Retirement from Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Lockhart’s Oblivion Curse

Just as Jack and the others were thinking about how to face the situation in front of them, a poisonous blade with an ominous light broke through the shadows and rushed towards Hermione who was walking in the middle.

"Forgotten and forgotten"

"Hermione!"

As Lockhart's voice sounded from behind, Jack turned his head and couldn't help but feel his eyes wide open.

"Except your weapons!"

With a piercing scream, a mass of human bones scattered to the ground from where Hermione's head was struck by Lockhart's Oblivion Curse.Only then did Jack realize that it was not Hermione who was attacked by Lockhart, who had removed his wand.

"I'm so sorry, Professor Lockhart." Jack touched his head in embarrassment. "I was so excited just now."

After he finished speaking, he handed back the wand that had been thrown into his hand by the curse.

"It's nothing. There are always some people in the world who don't like others." Lockhart shook his head gently. "If it were me, I would do the same thing. After all, it's important to be on guard against others."

"But Professor, how did you do this magic you invented? Is the Oblivion Curse actually lethal to the undead?" Hermione, who had been saved by Lockhart, looked at Lockhart with admiration and asked.Apparently she had once again reverted to the ardent admirer of Lockhart's books she had just read over the holidays.

"I didn't actually invent this magic." Lockhart's eyes became blurry as he spoke, lost in memories of the past. "This is the magic that my father spent his whole life researching."

"He even lost his life before I went to school to study this magic. This is the most precious gift he left me." At this point, Lockhart, who was deep in thought, couldn't help but shed a tear. "But when I first came to school, I was still angry with him. I refused to go to Gryffindor, where he asked me to go, according to the Sorting Hat's advice. Instead, I went to Ravenclaw on my own initiative."

"But after I entered Ravenclaw, I realized that I was just a little clever wretch. Thanks to this curse, I was able to graduate from Ravenclaw."

"This spell sounds great, but what effect does it have?" Jack couldn't help but become interested when Lockhart said this.

"He can directly change your soul, whether it is adding knowledge with the help of a pseudo-spirit body or tearing apart part of the soul to make the target amnesia." Lockhart heard someone agree that his father left He couldn't help but excitedly explain the magic that had come down.

"But today this is the first time I have seen the effect of directly tearing apart the souls of the undead. Maybe my father's original idea was to hope that I would become an outstanding undead killer with this spell?" Lockhart said as he spoke. While shaking his head he smiled bitterly. "But I seem to have lived up to his expectations. I turned a good soul spell into a simple forgetfulness spell."

"It's too early to live up to his expectations, Professor Lockhart. Now there is a great opportunity to make your father's magic famous, and you can also take advantage of this opportunity to have a real adventure." Jack said He moved his body to the side.

When Lockhart saw the ominously shining undead factory behind Jack and the undead gradually gathering toward them, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.Then, he strode over Jack and began to release his soul spell on the approaching undead.

"What should we do? Just watch him fight alone?" Looking at more and more undead gradually gathering towards them, Shalio asked Jack.

"Of course not." Jack shook his head firmly.Then, he looked at Dallion, who was standing next to Hermione. "I think you should have a way to send them to where they should be, great Lord Dalyan?"

"Of course," Dallion nodded calmly after hearing Jack's compliment.But the bunch of dull hair on her head that was constantly shaking with excitement betrayed her heart. "But why should I help you?"

"Because the guy inside almost killed Hermione, what's the reason?" Jack said, pointing to the depths of the sewer.

"In that case, I will reluctantly help you once." After hearing Jack's words, Dallion nodded as if he just knew. "Hermione, I give you the right to open the door."

"I ask you, are you a human being?" Hermione took off the glove on her right hand and whispered.

"No, I am the sky, the sky in the pot." A low and mature female voice replied instead of Dallion, who had his facial features tightly closed.

As the spell was completed, an ancient brass key appeared in Hermione's hand.As the key was inserted, the giant lock on Dallion's chest gradually transformed into a deep black hole.As Hermione's right hand penetrated, Dallion involuntarily let out a seductive moan.

"The labyrinth bookshelf with 90 six volumes of phantom books sealed is about to open the door to wisdom."

Following Darien's spell, a large golden book appeared in Hermione's hands.As the pages of the book continued to turn, a spell flashing with magical aura appeared in front of her.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Those who should go should not stay."

As Hermione's spell fell, a dark blue Gate of Hades was projected onto the top of the Undead Factory by the Golden Sun.Countless skeletons that had been scattered by other people's spells and were being reassembled were completely turned into withered bones under the cover of the Gate of Hades.