Chapter 248 The Death of Lockhart

Boom!

The door of the Great Hall behind Dumbledore closed, and mysterious magic runes lit up.

It's banned again.

"Turn upside down!" Tom Riddle waved his wand, only to see that the floor in front of him began to collapse crazily.

One piece, one piece, and one piece.

The entire ground was quickly lifted, like a huge wave rushing towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore disappeared in an instant and appeared in front of Tom, slashing down fiercely with his long sword.

Ka~~~

There was a harsh impact, and Tom crossed his arms and gently pressed the long sword.

He smiled and raised his head to stare at Dumbledore. The sleeves of the wizard robe on his arm were all broken, revealing an arm covered with basilisk scales.

He grinned, his mouth full of fangs.

"Dumbledore, I'm not afraid of you anymore, I devoured the body, I devoured the basilisk, I'm invincible now."

With his right hand, the magic wand that maintained the release of the spell was lifted vigorously, and the spell that tore the ground like waves became stronger and stronger, rushing towards the wall completely.

boom!

A huge gap appeared in the wall, and all the ruins of the building shot out.

"You guys, go to the back kitchen of the school and lock up those students and their parents."

Dumbledore raised his arm with the strange ring and waved it, the magic spells on the classroom seats surged, and all the professors regained their mobility in an instant.

"Go and protect them."

After a while, only Dumbledore and Tom were left in the Great Hall.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green curse light lit up, and Dumbledore disappeared again. In just an instant, huge blades made of mud pierced the ground and pierced into the midair.

Tom waved his wand and sneered at Dumbledore who kept apparating in mid-air but couldn't land, "I'm different, Dumbledore."

"I am not the body, I am not so paranoid, my soul is complete, I am more perfect."

"I am stronger."

"And you, Dumbledore, you are really old. I can feel that your soul has been destroyed to the point of shattering."

"Is it because of ridiculous family affection?"

"Or, you have already begun to resist magic?"

Tom narrowed his eyes suddenly, turned his head to look sideways, and pointed his wand lightly at the ground.

A streak of petrified light poured in along the ground, completely restraining the deformation of the ground, and finally stopped on the ground around Tom.

Snape stood at the breach in the Great Hall, waving his wand, staring at him coldly.

"Huh, Severus?"

At this moment, the wooden board beside Tom turned into a giant and rushed up, hugged him fiercely, and transformed into a strange bird in an instant. Fly outside the auditorium.

Boom!

Dumbledore appeared in mid-air, waving his wand and chanting a spell, causing the big bird to continuously transform to counteract Tom's destruction.

Fly all the way to the Lockhart statue by the Black Lake.

In just an instant, magic lines appeared on the statue, and dark golden chains gushed out from each node, frantically twisting towards the big bird in midair.

...

...

"Lockhart! Lockhart!" On the ground of the broken auditorium, Rita anxiously turned over the stones, her hands were bleeding from the scraping, but she still dug without hesitation.

"Don't die, don't die!"

Finally, a huge stone slab was lifted vigorously, and Lockhart's bloody face appeared in front of her.

"Lockhart!" Rita screamed, the tears couldn't hold back any longer.

"Rita..." Lockhart struggled to open his eyes, but there was no longer that bright and proud light in his eyes.

Rita's eyes lit up in an instant, and she knelt down beside her, trying to break apart the stone, but she couldn't break it.

"Shut up." Lockhart gasped, "Come closer...I'm almost speechless...I have a few last words to tell you..."

Rita covered her mouth and looked at him sadly.

"You... you said."

"Remember, it's Dumbledore, it's Dumbledore who lied to everyone." He gasped, like a broken bellows that was about to burst, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

"There is no such thing as Voldemort. The Dark Lord is long dead."

"He did this scam just to get back to the pinnacle of power, Rita, to write a newspaper to let everyone know, to let everyone know, to stop him...becoming...becoming the Minister of Magic!"

After speaking, Lockhart tilted his head and died completely.

"Do not!"

"don't want!"

"I don't want you to die!"

Rita drew out her wand, no longer caring whether it would hurt Lockhart, as the wand flew, all the stones were sprayed into the distance.

She stared blankly at Lockhart who was dilapidated like a rag doll, and stared blankly at his face that no longer had a charming smile.

"Walk……"

She gently hugged Lockhart, gritted her teeth and walked step by step to the stairs next to the auditorium, "I know, you must like being the principal very much, and you finally reached the most glorious position in your life."

"I will... woo woo... I will clean up for you and sit in the principal's seat."

step.

two steps.

Gritting her teeth, she carried him bit by bit to the top floor of the school castle. She stared blankly at the open gate, at the huge three-meter-high portrait that she could see head-on, and at the portrait The Lockhart smiling brightly was looking at the Lockhart in her hand curiously.

Rita pursed her lips, placed Lockhart on the principal's chair behind the desk, and waved her wand to tidy up his remains.

Dirt, blood, everything, all disappeared.

Then, she gritted her teeth, her eyes were full of anger, she pulled a piece of parchment with all her strength, picked up a quill and wrote vigorously—a shocking scam! Dumbledore's fake You-Know-Who returns! Only for the greed of power!

——This old man over a hundred years old used magic to live for such a long time, and finally, unfortunately, he fell ill. The board had to look for a more suitable candidate, and yes, they found Lockhart, the most open-minded in the history of Hogwarts.

—He founded the school newspaper to motivate students to learn. He disbanded the Quidditch teams of the four major colleges, just to eliminate the barriers between the colleges. He established the school Quidditch team to bring Quidditch-loving students closer to the essence of the game. he……

——He tried his best to provide every professor with the most caring care, just to let the professors focus more on the students. He's also going to rebuild Hagrid, the Forbidden Forest keeper, because he says that's part of the school, too.

——He summoned excellent students such as Anthony Weasley to compile "Dumbledore's Wisdom", just to prevent people from forgetting the greatness of the previous headmaster, Dumbledore.

——So many deeds, one after another, one after another, we have reason to believe that under the leadership of such a headmaster, Hogwarts will become even better.

——But everyone has forgotten that Dumbledore is not dead yet! However, no one expected that Dumbledore was so obsessed with the position of headmaster. No, he even wanted to go one step further, he wanted to be Minister for Magic.

——For this reason, he did not hesitate to use the name of a dark lord who had been dead for many years, and then a mysterious person, to declare to the world——this world cannot live without him.

——The careerists were called into the school by him, and a self-directed and self-acted battle seemed thrilling, but in fact there were no casualties at all, except for Principal Lockhart.

—Yes, this great stumbling block to his return, Lockhart, only the world of his death has achieved.

...

Thousands of words were eloquently written, Rita cried blood every sentence, and finally, the pen fell off. She gave Lockhart a sad look, "Don't worry, this will be the front page of tomorrow's "Daily Prophet". I will definitely do it for you. You are destined to be recorded in history."

As she spoke, she put away the manuscript, turned into a beetle, and flew out with flapping wings.

Fly and fly, far around the fierce battle at the statue of the Black Lake, and fly to the train outside the castle.

"Then..."

Lockhart raised his eyebrows, "Thank you."

His figure changed rapidly, and finally turned into a delicate old man with white hair, who was none other than Grindelwald.