Chapter 259: Forgotten professor

"Professor Lockhart?" Jon couldn't help blurting out.
"Professor... do you know him?" Judy was stunned, and then reacted: "Wait, no way... that Lockhart... is he a wizard?"
"Yes." Jon nodded.
"This is ridiculous, he would actually be a wizard?" Judy screamed with an incredible face, "Why is there such a wizard, wearing slippers and shorts, whistling at bikini girls on the beach every day... …Should you not hold the broom magic book and huddle in the castle all day to do some weird research?"
"This...There must be many kinds of wizards!" Jon stammered.
"Then he is definitely the worst kind!" Judy snorted coldly, "I have to tell your father to be careful!"
"Could it be that Eric also wears slippers and shorts, on the beach every day..." Jon asked tentatively.
"He dare!" Judy's voice changed abruptly at first, but soon became softer again: "Your father is mainly reading books recently. He is going to apply for a JD from Stanford or Yale!"
"What about you?" Jon asked curiously.
"I'm also busy with big things too!" Mrs. Hart said mysteriously, "Come with me!"
Jon hurriedly followed his mother to a room with large glass windows.
There are colorful paints on the table, and all kinds of oil paintings are hung on the wall beside it...Although the oil paintings look like this, they all seem terrible, even a little horrible.
"Are you learning to paint?" Jon asked.
"Yeah..." Judy nodded proudly, and pointed to a sea view on one side: "Look at this, how is the drawing?"
"The painting is very good." Jon said somewhat against his will.
"It looks like you and your dad have good aesthetics!" She nodded in satisfaction.
...
His mother helped Jon tidy up a small house, and he soon settled down in his "new home" in Corsica.
I have to say that the climate in the middle of the Mediterranean is very good, even if you wear two clothes to go out on the Christmas holiday night, you don't feel the coldness at all.
After walking out of his parents’ small building, Jon came to the house next door, Gidro Lockhart.
Lockhart's courtyard door was not locked, and Jon easily passed through and knocked on the door.
"Who?" Guidro Lockhart's lazy voice came from inside: "Is it Annie...Sophie...or Alizee?"
Jon knocked the door a few more times.
"Tell me who it is...or else I won't open the door for you!" Lockhart seemed to have walked to the gate and said in an ambiguous tone: "Or you are outside the door and take off your clothes. ..."
"Alohoora!" Jon simply took out the bamboo wand and shouted.
With a bang, the door fell in response... Guidro Lockhart, who was wearing only one shorts, stood there dumbfounded.
"Good evening, professor." Jon said calmly.
"Oh, Merlin's beard..." Poor Lockhart seemed to be frightened, and it took a while to react: "I thought it was the Auror... So it was you, Jon."
"I think Fudge has concentrated all the Aurors in the UK now, to deal with Dumbledore!" Jon said with a smile, "Long time no see, Professor."
"It's been a long time since I saw you...but I am not a professor now. Although I have been a professor for a while, it was a very bad experience." Lockhart shrugged, but his face also showed a relieved expression: "Please Come in!"
Jon walked into Lockhart’s small building, pointed the bamboo wand at the collapsed door, and whispered softly:
"Restore as before (reparo)!"
The fallen gate rose again, and then closed.
...
"What do you want to drink, whiskey, brandy, or Lafite?" Lockhart waved his magic wand, and several wine bottles floated to his table with Jon.
"Isn't there any addiction?" Jon asked jokingly.
"Oh, Merlin's beard..." Lockhart's expression looked a little hurt: "Jon, do I still need ecstasy?"
"Theoretically, it doesn't seem necessary." Jon nodded and asked again, "Professor Dumbledore asked you to protect my parents?"
"Of course!" Lockhart replied, "Principal Dumbledore also told me that you are not dead... Hey, I thought I saw your death in the newspaper, but I shed a few tears for you. ."
"Then I am here to apologize to you!" Jon stood up and raised his glass.
"I'm honored!" Lockhart also stood up and bowed gracefully.
The two sipped wine while chatting.
"It should be safe here!" Jon asked with some concern.
"Absolutely safe..." Lockhart replied without hesitation: "The power of the mysterious people has not spread here at all, and they will not notice this small island with few wizards in the Mediterranean."
"What about my parents~EbookFREE.me~ They didn't trouble you?" Jon continued to ask.
"How could it be...your father, Eric, he is a great guy, although arguments with him always end in my failure."
"As for your mother... Although she is not young, she is still very charming..."
Seeing Jon’s slightly changing face, Lockhart quickly added: "This is just a compliment, a compliment... I have had enough girls recently hooked up, and my body is a little overwhelming... I even have to start to eliminate it with the Forgetting Curse. Part of the memory makes them forget me..."
"Hey, professor...you have to be careful when you get old...kong shed tears!" Jon said with a smile.
"I'll talk about things in the future!" Lockhart said indifferently.
...
The two continued to chat like this, just like an old friend they hadn't seen for many years.
"A year and a half ago, Principal Dumbledore told me that you easily erased the memories of Potter and Granger without any problems!" Lockhart seemed to think of something and raised a big gesture to Jon. Thumb: "Good job!"
"But I still have some questions about the forgetting spell; I always feel that I can't use it handily." Jon asked softly.
"This is normal!" Lockhart said lightly, "Because you only learned to invade memories, and you don't know how to read them."
"Reading memory?" Jon frowned.
"A very complicated and very useful spell!" Lockhart drank the red wine in the glass in one breath: "For example, there is a girl who is indifferent to you... You can quietly read her memory and understand her. His hobbies and weaknesses...so that the next date you can have the upper hand!"
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