Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 98 A desperate struggle reveals the victim once again.

Chapter 99 A desperate struggle reveals the victim once again.

Picking up where we left off, Lockhart was greatly alarmed upon hearing Salazar's words.

It's such a shame that someone was killed because of compassion!

"Wait! Mr. Slytherin, I—"

"Chop him into small pieces with a knife."

Upon hearing this, Lockhart was terrified and nearly drowned.

Harry snapped out of his reverie and, upon hearing Salazar's words, laughed, "Brother wants me to kill this scoundrel, but what will I offer in return?"

"Today I'll also try out this damn balance law."

"Not bad, Harry." Salazar raised an eyebrow. "You're starting to resemble the wizards of my time more and more."

"You seem to prefer using weapons? I can teach you a set of Godric's sword techniques."

"Although he's not very bright, his swordsmanship is indeed quite good."

Upon hearing this, Harry laughed and said, "My martial arts skills are not to be called unparalleled in the world, but they are certainly first-rate. I don't need any other sword techniques to rely on."

"Are you sure? Godric's swordsmanship is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Heh, brother, you haven't seen my skills yet."

"Alright, since you don't believe it, then let the law of equilibrium be our witness."

Salazar plucked a flower from his side, drawing it into a straight line, and said, "I will use Godric's swordsmanship to save Lockhart's life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the line didn't diminish at all.

Salazar remained unfazed. "Looks like I overestimated Godric. He's not that good."

"But are you really that skilled? Even Godric can't compare to you."

"Brother, you don't know, but my skills have been honed since I was a child, and I've never been off for a single day."

As the two were talking to themselves, Lockhart quietly took out his wand, suddenly sat up straight, and exclaimed, "Forget everything!"

It was truly a desperate fight, a fight to the death with no way out. Lockhart knew that both Harry and Lockhart wanted him dead, so how could he not pick up his wand to save himself?

Moreover, since the students were off-campus, they couldn't use any magic spells. The two of them were also three to five meters apart, so even if they swung their swords, it would be a few minutes too late.

Lockhart was overjoyed as he watched the Oblivion Charm erupt from the tip of his staff.

We won! He didn't even have time to react!

If Harry's memory can be erased, then no one will know what he said today!

Then we can extract some great secrets from Salazar that are thousands of years old—once this book is written, it will definitely be a hit in the magical world!

Lockhart was overjoyed when Harry shouted, "Protect yourself!"

Suddenly, a golden bell-like barrier appeared around him. The Oblivion Spell struck the barrier, but it bounced back like a flying fish hitting a fishing net, striking Lockhart squarely in the heart.

Lockhart, having been struck by his own curse, went limp and collapsed to the ground, no longer able to move.

You ask how Harry dared to use magic outside of school? It turns out that Dumbledore had already made arrangements for him and relayed a message to the Ministry of Magic.

While I am not yet back from this journey, I may use the spell without fear.

Salazar examined the curse closely and said with slight surprise, "This Oblivion Curse is quite ingenious. I'm actually a little reluctant to kill him now."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Harry grabbed Salazar and pulled him into his arms to open it; it was Snape.

Seeing that Harry was safe and sound, Snape glanced into the room and raised an eyebrow, saying, "It seems you went through a rather intense process to persuade Lockhart."

"So, he's willing to go back to Hogwarts—tsk, to teach?"

Harry cupped his hands in apology and said, "Professor, you've arrived far too early. I haven't even gotten to the crucial point yet."

"Ha! I'd rather believe you behave yourself for a week than believe that a cowardly and incompetent idiot like Lockhart would dare to go back to school."

Snape tossed his robes and walked out. "You'd better hurry, Potter! I'm not your babysitter—"

Before he could finish speaking, the door slammed shut again with a loud bang.

Startled by the noise, Lockhart groggily opened his eyes. "How did I fall asleep... Harry! What are you doing in my house?!"

He scrambled to his feet in alarm, caught sight of the shredded manuscript on the ground, and screamed again.

"My new book! Who did this?!"

Seeing this, Harry thought to himself: This guy's spell was supposed to make me forget what happened today, but he ended up forgetting me completely instead.

He drew his sword and stepped forward, saying, "It is I, the swordsman."

Lockhart's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Harry's words.

wrong!

I've been exposed!

Listen, sir: This fellow is adept at using forgetfulness spells, and he is truly remarkable. He knows in his heart the changes in appearance before and after being affected by the spell, as well as the methods of verification.

Now that Harry has suddenly appeared at home and is racking his brains but can't recall the time he tore up the manuscript, he knows he must have been under the Oblivion Curse.

He heard the sound of the ring knife being drawn, and was so startled that he almost lost his mind. He thought that Harry had seen through his dirty deeds and was trying to kill him to vent his anger.

Lockhart, being quick-witted, suddenly jumped up and stomped on the manuscript several times.

"That's right! This kind of utter nonsense shouldn't even exist!"

"All the things I wrote before should be taken down, and the royalties should be distributed to the people involved in those stories."

"And I should spend the rest of my life in Azkaban!"

Having said that, Lockhart's heart pounded like a drum, and cold sweat poured down his back. He could only wait for Harry's decision.

Seeing his obsequious manner, Harry thought to himself: This fellow has said such humble and subservient things, but I don't know how to make a move right now.

He then recalled Salazar's words, sheathed his sword, and said, "Since that's the case, I'll temporarily keep your head for now."

"If they dare to commit any more crimes in the future, I will personally take them away!"

"Oh! Don't worry, Harry, I—"

Lockhart finished speaking, then abruptly stopped. His eyes were fixed on Harry, and a sudden flutter rose in his heart.

This is...this is...this is what it feels like to write a best-selling book!

No! This feeling is stronger than when I wrote any best-selling book!

This is at least a book that will go down in history!

Lockhart was like a cat seeing fish or a mouse smelling oil, his mind itching with desire, but he couldn't figure out what secret Harry had forgotten.

His expression shifted inscrutable as he watched Harry leave. Despite his fear of the basilisk, he was unwilling to let the book that had swept the wizarding world go to waste.

"Wait! Harry, are you going back to Hogwarts?"

"Exactly."

Upon hearing this, Lockhart hurriedly changed his clothes. "Ahem, I'll go with you—I'm still a little reluctant to leave Hogwarts and everyone..."

Before long, the two came out of the house.

When Snape saw Lockhart had indeed been reinstated, his bat-like eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh, good evening, Severus! Are you here to see us off?" Lockhart asked cheerfully, glancing at Snape a few times. "Huh? Your eyes are a little red, did you just cry—"

"I don't think we're that close, Mr. Lockhart!" Snape said coldly, stretching out his arms with a grim expression. "Now, hold on tight to me!"

He then used Apparition, and the three of them returned to Hogwarts.

Once inside the school, Snape took Lockhart to find Dumbledore, while Harry went to the Great Hall to fill his stomach.

It was mealtime, and when Harry arrived, he found the Great Hall doors tightly shut, and not a sound could be heard from within. It was as quiet as an ancient temple in a desolate mountain, as eerie as an empty tomb.

This defied common sense, and Harry was suddenly startled, thinking to himself: Damn it! Could it be that trouble has struck again!

(End of this chapter)