Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Leaning back in the chair and sighing, the funny man came, and his little Veela admirer ran to the minister's office.

"It's Gabriel, what are you doing here?" Lockhart sat up straight.

Gabriel is wearing a small light blue suit today. Under the skirt are two thin legs in white stockings, and pink leather shoes on her feet, looking playful and cute. She ran excitedly behind Lockhart's desk, clinging to the side of Lockhart's chair, watching him eagerly.

"Brother Bill is so boring, and he doesn't talk to me..." Little Veela looked at him expectantly with her big green eyes, "Professor, please talk to me, my sister said... To learn English well, you must talk to me." People talk a lot."

"Yes...but why do you like to call me a professor? I'm a minister now." Lockhart was a little surprised, "It's fine to be my student. How did you learn to call me a professor?"

"My sister will call you Professor."

"All right……"

"Professor, tell me the story of your fight with the Dark Lord." Little Veela coquettishly grabbed his arm, "What spell did you use and how long did you fight? Was the Dark Lord injured?"

The scent of a virgin veela wafted in the air, and compared with a pure human witch, it seemed to have a different flavor... Lockhart swallowed, and almost couldn't help reaching out to grab Xiaoluo Leigh sucked her blood, and she didn't wake up until she stretched her hand halfway, so she had to put it behind her, stroking Gabriel's shiny silver hair.

"Gabrielle, why do you tie up your beautiful hair." Lockhart asked, touching her smooth ponytail. Even tied up, her silver hair hangs down to her waist. "Untie it for you."

"Sister pierced it for me, isn't it pretty?"

Lockhart gently moved the magic power with his fingertips, and broke the headband of Gabriel's hair. Under the action of gravity, his beautiful silver hair was scattered on his back. It was shiny and smooth, like quicksilver. Average.

Gabriel looked at him curiously, not knowing what Lockhart was doing with loosening her hair, but she felt Lockhart's hand slipping along her hair to her waist. Touched my own ass.

"What's the matter?" Gabriel looked at him innocently.

"Oh, it's nothing," Lockhart woke up suddenly, and withdrew his hand. "Your hair is so long, it's almost down to your thighs."

"That's right, I haven't cut my hair since I went to school, it's been so hard to keep it!" Little Veela was talking to her idol, her face flushed with excitement. The "Britain's No. 1 Wizard" who had no idea that he worshiped was trying his best to restrain the urge to suck his own blood.

Gabriel was still chattering non-stop, but Lockhart couldn't hear her at all, and only saw the little girl's white and pink neck...

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Seeing that Lockhart suddenly stopped talking, the little Veela snuggled up to him, wanting to look at the things spread out on his table, and leaned on his lap in a familiar way. Reaching for the documents, there were a bunch of English words imprinted with a magic wand on them. She couldn't even understand the English printed in the newspapers, let alone the information written by the agents of the Department of Mysteries.

"What are these things? Is it news about the dark wizard?"

"Yeah." Lockhart said dryly, completely missing what Gabriel was asking.

Of course, a thirteen-year-old little witch cannot learn Occlumency. Gabriel's emotions and thoughts at this moment are almost as transparent to Lockhart, and he can see clearly at a glance——Little Veela has a great impact on defeating The Dark Lord's hero worship has reached the extreme, and he has no guard against him at all, only the joy of being close to his idol.

Maybe I can suck a little bit of her blood, as long as I don't let Fu Rong and the others know...

The vampire minister finally couldn't hold back anymore, and quietly enveloped the little veela leaning on his lap with aura, making her more sluggish and less vigilant, and at the same time making himself more trustworthy and charming in her eyes... …

Then. He reached out and grabbed her thin but soft body, hugged her into his arms, and sat sideways on his lap.

Bewitched by her aura, Gabriel didn't know that she had fallen into the clutches of the devil, and not only did she not make any resistance movements. On the contrary, I feel even more excited because I am so intimately attached to my idol. She turned in Lockhart's arms and fixed him with eager eyes.

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Momentum can make people fear, trust themselves, and even fall in love with themselves. This is a very practical and powerful function, and its working principle is the same as that of the confusion spell: by influencing people's thinking to make them have illusions.

But unlike the Confusion Curse, momentum has less influence on people, and can only give people the illusion of a certain degree but cannot reverse a certain concept: it can make a feared enemy feel stronger. It's impossible to make someone who likes you like you more... but it's impossible to make someone who despises you fear or someone who hates you to love you.

Although the effect is small, it is completely different from the effect of the Confusion Curse, which expires as soon as the magic power is used up: the effect of the influence of the momentum is almost permanent, which is why Voldemort was killed by Harry and disappeared for more than ten years. After the resurrection, Yu Wei can still quickly summon his subordinates s reason.

For this little veela whose mind is as simple as a piece of white paper and who worships herself, the effect of her aura is too obvious—in just a few seconds, Gabriel turned into Luo Luo without her knowing it. Hart's most loyal and fanatical fans.

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Well, now you can do anything to her without worrying about scaring the little sweetheart or getting resistance.

Lockhart hugged her sideways on his lap, perhaps because of her Veela blood, she was also thirteen years old, and Gabriel looked a size smaller than Hermione back then... her body was so light that it was unbelievable, her thighs It's about as thick as his upper arm, and his waist is so soft...

Such a little veela, who is already surprisingly beautiful before she grows up, may be so beautiful that people can only look at it from a distance when she grows up, but she is sitting softly on Lockhart's lap, letting him Knead and play.

Of course, what the vampire wants to do now is not to molest this little beauty, but to taste this little person who smells so good. Does the smell of blood differ from that of ordinary witches?

"Dear Gabriel, you're so cute..." Lockhart said to her in an uncle-like tone, "Can I give you a kiss."

"Okay!" Gabriel said happily, "but I'll kiss you too... just to be fair."

Lockhart gently slid his finger on her neck, the Veela blood made her skin as white and smooth as moonlight... It is impossible for a pure human to have such a skin quality, even Pandora It's far from her.

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But at this moment, Lockhart wanted to destroy this perfection—he forced the magic power into his nails, and using it as a stick, instantly condensed an extremely sharp blade of magic power, and gently stroked the artery in the back of her neck, bright red. Blood spilled from the wound, and Lockhart put his mouth on the back of her neck.

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[There is still thirty recommended tickets to add more ~]

——(To be continued.)

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