"My dear child..." Mrs. Weasley frowned tightly when she saw the wound on Joel's back, and there were tears flowing in her eyes, "Did it scare you enough?"
"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley." Joel raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a sunny smile, "Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."
"It's not a question of whether it's in the way or not," Haylis couldn't bear to look at it. "If Joel hadn't reacted in time, I would have died under the spell of your son."
Mrs. Weasley turned around and glared at Ron, and quickly pulled her youngest son out, "Ron, look at the good things you have done!"
Ron remained silent, his shoulders shaking slightly, probably because he was frightened.
At Mrs. Weasley's urging, he bowed deeply and apologized to Haylis and Joel.
"Albus asked me to take him home to reflect," Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips, somewhat similar to Professor McGonagall, "It's only been two weeks since school started, and his father's car has disappeared, and his wand has disappeared.
It was also broken, and it almost led to a murder..."
Ron didn't dare to raise his head after being scolded by her, he lowered his head and acted like an ostrich.
Mrs. Weasley was originally in a good mood this year. The seven children at home were working and going to school. After losing a few mouths and seeing that the family's financial situation was about to improve, she did not expect that her youngest son Ron would actually start to cause trouble.
"Why can't you let me worry less?" Mrs. Weasley also knew that it was not appropriate to beat or scold a child in front of outsiders, but when she thought about Ron almost becoming a murderer today, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.
.
Looking at Ron who was as bored as a gourd, Mrs. Weasley sighed, stayed on Joel's bed to comfort him for a while, and then left the hospital wing with her youngest son.
The three roommates were also persuaded by Joel to go back. They moved most of the books in the dormitory to let Joel relieve his boredom.
"Bernie was also brought home by my parents." On the evening of the conflict on the Quidditch pitch, Haylis brought the results of the incident. "Like Weasley, I reflected at home for two weeks and submitted a
Check, Gryffindor and Slytherin will deduct 100 points each, and Ravenclaw will award 50 points."
Those 50 points must be a reward for Joel saving Haylis' life.
"My parents were so angry," Haylis curled her lips, "they almost tore Bernie to pieces in the principal's office."
"I don't expect him to do anything big right now. I just hope his parents can discipline him well." Haylis suppressed her smile, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of her mouth. "At least he has some education. He can open his mouth and keep his mouth shut, Mudblood."
Joel patted Haylis's thin shoulder to express comfort.
Life after the injury was boring and boring. Joel, who had no way to go to the classroom, had to lie on the hospital bed and study by himself. As long as there was no class, Haylis was basically with him in the medical wing. After class, she would also transfer the classroom learning content and homework.
Tell Joel.
Madam Pomfrey prepared two internal medicines and a tube of external ointment to treat the wounds on Joel's back.
The blood flowing out of the wound was black and had a fishy smell, and the cold kept coming, hindering the healing of the wound. Late at night was the most difficult time, and Joel was woken up by the cold in his sleep countless times.
Ten days later, the wound finally showed its flesh color, and the black blood and biting cold slowly faded away. Madam Pomfrey finally breathed a sigh of relief. The wound caused by this unknown spell was the most troublesome. She was not sure whether this treatment method would work at first.
It works.
Twelve days after the accident, the wound had just healed, and Joel returned to a lively state again. Before leaving the hospital, Madam Pomfrey gave him a few more rules: no strenuous exercise, and no food with too much greasy or meaty food... Listen.
Joel's head is so big.
The first thing Joel did when he returned to the dormitory was to rush to the bathroom to take a shower. Since Madam Pomfrey was not sure whether the wound would worsen when exposed to water, Joel only washed his hair in half a month. On weekdays, he only had to clean it.
In the last two days to deal with the dirt on his body, Haylis could smell the stench from his body without even having to say anything.
After soaking under the shower head for nearly an hour, feeling that the fragrance of the shower gel was almost seeping into his skin, Joel turned off the water and walked out.
As soon as they put on a brand new robe, the three roommates opened the door and walked in, holding a Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook in their hands.
"Joel, you are finally back!" Eddie rubbed his eyes, showing an expression of surprise, his movements were extremely exaggerated, "You have finally jumped into the sea of misery!"
Alan and Sergey laughed kindly.
"What do you mean?" Joel didn't know why.
