The Cornish elf in the iron cage made a shrill scream and jumped in the cage and shook the railings extremely restlessly.
Lockhart showed an evil smile and put his hand on the button of the cage, "Then, let me see how you deal with it!"
With a sudden pull, the elves burst open the iron door of the cage and flew out like crazy.
It was chaos now, the elves were flying around like rockets.
A few rushed out of the window and scattered broken glass all over the back row of the classroom. The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, more powerful than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed ink bottles and threw them at the whole class.
He tore the books and papers into pieces, tore off the pictures on the walls, overturned the trash cans, and threw the schoolbags and textbooks out of the broken windows.
All the students were screaming, and after a while, almost half of them hid under the table.
There were also a few who fought back, the Harry trio.
They picked up thick textbooks as weapons and swatted the elf away with all their strength.
In such a big classroom, with students from two colleges, only one little boy remembered that he was a wizard, and when faced with this situation, he drew his wand.
Neville!
The teachings from Anton: When encountering anything, no matter what, grab the wand first. Neville always remembers it!
But that was all. Two elves rushed over and grabbed his ears. Neville was about to release the whole-body binding spell, but halfway through the spell, he became at a loss.
He didn't know how to use magic spells to deal with the elf at such a close distance, and what to do if he accidentally shot himself in the face.
Anton glanced at him and sighed.
This kid still needs practice.
Throw it into the stove and beat it hard!
He sat quietly in his seat, with the silent magic of the Confusion Spell rippling around him. The elves who approached him would treat him as a dangerous magical animal and stay away.
Of course, the Confusion Charm has a more interesting use.
Let such a simple-minded elf mistakenly think that Lockhart is a nasty enemy.
"Come on, drive them away, drive them away, they are just little elves." Lockhart was still shouting blindly. Seeing that it had no effect, he quickly waved his wand and shouted - "all the annoying pests are gone."
!”
Anton raised his eyebrows slightly.
interesting!
The magic spell used by Lockhart is not the academic system, nor is it the magic spell of the dark wizards at the bottom of the wizarding world, but a folk spell that is widely circulated in various places and passed down by word of mouth.
Anton had read a similar introduction in one of Lockhart's books. This handsome wizard came to a village and saw that the villagers were troubled by annoying elves. He released a powerful spell that turned all the elves into
without.
Similar to a clean slate.
Send the things you subconsciously feel you don’t want away from your eyes.
Now observing Lockhart's spell pronunciation and gestures, as well as Lockhart's emotion, Anton instantly judged that this was a spell that required extremely strong emotions.
That's very interesting.
Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, Lockhart clearly had enough firm emotions, but he was unable to mobilize more magic power.
just like
The soul in the body that is extremely compatible with the Forgetting Curse has begun to reject the release of other spells.
Before Lockhart could make the elf disappear, the wand was snatched from his hand and thrown out of the window.
Chaos, everything is in chaos.
At this moment, the bell of Hogwarts Castle rang, and it was time for get out of class to end.
"It's up to you to put these elves into cages!" Lockhart pointed randomly, pointing directly at the three Harrys standing in the middle of the classroom, who seemed to have a very obvious target.
Before the three of them could react, Lockhart pushed open the door of the professor's passage behind the classroom and fled.
"" Harry and Ron looked at each other.
Snapped!
A book hit Ron's head hard, and the elf let out a harsh laugh, as if to say that there is no room for daze during the battle.
"Ah"
Anton sneered and stood up.
This Lockhart is simply worse than Quirrell, who can easily deal with mountain trolls with a 4x danger level.
That's it?
"All petrified!"
Whisper softly and wave the wand gently.
As if a breeze was blowing by, a faint milky white light surged like mist. It seemed extremely slow, but it covered the entire classroom in an instant.
Everything that was originally noisy in the classroom fell silent in an instant, and everyone was unable to move. They could only use their fixed eyes to watch the classmates next to them in their field of vision, and a color similar to stone appeared on their bodies.
It was quiet, so quiet for a moment that you could hear the breeze blowing the leaves outside the classroom window.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Anton walked gently and stepped on the petrified ground. The ink and water splashed by the elf shattered on the soles of his shoes, making a rustling sound.
With a slight wave of the wand, Neville fell from the air and landed lightly on the ground.
He swallowed, looking a little ashamed, "I, I"
Anton just smiled and patted his shoulder, picked up his book, turned and left.
It wasn't until the footsteps gradually faded away that all the students regained control of their bodies. They walked out from under the table in a daze, staring at the stiff and motionless elf floating in the air.
"He" Harry's eyes were full of shock, "he is so strong!"
"I was going to cast the spell to immobilize myself." Hermione looked at the wand in her hand, a little unwillingly, but in the end she sighed dejectedly, "Obviously she is a student of the same grade."
Why do I feel like I am getting further and further behind?
Draco's eyes flickered. The soul living in the diary, Riddle, asked himself to kill such a person?
He can't do it!
For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Riddle said - you are his friend, as long as you kill Anton while he is defenseless, I will give you everything!
Heartbeat, fear, guilt, all kinds of mixed feelings in my heart.
Ballpoint pens of several colors were quickly written on the notepad, depicting Lockhart's recent state.
Anton frowned as he walked back to his dormitory.
At that time, Pedro the Elf very sincerely suggested that Anton should focus all his energy on the Iron Armor Curse. Knowing so many spells, it would be better to specialize in one spell and study it in a very deep field.
He asked Anton to think about what a master of the Iron Armor Curse was like.
Now Anton sees it.
A master of the Oblivion Curse can't even deal with a group of Cornish elves.
You know, this thing doesn't even make it onto the list of magical beast danger levels!
Oh, and there are also magic spells such as the Dance Step Charm that little wizards master in the first year.
He could see clearly. He had just opened the magic spells in his three eyes. He could really see clearly that Lockhart's soul was resisting his own will and preventing him from releasing other spells except the Oblivion Curse.
To paraphrase what was said in the previous life - this is changing all attributes into a single attribute, training yourself into an elemental elf, powerful but fragile. The fire element can live very well in the underground where magma is everywhere, but in the ocean where waves are everywhere, Just a scumbag.
In a wizarding world where even Crabbe can unleash powerful fire, this is simply going astray.
Now Anton only wants to figure out one thing.
Does the ‘spell slot’ that the old wizard Fiennes calls also have this effect?
He even suspected that the old wizard had two diametrically opposed curses, the 'Iron Armor Curse' and the 'Cruciatus Curse' that were constantly in his body, which caused his body to become extremely fragile.