Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Lockhart was thankful that he had brought Ginny and Hermione here. The days of protecting Harry were too boring. No wonder Mundungus deserted, if not for the company of two beautiful girls-one of whom was still trying to attract him. The attention of myself, I have long been bored and ran to the city center to find fun.

School will start in a few days, and Lockhart is yawning bored, finally liberating. However, the alarm magic in the house was suddenly activated, and malicious magic units entered the area.

Lockhart jumped up, rushed downstairs, saw Mrs. Figg and the two little girls coming out of the house, Lockhart shouted to Mrs. Figg: "Watch the two girls stay in the house, don't let them out. "

"What? I'm going to protect Harry!" Hermione yelled in disgust.

"Did you forget that you're always making trouble for me, Hermione!" Lockhart glared at her, "Hold Ginny and tell her not to go out too!"

"Okay." Hermione seemed to remember something, and immediately softened, she pulled Ginny in frustration to prevent her from rushing out.

Regardless of Ginny's yelling, Lockhart opened the door and walked out, turning back to cast a spell on the door of the house, then walked to the clearing where Harry was.

The sky was getting dark and the wind was whizzing, and Lockhart had to give himself a warm spell on the road.

The rubbish in the open space was hung up by the cold wind and flew everywhere. Lockhart put a protective spell on himself to avoid the harassment of the rubbish. A cold, heavy cloak covered it.

Lockhart knew that he would see a Dementor for the fourth time.

The first time he saw a Dementor was when he applied to join the Auror at the age of 18. He was taken by Moody to visit Azkaban. The experience made him determined that he would not enter Azkaban even if he died. .

The second time I saw a Dementor was at Hogwarts, when I saw Dementors guarding the campus from a distance, before the Dementors attacked Harry and he was not there.

The third time I saw a dementor was not long ago. At that time, the dementors were already enemies. Under the well-trained Aurors, the dementors were weeping and fleeing feebly.

This time, he wanted to protect Harry from the Dementors, and maybe Harry would protect him, Lockhart thought helplessly, try not to make a fool of yourself.

Lockhart summoned his patron saint, a fox, perhaps symbolizing his cleverness and prudence~

The atmosphere was getting worse and worse. He saw Harry, standing in the clearing with a few young men, and Lockhart put away the Patronus.

"Harry!"

Harry was looking at the sky helplessly and terrified. He didn't know why a vision suddenly occurred. He heard a familiar voice calling him. He turned his head and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was his Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor.

When Harry first saw Lockhart, he thought he was a fisher of fame, but for the past three years, Professor Lockhart has come to him as knowledgeable, strong, and friendly, even if struck by the Death Curse. The man who can also get up seems to have nothing to stumbling him. Harry firmly believes that Lockhart is the best person in the world at dealing with dark magic, and his presence immediately puts Harry out of panic.

"Professor! Why are you here." Harry ran to Lockhart.

"I was passing by and noticed that there seemed to be dementors in here," Lockhart explained. "I just remembered that you live nearby, so I came to check it out."

"How come there are dementors here, what happened."

"Don't you read the papers, Harry, Dementors are now wanted creatures."

"Ah, my uncle won't let me see." Harry was shaking all over, goosebumps on his arms, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end--he stared at his widest eyes and looked around blankly, Can't see anything. "What to do? Professor."

"I'll take you home and take out my wand. It's not illegal to use magic if you encounter a dementor," Lockhart told Harry.

By the way, he added a warm spell to him.

"Okay." Harry grabbed his wand, the Warming Charm making him feel better.

The two walked side by side toward Harry's house, and Lockhart suddenly felt a sharp wave of malice.

"They're here, Harry, use your skills, and I'll be watching you from behind," Lockhart called.

Several dementors rushed straight over, and their tall, cloaked bodies brought a gust of cold wind. Harry raised his wand, trying to tell himself that Professor Lockhart, the world's best at dealing with dark magic, was behind him.

"Shut up guard!"

He succeeded, and a white stag, with a bright halo, came running from the tip of the wand and charged at the dementors, who roared and were driven away by the Patronus.

"Nice job, I can't even summon such a perfect Patronus." Lockhart said, patting Harry's back hard.

Harry patted his head embarrassedly, watching the Patronus return to his wand.

"You should try to maintain the Patronus. Powerful wizards can even rely on the Patronus to communicate with each other. Practice more. This is not difficult for you."

"Oh~" Harry nodded, "I just used magic against Ministry of Magic rules, that's okay."

"Of course it doesn't matter, I can testify for you that you are in legal self-defense." Lockhart paused, "Look, they are here."

A dozen Ministry of Magic staff Apparated to the vicinity, some began to hunt Dementors, some scattered, and one came towards them. Seems to be ready to erase their memory.

Lockhart raised his wand toward him and watched him approach.

"It's Mr. Lockhart!" the young amnestic exclaimed, "I didn't know you were here. I'm Billy Wharton. You can call me Billy."

Lockhart nodded to them. "Well, Billy, the Dementors just attacked my student Harry. Harry used magic in self-defense. I want you to record the incident."

"Oh, of course, in fact, the Ministry of Magic has stopped investigating the private casting of the Patronus Charm. You know, dementors are running around now, but I really haven't seen a few gathered together. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise the savior It's dangerous, sir."

After thanking him, Lockhart put his arm around Harry's shoulder and sent him home.