Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

As his chest was pierced by the sharp blade flying from behind, Lockhart's wand penetrated directly into the stone wall in front of him with great force.

Am I going to... die again?

Lockhart knelt down weakly on the ground, his gray pupils gradually blurring.

Lorne's footsteps sounded behind him, each step loud.

But to Lockhart's ears, this sound sounded like the god of death, approaching quietly.

"Congratulations, Professor Lockhart"

"Now you are an... immortal."

Lorne thought about the vocabulary for a moment, patted his shoulder and chuckled.

Lockhart was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

He looked at the deformed blade of his wand stuck firmly in the stone wall. Yes, he was indeed penetrated through the entire chest at that moment...

But - why didn't I die!

And wasn't he killed once just now? What happened to the corpse on the ground that was exactly the same as mine!

Yes! Too many questions lingering in his mind

"Professor Lockhart, do you hear me?"

Lorne looked at Lockhart in a daze and couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder.

"…What you just did was all an illusion, right?"

"Obviously, I have been killed by you!"

Lockhart murmured unconsciously.

"Didn't I say that you are already an immortal now?"

Lorne shook his head, used the flying spell to take the bloody long knife, turned it into a mirror and handed it to Lockhart.

"You are indeed a dead person now, and your soul has been summoned back by me."

Lorne said softly

"this is me? Lockhart subconsciously took the mirror and saw that he looked strangely different from before, and there were strange pieces of paper on his chest repairing the wounds.

That was where the sharp blade had penetrated.

He stretched out his hand to touch I touched the wound being repaired and could not feel any pain.

"what did you do to me?"

Lockhart gradually calmed down. He suppressed his complicated emotions and asked.

"It's just taking your soul away from the hands of death."

Lorne shrugged.

Took away my soul?

Or from the hands of death...

If it were normal, Lockhart would have regarded Lorn as a madman when he heard this.

But it is different now, because there is still lying beside him His body, even the blood has not yet coagulated

"what you up to?"

Lockhart stood up, turned to Lorne and asked.

After killing him, he resurrected him.

Lockhart really didn't understand why the little wizard did this.

And what Lorne said was true. , then this magic spell that summons the souls of the dead will definitely cause an uproar.

"I don't have any ideas, I just want to try this spell to see if it works."

Lorne is telling the truth.

After all, from the beginning, he wanted to use Lockhart, the clown, as an experiment to see if there is a pure land in this world.

The result was obviously successful.

"Just to test a magic spell, you killed me?!"

Lockhart's gray eyes widened, and his nose was twisted with anger.

Anyway, he has been killed once, and he has nothing to be afraid of now.

"You wanted to use the Oblivion Curse on me back then."

Lorne walked to Lockhart's body and collected a bottle of his golden hair to prevent any accidents.

"I——"

Lockhart stared at Lorne's handsome face with wide eyes.

I just want you to lose your memory, but you are playing with my soul like a devil!

He looked at the sharp blade on the stone wall, which was transformed from a wand.

As long as he got that wand, he would have the confidence to die with this damn devil.

Noticing Lockhart's movements, Lorne snapped his fingers helplessly.

Immediately afterwards his body became unable to move.

"I put a spell on your body, so you can't do anything against my will."

Unless Lockhart can unlock the filth reincarnation.

But that is impossible, because he is the only one in the world who can use it.

"It would be disrespectful of you not to become the Dark Lord! Lockhart gritted his teeth.

"Thank you, Senior Tom also said this."

Lorne lit a flame with his wand, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to burn into anything.

A fire spell?

Lockhart had an unpleasant idea in his mind.

Then under his disbelieving gaze, Lorne A powerful fire burned his body completely, not even ashes were left.

I have to say, the Fire Spell is really easy to use.

Lorne couldn't help but think

"Okay, don't look at me so angrily."

After noticing Lockhart's cannibalistic gaze, he walked over slowly.

"Look, aren't you living a good life now?"

"And most importantly, you now have endless lifespan and an immortal body."

Hearing this, Lockhart couldn't help but glance at Lorne, and then slowly lowered his head.

He seemed to be thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

"The only condition is to surrender to me."

Lorne raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Lockhart with a pair of light blue eyes.

"No matter how you think about it, it’s a good deal, right?"

"Didn’t you use me as a test subject on the spot?"

Lockhart's tone was sarcastic. He had not forgotten what Lorne said at the beginning.

However, endless lifespan and immortal body...

He looked at himself in the mirror.

These eyes can also be changed back through the transformation spell. , except for these cracks, I don’t know if I can use the repair spell.

"It doesn't matter, your answer is not that important to me"

"After all, I can control you at any time."

Lorne didn't care at all about this sarcastic tone. He looked at the silent Lockhart.

"make a deal!"

After a long time, Lockhart slowly raised his head and gave his answer.

"Wise choice."

Lorne smiled and stretched out his hand to Lockhart.

After hesitating, Lockhart also stretched out his hand.

Looking at that handsome face and bright smile, he couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart..

It’s really terrifying that a second-year wizard can actually develop such a spell.

After letting go, Lorne controlled the spell to completely repair the cracks on Lockhart’s face.

"When this semester is over, you will work for me at the Ministry of Magic."

Lorne said the first mission.

After hearing this, Lockhart looked at the ring on his hand.

He suddenly understood something.