Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart who passed out, disappointed.

Although she usually thinks Lockhart is a vain and mediocre liar, she never expected Lockhart as a professor but could not even control a group of little wizards.

Professor McGonagall sighed and waved his magic wand to summon a basin of water to pour on Lockhart's face, trying to wake him up, but Lockhart remained motionless, no reaction at all...

Ivan, who was watching by the side, looked very strange, and had some vague guesses.

Professor McGonagall's face even darkened, but he didn't say anything. He directly lifted some of the little wizards injured in the melee with the Levitating Charm, and prepared to send them to the school hospital together.

But because there were so many injured people, Professor McGonagall turned his head and said to Ivan.

"You come and take the rest, and Professor Lockhart!"

Ivan nodded and used the Levitation Charm synchronously to transport the rest of the people away.

"As for you!" Before leaving, McGonagall looked at the little wizards in Gryffindor, pointed to the mess around the venue, and said again.

"I will give you an hour to clean up everything here! And never use cleaning magic!"

Wood and the others were initially anxious due to the deduction of points. Now they heard that such a large stadium would be cleaned up within an hour, and that magic could not be used, so they wailed.

George and Fred were about to collapse.

They were very clear about the big dung eggs they made. Not only did they smell unpleasant, they were also difficult to remove, and they couldn't be cleaned in such a short time.

But Professor McGonagall doesn't care about this. If she doesn't see a clean court when she comes back, then it won't be just such a simple punishment.

The little snakes at Slytherin College were not doing well either, because McGonagall ordered them to stay and clean.

As for how many college points Slytherin will be deducted for this gathering to fight, it will be up to their Dean Snape to decide...

Ivan was somewhat fortunate, because he didn't need to stay to clean up the big dung eggs, but could follow Professor McGonagall to transport injured students who were inconvenient to move to the school hospital.

In the school hospital, Mrs. Pomfrey had just placed a patient. When she turned her head, she saw Lockhart floating in front of seven or eight little wizards carried by Ivan and McGonagall with a floating spell. It is very conspicuous.

"Oh my god, what the hell is going on? Has there been an attack on the campus? Even Professor Lockhart was injured?" Madam Pomfrey hurriedly greeted me and directed Ivan to put the patient on the free bed. .

"No, it's just a group of students watching football. As for Professor Lockhart, he may just be tired and want to rest." Professor McGonagall shook his head.

Madam Pomfrey, who was skilled in treatment, naturally quickly realized that Lockhart was pretending to be dizzy, and suddenly glanced at Lockhart who was lying on the hospital bed with contempt.

Turning to check the wounds of a few little wizards, they found that they were all skin injuries, which could be treated with a simple healing spell, and Madam Pomfrey was relieved immediately.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, where's Harry?" Ivan asked aloud.

"I have dealt with Potter's injury almost, but he is still in a coma, I think he should be able to wake up after a long sleep." Madam Pomfrey gently explained, and then dealt with the other people's injuries. .

Professor McGonagall didn't stay too much. After sending the little wizards with disabilities to the school hospital, he turned and left without even calling Ivan.

She may think that Ivan wants to be with friends here...

Ivan walked to Harry's hospital bed and looked at Harry, who was still unconscious, and felt that Dobby was really cruel.

If the Wandering Ball and Ghost Flying Ball that ran away at that time were a little bit off, they might just hit the head directly.

However, as a house elf, Dobby can freely use magic like Apparition in Hogwarts, and it is not easy to catch it.

Let Dumbledore worry about it...

Ivan shook his head, thinking that after the attack, Dumbledore would definitely talk to Harry, and the old principal would know that there was a house elf doing things in the school, and he didn't need to worry about him.

Just as Ivan was about to leave, Lockhart, who was lying on the next hospital bed, "woke up" with his head leisurely.

"What's wrong with me? How come I am in the school hospital? Hals, can you tell me what happened just now?" Lockhart asked blankly.

Ivan paused, watching the performance of the other side quietly,

However, Ivan didn't expect Lockhart to "wake up" at this time, wondering about the reason in his heart, and replying freely on his lips.

"Professor Lockhart, you should have been knocked out on the court."

"Is that so?" Lockhart asked with a suddenly realized expression, but he kept staring at the ring and bracelet in Ivan's hand, and asked casually.

"I just saw you in the Quidditch arena, you released the iron armor curse without casting a spell. Is it because you have any magic items in your hand?"

Ivan looked at Lockhart playfully, and knew what the other party had done for him, and said directly.

"Yes, these magic props are made by me using a lot of precious materials. For example, this protective ring, just input magic power, you can instantly cast a kind of magic similar to the iron armor curse..."

Ivan talked to Lockhart about the effects of the protective ring.

Lockhart's heart was moved, and this time the chaos of the Quidditch pitch made him lose face.

Now Lockhart urgently needs to do something to restore his reputation.For example, show off your "excellent" strength in public...

But Lockhart still has some self-knowledge, knowing that he has focused on gaining fame and glory over the years and has abandoned the practice of magic.

So much so that when I needed magic, I realized that I could make mistakes and runaways even when releasing a few simple spells.

At this level, let alone prove the strength, it is hard not to make a fool of yourself.

So before on the Quidditch court, Lockhart had some ideas after seeing Ivan using magic props to show off.

"How about? Professor, do you want to buy a protective ring? I can make a luxurious gold version for you..." Ivan said seductively.

In Ivan's mind, Lockhart is a local tyrant among local tyrants.

Apart from anything else, just this time when he took up the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor, Lockhart forced all his students to sell the best-selling books, and he could earn tens of thousands of gold gallons...

This ability to grab money is simply exploding!