Chapter 165: Chapter 93: Fated Choice, Frenzied Teaching!_6
"Dentor!"
Ian’s eyes widened.
He couldn’t believe Gilderoy Lockhart had the audacity to go this far! Doesn’t he know his own limits? This is turning the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom into Azkaban!
He looked around at his classmates.
Aside from the terror,
the little wizards, feeling the chill, were trembling, with many even starting to roll their eyes; they had no ability to resist the Dentors.
All the light was being sucked away.
Not to ntion the happiness and warmth from the little wizards—Ian just thought this scene was absurdly ridiculous! How could Gilderoy Lockhart have possibly smuggled a Dentor into the school?
And Dumbledore!
How could he not notice this!? Ian quickly retrieved his Living Map, and sure enough, he didn’t see Dumbledore’s icon on it!
Snape’s icon wasn’t there either!
"This has got to be illegal!" Ian couldn’t imagine Dumbledore agreeing to Gilderoy Lockhart’s teaching thod; he was utterly bewildered by Lockhart’s smuggling technique.
Hogwarts is indeed like a sieve!
"This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, Prince."
Gilderoy Lockhart stood closest to the Dentor, seemingly affected quite a bit. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and spoke in an emotionless, icy voice.
"You’re insane!"
Ian couldn’t bother flattering Gilderoy Lockhart anymore. He was probably the only one present unaffected by the situation, and when he carefully observed the huddled Dentor, he discovered an astonishing truth.
This was actually the Dentor he had previously seen in front of the Owl Shed—Gilderoy Lockhart must have lost his mind and stolen a "recruit" from the Ministry of Magic just to show off!
How did this guy do it!?
With cash?
No ti to ponder this bizarre question, Ian’s two dormmates were beginning to lose their senses, Qiu Zhang and other young wizards’ breathing had even beco weak. Dentors could suck away people’s happiness, hope, and courage, quickly plunging everyone around into despair and fear.
And when this fear reaches its peak, the cold, exhaustion, and weakness, it could result in a coma. Dentors could suck away people’s happiness, hope, and courage, quickly plunging everyone around into despair and fear. And when this fear reaches its peak, cold, fatigue, and powerlessness could lead to either unconsciousness or ntal breakdown.
Of course.
Maybe due to the cage, the Dentor couldn’t co out, but even if it rely raised its head inside the cage, the anomaly it caused was not sothing the young wizards could withstand.
The Dentor, driven by instinct, already displayed its craving, making its existence seem to suck away all warmth and light in the room, along with hope.
"The students can’t take it anymore! What kind of class are you still teaching!" Ian began to suspect that Gilderoy Lockhart was under the Imperio curse, especially since the killer of the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hadn’t been caught!
"They will gain a lot from this class... you will too. This is reality, kid. The real enemy won’t line up waiting for you to grow up just because of your age."
"I believe, after today’s class, they will hate their weakness and beco better wizards." Gilderoy Lockhart sighed.
"Fluorescent Flickering!"
The brilliant light dispelled the darkness in the classroom and reduced much of the bone-chilling cold air, although it ultimately could not eliminate the awful traits carried by the Dentor.
Ian stared at the Dentor in the cage, locking eyes. For so reason, he felt like he could communicate with it, but before he could speak to the Dentor,
"A very strong Lighting Spell... Light of the Soul, capable of illuminating everything." Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly comnted, and Ian noticed that he had opened his eyes at so point.
Those blue eyes.
Deeply terrifying.
Gave Ian a creepy feeling—Lockhart? Voldemort!? How could the master of the Obliviate curse have such deanor and sharp eyesight? As Ian felt his scalp tingle, realizing things were wrong, his heart sank as sothing unexpected happened.
"The Lighting Spell can’t counter the Dentor; no matter how brilliant your Light of the Soul is, the correct way..." Gilderoy Lockhart raised his magic wand.
Ian wanted to curse him.
Yet found his left hand raised and couldn’t move, though he could still perform magic, his wand obviously couldn’t aim at Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Protegon Diabolica!"
Ian could only ignite a ring of Fiery Fire around him for defense; this was the exclusive technique of Grindelwald’s grandfather, Aurora, from "Advanced Dark Arts Unveiled."
It could form a circle of fla shield around the caster, with so resistance to magic effects; of course, Ian wasn’t just trying to use it for defense.
"There!"
Ian attempted to guide the Fiery Fire with his will towards the Dentor beside Gilderoy Lockhart.
No matter whether this guy was under the Imperio curse or himself a Polyjuice Potion user, daring to bring a Dentor before young wizards was reason enough for Ian to seek to kill him.
Strike first!
Or get into trouble later!
Attack is the best defense!
"Ha, well learned."
Gilderoy Lockhart waved his wand, redirecting Ian’s Fiery Fire elsewhere.
"But that’s not part of today’s lesson. Learn with , kid, the right way to deal with Dentors; it should be called... Summoning God Guardian!"
Seeming genuinely intent on teaching.
With the utterance of the spell, Gilderoy Lockhart’s wand tip began to flicker with gentle light. This was a sign of magic energy accumulating inside the wand.
Then.
The inner wand seed to be activated by a mysterious force.
Silver substance began to gush out.
Warm.
And beautiful.
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