"Lockhart has mentioned what happened to you on the Quidditch pitch for two consecutive classes," Eddie explained to him. "He brazenly said that if he had been there at the time, he would have definitely been able to stop Ron Weasley.
Magic, openly and secretly mocking you for your low level of magic."
Joel didn't quite believe it. At that time, no one could have imagined that Ron's wand would cast such a weird spell. There was not much time left for people to react. During the half month that Joel was hospitalized, no matter how much he thought about it, he felt that
There was nothing wrong with what was done at the time.
"Lockhart was just bragging," Allen answered. "Many people saw the mess in the stadium stands at that time. He brought a horned beast (a huge magical animal) to class last week.
, I just released it from the cage and ran out of the classroom. With this ability, can it still block the spell?"
Ever since he received Lockhart's 50-question test paper in the first class, Alan had been very dissatisfied with Lockhart. He believed that this kind of person was less qualified to be a teacher than Chilot.
"When you go to class next week, Lockhart will definitely talk about this issue in front of you," Eddie said with some gloating, "Maybe there will be some repertoire. The three of us have been targeted in the past two weeks.
Very miserable."
"I can understand the ridicule. It highlights his high level." Joel was confused. "Why are you targeting him?"
"Ahem..." Eddie coughed twice, "He can't understand that we have won the Merlin Order of Merlin at such a young age. Ever since he found out about our achievements, he has tried every means to make things difficult for us. As long as he suppresses us, won't he look like he is
Is it stronger?"
Joel pursed his lips. Lockhart had clearly lost consciousness after entering Hogwarts. It was completely opposite to the appearance he had just met on the train. He still remembered Lockhart seeing the relics of the original owner's parents - 7 volumes.
The solemn expression at the time.
He always felt that Lockhart was not that simple.
"Oh, by the way, after the conflict on the Quidditch field, Professor Dumbledore asked us to practice dueling spell skills. He specially opened a dueling club at Hogwarts with the purpose of making students aware of possible situations that may arise.
"It's an emergency," Eddie said seriously, "The first meeting is this Friday night, do you want to attend?"
Joel took a deep breath. After Riddle's diary was thrown out by him, there was still a Duel Club?
"Of course you can go, you should learn a lot." Sergey shrugged.
It was not just the four people in Joel's dormitory who had this idea. After dinner on Friday, most of the students at Hogwarts stayed in the auditorium, which was evident of Dumbledore's appeal.
Lockhart and the deans of the four houses walked out of the auditorium. Lockhart was actually walking in the middle, wearing a lilac robe with a sweet smile on his face, ogling the students on the left and right.
, the other four deans had expressions of disgust on their faces, and even Professor Flitwick, who was always funny and humorous, couldn't hide his disgust.
Flitwick and Snape waved their wands sharply, moving the four academy tables to one side and replacing them with more than a dozen platforms more than two meters long and wide. The teacher's seat was replaced by a larger platform.
.
Lockhart took the lead and jumped onto the largest stage, saying, "Good evening, classmates!"
Not many people responded to him, and many of them had mocking smiles on their faces. The four deans seemed to have reached an agreement and did not get on the stage. They just stood below and watched coldly, which made Lockhart look more like a
The clown.
"I believe everyone is aware of the conflict that occurred on the Quidditch pitch two weeks ago," Lockhart said on the stage. "Two of the parties involved were placed under self-reflection at home, and a classmate was seriously injured and sent to the medical wing.
, half a month has passed and the situation still has not improved, and it is even life-threatening..."
Joel in the audience felt a chill on his back. Could it be that this is what Lockhart said in class on weekdays?
Haylis, who was standing next to Joel, frowned slightly and said, "Professor Lockhart!"
She raised her hand to interrupt Lockhart.
"Is there any problem, Miss Selwyn?" Lockhart said with a pleasant look. He turned his eyes and saw Joel standing next to Haylis.
Lockhart's mouth tightened slightly and then suddenly grinned, "Look, students, surprising news, Mr. Taylor has actually recovered and been discharged from the hospital..."
Snape snorted coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with Lockhart.
Many students in the auditorium heard it and laughed mockingly.
