Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

When the battle was over, the Aurors captured Peter Wormtail, the number one hero who brought Voldemort back to life, miles away. He tried to escape as a mouse, but triggered the alarm magic that covered the entire Snowton Mountains and was located by the magic marker.

In that cave, Ministry of Magic personnel found four pots of strange medicinal soup still steaming, and found a large number of medicinal materials and magic items. These things, which were actually inferior Horcruxes, were all destroyed by order of Lockhart, and the potions were sent to the warehouses of the Ministry of Magic...

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It's true that Voldemort's last Horcrux was never found, but so what. Lockhart was no longer nervous about doing it. Unlike eighteen years ago, this time, the Death Eaters had been uprooted. He even has a plan to cut grass and roots, as long as he strictly controls the raw materials of unicorns and resurrection soup, and then let the wizarding world slowly keep up with the rhythm of the Muggle world and enter the golden age of rapid development...

After another dozen or even decades, even if Voldemort could find a chance to resurrect after untold hardships, he found that not only did the wizarding world lose his followers, but his bloodline theory also lost the soil to take root. Even the law enforcement of the Ministry of Magic is strong enough to deal with him, what will he look like?

At that time, even if he goes against the sky, what can he do?

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After regaining his senses, Lockhart was still sitting on the doorstep to rest. After feeling a little more conscious, he opened the door and leaned against the wall to enter the room, and lay down on the sofa in the living room in the dark. The magic power in the body is running fast, and it may take some time to cultivate... But don't worry, Voldemort died, and his body was tattered by the spell, and he couldn't see the prestige of the former Dark Lord. All the Death Eaters were taken back to the Ministry of Magic and locked in the dungeon, and no one would threaten them again.

He has lent the Philosopher's Stone to Dean Xueni, and asked him to take it back to completely remove the curse of the family members. His injuries can be slowly recovered... No longer need to sacrifice the total amount of mana to repair.

But one thing was already burning his eyebrows, and he couldn't wait any longer - after sitting on the sofa for a while to stabilize the magic that was scurrying in his body, Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall. It was 4:00 in the morning, and Hermione should still be asleep. middle. In addition to detaining a group of Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic must still be under martial law. If they ran to "interrogate" mortals overnight...it seems a bit too suspicious, and Voldemort is dead. What else is there to judge?

But I can't bear the ** for blood, and I will lose my mind if it drags on for a while...

Going to the street to find a wizard to **** blood? I don't have the strength, and where can I find the lonely wizard so late...

Fortunately, there is a small blood bank in the house...

"Why is it always Ginny?" Lockhart was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't control his steps, and went upstairs to Ginny's room...

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There was light under the door. It looks like the girl hasn't slept yet.

Lockhart gently opened the door. Ginny was sitting on the bed, looking intently at a small book in her hand under the light of the bedside lamp. When Lockhart came in, the girl first showed a surprised expression. Then panicked again, and hurriedly stuffed the things in his hands into the blanket.

"Professor, you're back, why are your clothes torn... The mysterious man... is dead?"

"Dead, and there's nothing left." Lockhart walked straight to her. "Good girl, I'm hurt, let me **** blood, okay-"

"What—ah!" Before Ginny could react, she was pressed against the head of the bed by her shoulders. The experience of being sucked blood many times made her subconsciously tilt her head to the right, exposing the carotid artery to facilitate the other party's next move.

The left side of the neck was numb, and Lockhart had begun to **** her blood.

One mouthful, two mouthfuls, three mouthfuls... The vampire pressed on the girl, greedily enjoying the delicious food... The feeling of blood entering and sliding down the throat was so wonderful, I really wanted to **** her dry in one bite... I could feel the warmth of the blood in my stomach. When it was hot, Lockhart realized that he couldn't continue and looked up. Healed her wounds...

Feeling much better, Lockhart licked his lips, completely relaxed physically and mentally: "Good girl, it's time to go to bed. What are you looking at so late."

Before Ginny could stop him, Lockhart reached into the blanket and pulled out a booklet.

"What are you doing," Ginny quickly reached out to grab it: "This is my diary!"

"Why is there an 'h' on the cover of your diary?" Lockhart raised his hand and opened it to take a look. "And the writing is also Hermione's. You peeked at my wife's diary?"

Lockhart gave students several years of homework. Of course I recognized Hermione's handwriting.

"I peeked at Hermione's diary, not to see what you like!" Ginny felt aggrieved: "You guy, you have kissed, touched and touched me, and even sucked a lot of blood, just Seriously don't want me!"

"I'm sorry, Ginny, I'll make up for you later—"

Ginny lowered her head silently, tears dripping from her chin into her arms, her face pale after being sucked several hundred milliliters of blood.

"Don't cry, good girl..." Lockhart became flustered and apologetic for a while: "Come on, let me kiss you, okay-"

"Don't touch me!" Ginny clapped his hands away uncharacteristically, choked so much that she couldn't say anything completely: "It's disgusting... When you **** blood, you call people a 'good girl'... When you look back, you say people She's an unreasonable mad girl..." She sobbed: "Compensation, what compensation, it's all over now... You... do you want me!"

There was still the smell of a girl in his mouth, and the magical blood in his stomach made Lockhart very happy. When Ginny cried, he suddenly felt extremely guilty:

This girl may have sucked more blood than Hermione's. As a vampire, he should have tried to please and treat Ginny well, but now it's the other way around. He has been drugged and hurt by him... Such a girl pleads and seduces herself in various ways, yet he always despises her... Is it a little too unconscionable?

Ginny didn't dislike him, but she was too familiar and too close.

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The voice in my head came out again: You risked the danger to protect the stability of the wizarding world. Now that everything is over, it's time to enjoy it. Just accept Ginny and treat her as a reward for yourself...

"You sucked so much blood from me tonight, and now I'm so dizzy and uncomfortable, and I don't know when I will recover..." Ginny's tears continued to flow: "Tomorrow, people will have to endure the pain of massive blood loss and continue to try to seduce them. You ~www.novelmt.com~ and then you call it 'daily harassment' with a disgusted look on your face... It really doesn't make any sense to think about it..."

"Ginny, I'm the one who's sorry for you," Lockhart didn't know if he was getting hot again at the moment, he grabbed Ginny's hand: "Tomorrow you don't have to try to seduce me, I'll give you an explanation... I'll think about it for another night, how to deal with this, okay?"

"It's okay...but if you have to go back and talk about three years later, I will pretend that I have never known you, and I will tell my mother all about you sucking my blood, no, Rita, let her write it to you too A special report!" Ginny wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Then I'll go and seduce every man I meet, **** them, and do everything a bad girl does thing, finally marrying a Muggle!"

"Sleep well and don't think about it."

Lockhart shook his head, helped Ginny to lie down, covered her with a blanket, and turned back to his bedroom.

The room was still dark, except for the moonlight from the window, and everything was the same as when he left a few hours ago. Lockhart took off his torn robe that barely covered his body and climbed onto the bed, released the earplugs for Hermione, who was still sleeping and had no idea what was going on, and then hugged her tightly...

Is there anything happier than being able to come back alive, drink a big mouthful of delicious witch blood, and sleep with the woman you love the most?

Hermione was woken up in her sleep. She turned over and hugged her husband in a daze. She smelled the reassuring smell on him, closed her eyes and continued to have the sweet dream just now...

Tomorrow will be a sunny day.

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——(To be continued.)

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