Chapter 60: cost

　　All the gifts of fate have already secretly marked the price.
　　 Malfoy thought of this sentence he had read.
　　 The current breeze of Lockhart on the stage, obviously everything is due to him, but now he is like a savior-like appearance, seemingly unfair.
　　 But in fact it is quite fair.
　　He has already paid a heavy price for this.
　　 Because perhaps Merlin only knows how long Lockhart can live now.
　　 Even in the world where magic exists, there are some laws that need to be observed, such as Gump’s basic deformation laws, which are vaguely similar to some theorems discovered by physicists in Muggle society in a certain sense.
　　 That is conservation.
　　 The original Ginny could have escaped because the diary was destroyed. It could be explained that the vitality deprived by the diary was returned to her.
　　 What about Lockhart? Maybe he is not so lucky, because he may have overdrawn his future long ago.
　　 There are Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald at the top of the pyramid in the magic world. There should be no dispute about this. No matter in terms of mana or spell-casting skills, they are all "God"-level characters.
As for the second echelon, some of the professors at Hogwarts who are proficient in combat should be able to count. Even so, Snape can be regarded as the leader. In the original story, he can slightly compete with Professor McGonagall. In the upper hand, Flitwick can also retreat after joining the battle, and his strength cannot be underestimated.
　　 So the question is, how much does Lockhart have to pay to defeat Snape in a regular duel? Even though Snape might be underestimated.
　　 This question may only be answered by Merlin.
　　 As a cult leader, Lord Voldemort, even if it is only in his youth, it should be very common to master some black magic that overdraws his life to enhance his strength.
　　 Lockhart might have to thank him for his talents, or else he might not be able to stand on the stage now and brag about his merits.
　　 Time back to not long ago.
"Professor, I suggest you pay attention to Lockhart." Some hoarse and low voices came out of Snape's mouth. A first-class wizard would not be arrogant or infinitely arrogant. He has a clear understanding of his own strength. Snape didn't have students who seemed so concerned about victory or defeat, even though Ron and Harry thought his face was scary white after the defeat. He is more concerned about someone's abnormality and someone's safety than victory.
　　 So Snape suggested to Dumbledore after the duel club.
　　 The office was still clouded, and silverware was constantly vomiting smoke. Dumbledore carefully tore a piece of candy packaging at the table, as if he hadn't noticed Snape's suggestion.
"Severus, please help an old man whose hands and feet are not very easy, such as tearing the packaging of candy for him." Dumbledore didn't lift his eyelids, and threw a piece of candy in front of him to Sri Lanka. Nep.
　　 This is really a clumsy way to transfer topics.
　　 "Dah", the sugar fell to the ground. There was a slight banging sound on the floor, as if declaring Snape's protest.
　　 Obviously, he did not come next.
　　 "Oh, okay, Severus." Dumbledore felt the anger of the person in front of him rising, even though he remained silent silently.
　　 "You are too suspicious." Dumbledore spit out this sentence slowly, the old thick voice seemed to have the magic power of calming mind.
"We don't have extra energy to care about the strength of a professor. As far as I know, Lockhart is also a great figure during school. Isn't it normal for a good student to grow into a good teacher?" Deng Bu Lido smiled at Snape.
　　 "But..." Snape clenched his wand.
"I know what you want to say~EbookFREE.me~ No matter how good the teacher is, I can't avoid accidents in the classroom. After all, this is his first class. Tension is inevitable." Dumbledore looked at Si. Nep continued at a glance: "I don't think you can guarantee that Neville Longbottom will not make a mistake in class?"
　　 "But..." Snape wanted to go on and was interrupted by Dumbledore again.
"Professor Snape, my suggestion is that you better care about your pharmacy. Mandela grass will still depend on you to make potions when it is mature." Dumbledore's tone became more serious and deeper, seeming to think of Students who were petrified.
　　 "Very good, Mr. Principal, I think you will be satisfied."
Snape no longer insisted, and lifted his large robe back, striding out of the door, but when his last foot was about to step out of the door, a cold voice still concealed a lingering order. The anger of palpitations.
　　 "It's just that I hope you will find me the medicine I configured next time. There is no word "resurrection" as a prefix.
　　After the words were finished, the door of the office closed quietly and automatically, but under this calm, perhaps the undercurrent surging.
　　 "Waste is not an act worth advocating."
　　 Dumbledore sighed softly while groping, picked up the candy that had just fallen, and dusted the dust. Then I began to look for a place where I could tear open the package.
　　 "Sting." The package was torn apart.
　　Different from the situation that hurt my brain just now, Dumbledore now looks at ease.
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