Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue - Chapter 1304

“Gilderoy Lockhart! Stop it!”

Almost at the same time as Lockhart started to attack, Kingsley rushed out.

Since the range of Hogwarts limits the apparition magic, the Auror’s encirclement is a little slower.

Under everyone’s attention, Kingsley swooped like a cheetah, appeared in front of Lockhart in an instant, drew his wand, and sternly blocked the members of the Wizengamore Court, senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and Lockhart. Between Harts, the light golden magic shield quickly lit up, like an enlarged version of the medieval siege tower shield.

“Put down your wand! Lockhart, or I’ll arrest you on the spot for arrest, court disturbance…etc!”

Kingsley shouted righteously, facing Lockhart’s flames without fear.

The dark blue demonic flames surged, hitting the invisible amber barrier non-stop—the Quidditch pitch echoed with a heart-pounding thunderous roar.

Dozens of Aurors rushed to the trial site one after another, pulled out their wands, and aimed at the trial table as if facing an enemy, as if there was a man-devouring fire dragon crouching there.

No, to be more precise, it may be a large group of tyrannical fire dragons: even the weakest “Demon King-level” wizard requires twenty wizards to repel.

“Relax, Chief Auror – I’m not the enemy of the Order World.”

Lockhart said with a smile, as bright as ever.

He walked onto the stone platform unhurriedly, and raised his right wand flatly towards Fudge and the others in front of him.

squeak—

Connelly Fudge and others stepped back subconsciously.

The legs of the high-back chair rubbed against the ground, making some harsh noises.

Even though Professor McGonagall made repeated promises, and he had tested the effect of the “Amber” barrier in advance, Fudge was still a little scared.

In fact, the “arrests” published in the “Daily Prophet” are not really the full picture.

Kingsley Shacklebolt and others failed to knock down Lockhart.

Rather than saying that the Ministry of Magic “arrested” Lockhart, it would be better to say that Lockhart chose to “turn himself in”.

After knocking down seventeen Aurors in a row, Lockhart voluntarily put down his wand and let the Aurors imprison him for trial.

“Verified by the British Ministry of Magic, Gilderoy Lockhart is a true ‘Demon King-level’ wizard.”

This is a note written in a special booklet of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Since Grindelwald almost destroyed the world, the International Federation of Wizards has redefined the “Demon King” wizard.

Very simple, with only one line of description: Demon King-level wizards can only be repelled, but cannot be defeated.

Cornelius Fudge looked at the wand pointed at him in horror and swallowed.

“Guidero Lockhart, you—”

“Shh—”

Before he could finish his words, Lockhart matched his left index finger in front of his lips.

At the same time, he gently released the wand in his hand, and the wand he had taken from Dawlish floated quietly in mid-air.

“I said just now that wands shouldn’t be pointed at other people’s heads—that’s rude.”

Lockhart pointed the index finger of his left hand slightly forward and said with an elegant smile.

The next moment, the wand spun at a high speed like a drill, breaking out of the “amber” barrier little by little.

“Damn it! He has a way to break through that layer of protection—”

Cornelius Fudge’s eyes widened, and he stumbled to the side, yelling.

“Catch him! Catch him! Don’t let that guy here—”

“Dizzy!”

“Dizzy!”

Kingsley and the others roared loudly.

Dozens of dazzling red beams light up on the field.

The spell swept through the air, hitting the stone platform where Lockhart was standing in a staggered manner.

However, all the magic seemed to hit the soft sponge and disappeared into the air without a sound.

And that magic wand finally broke out of the barrier completely, shooting towards the front like a sharp arrow.

“Be careful, Mr. Minister!”

Kingsley Shacklebolt rushed out like a cheetah.

He waved his wand, like a shield, towards the whistling tip.

“Broken to pieces—”

“Blossoms bloom—”

Two magic spells sounded at the same time.

Kingsley’s wand shot a dazzling magic beam, hitting the tip of the whistling wand squarely.

Just when everyone thought there would be a loud noise, the arrow-like wand suddenly turned into bright red rose petals.

The magic beam crossed the petals, and the turbulent air waves made the petals swirl and dance in the air.

“Then, now—”

While the petals were flying, the sound of the flashing lights around was incessant.

Lockhart stood gracefully in front of the interrogation table and said softly with a bright smile.

“Can the trial begin? Gentlemen—I’m sure you must have prepared quite a few questions?”

“Ah,” said Fudge, looking completely disenchanted, looking left and right, “Lockhart, yes, so you—er—er—you’re now ready to face the Wizengamore Court. Now, right? You should know that you have committed so many shameful, despicable crimes, well, the evidence is solid…”

“The trial of March 22—”

said Amelia Burns, looking at Lockhart calmly.

“Hearing Gilderoy Lockhart’s breach of the International Confederation of Wizarding Secrecy Act, the Wizengamore Code, the Restraining of Dangerous Dark Creatures Act, among others. Interrogator: Minister for Magic Connelly Oswald Fudge; Director of Magical Law Enforcement Division Amelia Susan Burns…”

Following Ms. Burns’ voice, Cornelius Fudge quickly regained his composure, coughed lightly, and resumed leading the trial.

However, the pre-emptive schemes planned by the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamore Court were naturally unable to continue.

Lockhart stood suavely in the middle of the stone platform, as if he was being interviewed, not interrogated.

