Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue - Chapter 1303

Lockhart took a deep breath and walked quickly into the Quidditch pitch.

There was a lot of voices all around, countless eyes focused on him, and his palms were sweating.

As the official professor of Hogwarts and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team many years ago, Lockhart is very familiar with this venue.

Not only was he familiar with every inch of the land here, he even had his name engraved here—although he was locked up for a week afterward—and on graduation day, he spoke out loud to all the teachers and students of his goal here:

The youngest Minister of Magic, destroying Voldemort, guarding the wizarding world, and leading the United Kingdom to win the cup.

At the same time, he is also here to witness Peter Pettigrew sentenced to life in Azkaban…with his participation.

The dazzling sun fell from the cloudless dome, and the Quidditch pitch was bathed in golden light.

Directly in front of Lockhart is a stone platform with a lonely interrogation platform on it.

And further afield, there are rows of gradually raised seats that surround the stone platform in a semi-circle.

Now, those seats were filled with whispering wizards—some seventy or so, most of them in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver “W” embroidered on the left front of their chest, symbolizing Wizengamot— —The Wizengamore Wizarding Court is almost here.

At this moment, they all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, some with undisguised curiosity…

“If the Hyperion opened fire here, wouldn’t the highest authority in the British magic world be instantly vacuumed?”

Lockhart couldn’t help but think that as he worked with the Demon King, he began to pay attention to some strange angles.

It’s a pity that the Hyperion should be cruising in the distant Black Sea at this time – besides, he has no right to mobilize the main gun.

There were too many wizards present today, and Elena didn’t want any accident to happen, which would cause the Hyperion to be exposed in advance of the public.

On the other hand, today’s occasion is indeed not suitable for Hyperion.

“The power of words is stronger than any magic or weapon—”

Lockhart murmured silently, this is what Elena told him before today.

In fact, he has always been a little skeptical about this, but when he saw the outline of the speech and the manuscript…

Maybe…

Is Miss Fool really the devil standing at the top of the civilization process?

“Mr. Lockhart, please come to the interrogation table.”

At this moment, a cold male voice came from the front.

Lockhart looked up and saw Cornelius Fudge looking at him indifferently in the center of the row of seats in front of him.

Cornelius Fudge is a big fat man. He usually likes to wear a dark yellow bowler hat, but he specially changed his attire today.

Mr. Minister changed into a pure black wizard’s robe for the first time today, looking like a black tiger that devoured people. In addition, the steady and honest smile on Connelly’s face disappeared, replaced by a cruel one. , hard-edged icy:

He was almost impeached by Lockhart, just a little bit.

Now, Cornelius Fudge intends to let everyone know the fate of provoking the Minister of Magic in front of the world.

“Oh, of course—let’s get it started as soon as possible… Time is precious.”

Lockhart nodded gracefully, walked quickly into the interrogation table, and said with a smile.

As he spoke, he pointed to his throat and added.

“I heard that there are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who will help me cast the Amplification Charm?”

“Dawlish—”

Cornelius Fudge nodded to the side.

A short-haired, sturdy, unsmiling-looking Auror stepped forward quickly.

“The voice is loud—”

Delix drew out his wand, pointed at Lockhart’s throat, and said clearly.

“Sorry, you’re too close…and…”

Before Dawlish could finish speaking, Lockhart suddenly raised his hand and waved at him.

Delixi fell out like a leaf~www.mtlnovel.com~ without any resistance.

Lockhart raised his hand and waved lightly.

The next moment, the wand in Delix’s hand flew into Lockhart’s hand as if it was pulled by a thread.

“I don’t like someone pointing a wand at my head—”

Lockhart said with a smile, without any spells, his voice suddenly became as loud as thunder.

“So……”

“The trial begins? Gentlemen.”

Lockhart’s wand slammed into the sky, and the blue flames only shot into the sky with him at the center.

However, the blazing flames stopped two meters away from him.

The raging fire wave seemed to hit the invisible wall of air, bursting out terrifying dark blue magic sparks.

“Do you think we have no countermeasures?! Lockhart! You are wrong!”

Cornelius Fudge sneered and slowly spread out his palm.

In his palm, a crystal bead with shimmering light shattered into several pieces at some point.

At the same time, mysterious and profound magical runes quickly lit up along the stone platform where Lockhart was located, and instantly formed a magical barrier, isolating Lockhart from the outside field—Amber activated.