Professor Lockhart, who has seen big scenes, handled this kind of embarrassing situation with ease. It was obviously not the first time he had done it. He made a few smooth remarks and then changed the subject:
"In order to provide you with better measures to deal with crisis situations, Principal Dumbledore has specially opened a dueling club - of course, this idea was proposed by me, Gilderoy Lockhart," Lockhart seemed quite concerned.
Satisfied, "Tonight, Mr. Headmaster has an urgent matter and rushes to the Ministry of Magic, so I and four outstanding colleagues will teach."
"In the first class, I want to test the dueling skills of the students, so that we can prescribe the right medicine to make up for your shortcomings," Lockhart said with a smile, his white teeth showing, "Most of the students probably don't know
The process of dueling, I will first teach you how to duel with others."
"Let's do this," Lockhart looked at Joel when he said this, which seemed to have a special meaning, "I'll find a classmate to come up and demonstrate it with me."
Joel inexplicably remembered Quirrell's dueling instructions to him last school year.
The students in the audience booed.
"Why not ask the professors?" Malfoy also disliked Lockhart. Lucius Malfoy and Snape have been friends for many years, and even Draco looked at Snape like an elder.
Malfoy also knew how much Nap wanted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. At this time, he met a mediocre idiot who did nothing, and Malfoy quickly stood up for his uncle Snape.
"How about a duel with Professor Snape?" Malfoy is very good at provoking troubles and being weird. "Isn't Professor Lockhart scared? Did you say in class that you were only afraid of Dun in the castle?
Principal Bledo’s alone!”
The students were very supportive, and hundreds of people booed in unison, with great momentum.
Students of the same grade as Malfoy couldn't remember when Lockhart had said such hateful words, but since he could stir up trouble, these people raised their hands to support him. After all, watching the excitement was not too big a deal.
"I won't fight fellow professors. That kind of duel is too high-end. I'm afraid you won't understand." Lockhart shook his head. "I won't fight junior students either. There is a huge disparity in strength in that kind of duel. I plan to find a middle-aged and upper-class student."
Come and demonstrate, that way they look similar in strength and have teaching significance."
Snape's lips pursed into a straight line. He couldn't stand it when Lockhart took away the position that should belong to him. At this time, someone happened to provoke trouble, and Snape was happy to help them.
"Come on, Professor Lockhart," Snape jumped onto the ring, "let me see your true strength. I heard that you taught the students, released the Cornish elves and fled.
I hope I am more harmless in your eyes than those little elves."
"Okay, okay..." Lockhart looked embarrassed, "This is what you asked for."
Lockhart took out his wand from his robe pocket, and the students in the audience pushed forward. The other three deans quickly maintained order. Joel, Haylis and others took the opportunity to get close to a man holding a camera.
Behind the senior Gryffindor, he could easily see the entire arena with his height advantage.
On the ring, the two people faced each other and took three steps towards the edge, then turned around and bowed to each other - well, Snape just lowered his head slightly.
They held their wands upright in front of their chests in the medieval way of holding swords. "As you can see, after bowing, we held our wands in a normal dueling posture..."
Lockhart was still explaining to the students in the audience, and Snape clicked his tongue very impatiently.
"Countdown three, two, one..." The two of them took action at the same time.
"Expelliarmus!" Snape didn't hold back and directly used the most powerful disarming spell, and the dazzling red light roared towards Lockhart.
The students and professors in the audience were all waiting to see Lockhart's joke. Malfoy even laughed out loud, "Just wait and see, Lockhart is definitely no match for the Dean..."
What he said was true, Joel thought, if nothing else happened, Lockhart probably wouldn't be able to catch this curse.
But the development of the matter was unexpected. Lockhart's movements were very agile. He twisted his body to avoid the disarming curse, and turned around to cast a few small evil curses.
"The preparation time for powerful spells is longer," Professor Flitwick was watching the show and explaining to the students. "Logically speaking, duels must be preemptive. It is better to use spells that can be cast quickly. Severus has some
Toda..."
Despite what Dean Flitwick said, he was still optimistic that Snape would win. Lockhart had only been at Hogwarts for two weeks, and Professor Flitwick had heard more or less about the ridiculous things he did in class.
He remembered that Lockhart had such a flamboyant and showy character when he was still studying at Hogwarts, but he didn't expect that he would be so unstable when he became a professor.