prepared battle, Barty Jr. was almost a top wizard on the same level as Moody. He fought with Lockhart and Harry alone, and Lockhart could barely handle it. Harry Is embarrassed.

——Harry had always thought that he was already very good, and was about to deal with Voldemort, but now he found that even one of Voldemort's men could not beat him.

"Go! Get out of here and go into the hall!" Lockhart yelled, dodging a spell, turning back a death spell, forcing Barty to dodge and cover Harry to the door.

Several Death Eaters found that they couldn't catch Ron and the others, roared in dissatisfaction, and turned back to attack Harry.

Maybe it's good blood, maybe it's Lockhart's good teaching, or maybe it's the wealth that Voldemort's soul has bestowed on Harry - Harry is already a very powerful wizard, even under siege, he can be busy without chaotic Protect yourself, and retreat to the door without fighting and retreating.

"If you can't keep it, destroy it!" Lockhart yelled.

A red light flashed past Lockhart, but Lockhart's Amulet deflected it and hit a nearby shelf, shattering some of the glass balls on it.

Two ghostly figures, pearly white and fluttering like smoke, stretched out from the shards of glass falling on the floor,

Open their mouths and tell their prophecies. Their voices came and went, and during the battle, only a few words could be heard.

"Stop them!" Barty Jr yelled frantically. "Don't attack Potter, we need the Prophecy Ball!"

Lockhart hit Barty Jr. with a heavy hit, startling him and angering him.

"Die, little guy!" Little Barty chased Lockhart frantically. But it was clear that Lockhart was under no pressure if he didn't confront him, just run for his life. "Help me stop that little fat man!"

"The age of Muggles has come..." The young woman's figure made an interesting prophecy, and then the figure melted into a thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the shards of glass on the floor.

"Stop chasing us or I'll break the Prophecy Ball!" Harry exclaimed, panting, stalling for time.

"Don't play tricks, Harry Potter, throw the prophecy ball over here and we won't be chasing it!" yelled another stout Death Eater.

"Okay, pick it up!" Harry pretended to be about to throw the prophecy ball over, "Smashed to pieces!"

Harry's spell hit a shelf and the shelf was teetering, a good idea that inspired Lockhart. Lockhart turned around and tried to throw a powerful cutting spell, hitting the prophecy sphere behind him and severing its support.

The whole shelf fell into the aisle behind Lockhart, hundreds of glass spheres shattered, pearly white figures floating in the air, their voices on the floor like a torrential rain of broken glass and wood chips they had never seen before. reverberate in.

Barty Jr.'s way was blocked, and he let out a roar like an enraged beast. However, the roar could not cause any harm to Lockhart, and he could only reluctantly turn to the other direction to pursue.

"Neville, run!" Harry screamed, as the fallen shelf brought down more shelves, and the massive glass balls began to fall from it, and Lockhart covered his head with one arm and used his wand to give himself With a lightening spell, he frantically ran towards the crowd in front of him. Large broken shelves and tiny shards of glass rumbled down on him.

"Professor!" Ginny yelled excitedly when Lockhart came after him.

"Call me Neville!" Lockhart didn't want to be recognized here, and if Voldemort knew that Lockhart was doing something bad for him again, he would be in danger.

A Death Eater swooped forward through the dust mist, and Ginny decisively smashed the man into the air. The screams of pain, the roar of the shelves collapsing and bursting, the broken voices of the prophets released from the glass balls rang strangely.

"Not bad, Ginny!" said Lockhart approvingly, then took Hermione's arm. "Get out of here, the door."

The road ahead was clear, and the six men galloped past, all holding their wands alertly. Another Death Eater emerged from the side, and Lockhart admired their stamina, and then hit him with a spell so that he could hide behind a shelf and not dare to show his face.

They were in row 50, where it was time to turn a corner and the group continued to run at full speed; he could hear footsteps behind him and Ginny urging Harry; just ahead, a door was ajar, That's where they came in, and Lockhart could see the glittering light of the bell glass; he flashed to the edge of the shelf, let the children pass first, and when everyone had quickly crossed the threshold, he slammed the door shut .

"Why don't you lock the door?" Hermione asked breathlessly, her hair fluffed up and draped around her little head.

Lockhart pulled out his wand, used magic to smooth out Hermione's hair, and re-pinned her hair. The affectionate gesture made Lupin's expression quirky. "Let's go up first, call God to guard!"

Lockhart's Patronus, rushed out of his wand and ran upstairs through the ceiling. At the same time, Lockhart pressed the elevator button to go upstairs, and the six people entered the elevator and went up.

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