harleyscars Chapter 146 Respect
Chapter 146 Respect
Chapter 146 Respect
At night, Linde stood in the dark corridor on the third floor and looked up at the tall man in front of him.Then he looked at his pocket watch again.
seven fifty
"What do you want to do? Brat." Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, looked at Linde mockingly with his buck teeth crooked.
"What exactly do you want, can you be more direct." Linde sighed. "Anyway, I saw you when you followed me in the auditorium. Why do you deliberately go around to find fault?"
"Finding faults? Did you forget that you humiliated Slytherin's glory?" Flint looked at Linde with an impatient expression in front of him, and his inexplicable anger rose.
"Glory? How can there be any glory in Slytherin." Linde waved his hands indifferently, "Stop joking!"
"I don't have time to play boring house games with you, okay?" Then, he took a sideways step, wanting to walk over.
Unexpectedly, Flint moved again and stood in front of him.
"I don't understand, why are Oliver and Cedric not here? How dare you be so arrogant." Flint pulled out his wand, "It seems that it's time for you to know what respect is."
"Alas!" Linde raised his head slowly,
"I don't understand!"
Flint saw Lind's smiling face.
"Since you don't want to communicate with me on an equal footing,"
Linde didn't pull out his wand, but slowly raised his hand and put it on Flint's shoulder.
"Mudblood, let go of your dog's paw!" Flint wanted to take Linde's hand away in disgust and anger.He reached out and pinched Linde's wrist, trying to shake it off.
"Small arms and legs," thought Flint. "Just a little bit of force..."
click!
"what!"
In the next second, a tragic cry came from his mouth.The severe pain was like a flood, directly disrupting his consciousness.
"The collarbone...is broken..."
At the same time, an extremely huge force came from his shoulders.
Under the pressure of this huge force, his knees trembled uncontrollably,
"Can't resist... can't resist..."
The warning from his body kept echoing in his mind. At this moment, he forgot all dignity and lessons.
boom!
Flint knelt in front of Linde uncontrollably.At the same time, it was accompanied by the sound of bone cracking.
"Since you don't want to communicate with me on an equal footing, then kneel down!"
The wand fell to the ground and slowly rolled away.Looking at Flint who was looking down at him from above, he is now kneeling on the ground, his hands are hanging limply, his left shoulder is twisted strangely, his face is bloodless, his pupils are dilated but obviously distracted.Mouth opened weakly.
This scene
very beautiful.
Linde nodded, then walked away sideways.
pat!
Stepping on his wand, with a little force, the wand broke, and at the break, golden smoke representing magic power slowly floated.
"why why……"
"What kind of monster is this?!"
Flint reluctantly looked at the ceiling, he didn't dare to move at all now, he just felt that every time he moved, he would touch the nerves in his knees and shoulders.
"Ho...ho!"
After barely hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he hoarse his throat, wanting to call for someone to save him.
call!
Suddenly a weak wind came from the left face.
"He...he's right next to me!!" Flint suddenly realized, the inner unhappiness and resentment turned into panic and despair, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"You're hurt here, does it have anything to do with me?" The soft but emotionless voice sounded in his ear.
"I... no! It doesn't matter."
Flint said in a sobbing voice.
"Then how did you get hurt, kid?"
"I... I fell it myself." Flint roared loudly, as if it was a little more imposing.
"I hope the "fact" that your friend said is really like this." Linde patted Flint on the shoulder with satisfaction.
Afterwards, Flint finally heard the sound of footsteps that were fading away. The sound that represented the departure of the demon was like a hymn in his cognition, like the sound of heaven...
Before coming to Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Linde knocked on the door deliberately.
dong dong!
After no one responded, Linde glanced at the time again.
It's one minute to eight.
Lockhart should be in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, right below the office in front of him.
After looking left and right for no one, Linde threw out his wand and pointed it at the keyhole.
"Araho Cave is open!"
click!
Squeezing the doorknob, Linde gently pushed out a gap.Pointing the wand at the gap in front of his mouth, he whispered
"Misty clouds!"
call,
A large cloud of mist spewed out from the tip of the stick, and with his blowing, almost all the mist was blown into the office by Linde.
After the spell was cast, Linde put away his wand and opened the door to enter.At the same time, he quickly reached into his pocket with his left hand to take out a hockey mask and put it on.
As he walked in, the door to the office was closed.Linde's whole body looks much stronger.
Lockhart on the desk muttered in a low voice, "What's going on, why is there so much fog all of a sudden..."
At this time, Linde's eyes were already flickering with a slight blue light, and with his movement, the blue light drew different tracks in the fog.
"It's not like someone broke in..."
As soon as Lockhart on the desk thought about this, he felt himself being lifted up, and the picture was aimed at the sharp corner of the desk.
"Bang!"
Looking at the front again, under the broken photo frame, the paper inside the portrait of Lockhart's body has been roughly torn from the middle, just like a Muggle photo.Return to the state that was drawn at the beginning.
The eight-petal teeth smile brightly at the camera...
"What's the matter? What happened?" Lockhart's voice rang in his ears one after another, but Linde didn't care.Under the thick fog, they could see nothing.
Throwing the 'dead' magic painting on the desk, Linde began to search quickly.
desktop,
Fan letters, medals of honor, and draft paper for practice autographing, several autographed books and autographed photos...
In addition to that picture frame, there is a picture frame.Linde picked it up and saw that there was an old piece of parchment inside, with obvious tear marks on the edge.
There is a line of small characters written on it:
I want to make a career in the future and leave my name in history. — Gilderoy Lockhart.
The handwriting looks crooked and very immature.
He could even imagine the scene: Lockhart, who was still snotty when he was a child, wrote this sentence on paper with endless longing for the future.
pity!
Linde shook his head, and put the frame back to its original position.
Other people's dreams should be respected.
Then, he pulled the drawer under the table again, but didn't open it.Linde was a little overjoyed, because if he didn't pull it away, it meant there was something good.
Thinking about it, Linde's wrist suddenly became thicker, accompanied by a loud noise and the sound of wood being torn along the grain.The drawer was pulled out by Linde at once.
The small box was full of letters of various sizes. Linde kept picking and pulling, his eyes wandering over the letters...
After looking around for a long time, Linde finally confirmed that this box was full of fan letters.
(End of this chapter)