……

“Professor Lockhart… I didn’t expect him to be quite handsome.”

On the stand not far away, Hermione looked at the blond wizard below and whispered.

The materials of the Great Arcana Council will not record everyone’s strength, of course, there is no way to quantify it.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the first time she had seen Lockhart cast spells with her own eyes.

Compared with Elena’s savage magic, Lockhart’s magic is undoubtedly much more elegant in terms of visual effects and atmosphere.

“Cough, Professor Lockhart is engaged—”

Elena coughed lightly and casually reminded her with a calm expression.

“However, his magical strength is not bad…otherwise Dumbledore would not have invited him to teach at the school.”

“As…a grammar professor?”

Hermione glanced at Elena and raised her brows slightly.

Since there are parents and other wizards around, Hermione can’t directly oppose Elena.

If she remembered correctly, Lockhart could either teach at Hogwarts or join the Destiny Group…

All these things seem to be presided over by Elena. This white-haired dumpling is very bad. Professor Dumbledore doesn’t know how many black culprits have been taken.

“What is that layer of magic protection? That guy Lockhart – he can actually resist so many Aurors’ attacks?!”

Lucius Malfoy looked down in shock, and he graduated a little earlier than Lockhart.

When he was in school, Lockhart was just a big talker, but he didn’t have the magic power he has now.

More importantly, that was a dozen or so Aurors! Dozens of magic spells set fire!

Even the Dark Lord – er – the one who was beaten to death in public not long ago – probably wouldn’t be able to counteract so many spells so lightly, right? !

“Amber, Hogwarts’ exclusive magic protection.”

Elena explained solemnly, and glanced at the adults in the box.

“This is the result of Professor Dumbledore’s alliance with some top wizards. I heard that he borrowed some of the magic of Hogwarts Castle.”

“Only Mr. Principal knows the specific magic principle. All we can do now is to open it. As for closing it, we have to wait for the end of time…”

The same explanation appeared in the box where Professor McGonagall was, and in the whispers of the Wizengamore Tribunal.

Dumbledore, who “evaporated from the world”, is undoubtedly the most ideal candidate for “taking the blame”.

With the end of this public trial, the “Amber” magic will be firmly stamped with the labels of “Dumbledore’s” and “Hogwarts”.

On the other hand, until no one cracks the mystery of space amber, this almost absolute defensive magical barrier can also be used as a major safety feature of Hogwarts’ external publicity, which will be used for the follow-up new term to expand enrollment and on-campus. Linked with foreign academic seminars, and even undertake the publicity and interpretation of some important magic conferences.

Of course, at this point in time, its most important use is…

Provides an undisturbed, uninterrupted, oversized public speaking environment for Mr. Hanged Man.

……

Not far away, the members of Wizengamore were still chatting.

Visitors to the International Confederation of Wizards, as well as celebrities of magical society, were equally disturbed.

However, when Cornelius Fudge spoke, everyone fell silent.

Not because of authority, but because everyone wanted to know how Lockhart would respond to the Wizengamore court charges.

“Okay then—” Fudge said, a little uneasily, “and now it’s the… accusation, yes.”

He stood up, took out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents, took a deep breath, and read aloud.

“The International Confederation of Wizards, the Wizengamore Tribunal, and the Ministry of Magic charge the accused with the following offences:”

“The defendant deliberately and knowingly violated the Statute of Secrecy by revealing the secrets of the wizarding world in front of a number of Muggles and werewolves;”

“The defendant has repeatedly attacked innocent wizards over the past six years, stealing their stories for autobiographical content;”

“Defendant…”

“Oh, pause for a moment.”

Lockhart suddenly interrupted Connelly’s statement.

He looked at the Minister of Magic and shrugged helplessly.

“Well, if you want me to say, in the past few years, my crimes have been too many.”

“If I finish reading one by one, the audience present, and even myself may not be able to remember…”

“This is a necessary procedure, Mr. Lockhart.”

Ms. Burns frowned in displeasure and said coldly.

“As a defendant, you have the right to understand your allegations and to refute and explain some of them.”

“Oh, I understand the terms of the law very well—in fact, you see, at one point I wanted to run for Minister of Magic.”

Lockhart said softly with a smile, he straightened his back and looked around at the Wizengamore members around him.

“I’m just saying, maybe we can get past some unnecessary steps…”

“For example—”

Lockhart said unhurriedly and slowly.

“Yes, I admit to all crimes…”

“The allegations against me by the Wizengamore Court, the unfinished content of the UU reading www.uukanshu.com – whatever it is.”

“Meanwhile, I accept all the judgments of the Wizengamore Court against me.”

Lockhart smiled and clapped his hands, looking at Cornelius Fudge and others with a relaxed expression.

“Oops – you see, this saves a lot of time, you can now directly pronounce the sentence.”

“What the **** are you doing?! Lockhart!”

Kingsley Shacklebolt growled angrily, staring angrily at Lockhart.

“Are you kidding us? This is the public trial you proposed!”

“Well, yes—”

Lockhart nodded with a smile and said calmly.

“But you see, you got the result you wanted, isn’t this a happy thing?”

“And as we discussed before, I will continue to plead guilty and explain.”

“About the motives for all my heinous crimes…”

“because-”

Lockhart took a deep breath and looked around at the densely packed faces above.

“I have a dream-“