Chapter 252

"Er... I'm so naive that I believe Lao Deng's head is not cheating!"

HEMA roared and looked at a pile of light bulbs next to her. She was suddenly tired of snacks. Although she could use infinitely extended cloth bags or utensils, he didn't bring tools this time.

Originally, he did think he would buy some things, but he had decided on the strategy of magic express and increasing money.

But these things were ordered by the school, and he couldn't find anyone to send them to him now. They were empty here, and he was a little difficult to get.

"The little wizard... Do you have any difficulties?" Just behind HEMA, who was at a loss, a very magnetic voice sounded behind her.

"Hello, sir, I really have some difficulties." HEMA replied, turned her head and found a very familiar face. He subconsciously retreated for several meters.

"Lockhart!! Why are you here? "

HEMA looked at the handsome blonde man not far away, and the runes on her body began to soar, ready to fight at any time!

"Alas? Is that you? Dear classmate Aibo, long time no see! "

"Hoo, why, do you want me to get you to the Ministry of magic myself."

"I'm not guilty. Why should I be sent to the Ministry of magic? I'm just an author."

"But you took Voldemort's diary. Did you say you were controlled?"

"I didn't. You see, I'm very energetic, but I did get something from that book, but the soul in it has indeed dissipated, which is certain."

Lockhart slowly approached, and HEMA felt the magic breath of each other. He was not only twice as strong as in the first grade, but seemed to have reached the level of Auror.

But how about that? He's HEMA Abbott. It's no different that the other party has become stronger, but he's strange that Lockhart gives him the feeling now.

Compared with the publicity, lying and frivolous atmosphere in the past, it has become a lot more serious, and the spirit seems to be much better.

It's not like being captured or controlled by someone in Voldemort's notebook, so what happened?

At this time, Lockhart also went to HEMA and took out the notebook from his satchel, which was still a little wet and dry.

"Voldemort's diary?"

"Yes, the mysterious man's diary, but it's useless to me now." Then he threw it directly to HEMA. HEMA took it over. She really couldn't feel a trace of magic and soul power.

"But you still can't please the suspicion of being taken by Voldemort. Unless you explain it to me, I won't be afraid of you now, even if you get stronger."

"Well, let's find a place to talk." Lockhart also nodded. Obviously, he also wanted to talk to others.

"OK, but the agreement you just asked for help is not over yet? Help me with these things. "

"Well, i... by the way, sikursla!" Lockhart waved his wand, and the pile of boxes by the street lamp became smaller and smaller, and finally became the size of the palm of his hand.

"Put it in my bag first? It's not something important, is it? "

"Well, it's not a very important item."

Then Lockhart threw several boxes into his messenger bag, walked deep into Diagon lane with HEMA, and began to turn.

"To the Leaky Cauldron?"

"No, it's too messy there. Go and turn over the alley. There is a very quiet tavern with small compartments. Generally, special wizards will go to talk about special things."

"All right, but you have to protect me. I can't afford those strange wizards."

"Ha ha, please protect me then."

The two men turned a few times and walked into the overturned lane. When hermaton felt a dirty magic coming on his face, of course, there was a very dark environment.

The last time I came to school, that is, when I met Harry for the first time, he mistakenly entered Diagon lane and he was lost.

But this time, he finally did not need the help of a flashlight. The Wizards here could not pose any threat to him.

After all, no matter strong or weak, as long as they are wizards, they all have one thing in common, that is, they are too fragile. Like the ADC in the hero League, routan can try to kill each other in seconds as long as they are close.

And those strange and evil black robed people around also looked at this side, and Lockhart still walked forward.

HEMA could feel that most of her eyes were on him. After all, a child, even if an adult wizard followed, was not so safe.

However, with the next second, HEMA let go of the dragon breath. With a strong sense of killing and bloody smell, all the eyes hidden in the dark around suddenly disappeared.

Lockhart also breathed a sigh of relief. "Hoo ~ thank Mr. Aibo, otherwise I will be more and more nervous. A young wizard is really easy to attract bees and butterflies."

Finally they came to a small door. It was a very low door. Even HEMA had to bow down a little to get in.

When I pushed the door in, a small bell rang at the door. In the dark environment of the room, an oil lamp burning green flame suddenly lit up.

"Two, private room?" A figure also appeared on the right, wearing a thick black robe, pale and dark circles under his eyes, as if he had accumulated for several years.

"Well, 3 Garon?"

"Yes, sir. Would you like a drink?"

"No need."

"OK."

Following the waiter, they went to a private room in a corner of the small room. The private room was not big outside, but after entering, there were two opposite sofas with a beautiful small table in the middle, which surprised HEMA.

"Yes, I've been here twice. This is a quiet place to the extreme."

"If I guess correctly, there are lights here. I just cast a few spells to weaken the light and reduce the transmission of sound, so as to achieve the mute effect."

"Almost. The crystal lamp burning green flame on the top of the head may be the center of the magic spell. It should be a magic prop."

"Well, let's get down to business. How did your strength come?"

"You're real and direct. I thought you had to talk to me first, and then take your time. Well, there's nothing to say."

"After I got the diary, I was going to steal it, but I found that there was still the residual soul power of the mysterious man on it. He attacked me directly and wanted to invade my will."

"But the final result is that I won, because that soul force is not strong, and I happen to be more afraid of death."

"And like the snake monster, I swallowed part of its soul, so I got some memories of that man."

"It has nothing to do with your magic growing to this point in half a year. Even if there are special magic strengthening methods or magic drugs, there is no way to grow well at your age, at least not so fast."

"Ha ha, I really can't hide it from you. It's true that there are only some useful magic spells in the memory of the mysterious man. It can be regarded as adding my complement to some attack magic. What's important is a stone."

Lockhart smiled again with that symbolic smile, and then took out of his pocket a stone that looked flat and impermanent without any carving on it.

Originally, HEMA would take out a stone engraved with runes. After all, this is also something to enhance personal combat effectiveness, but this is obviously not.

"And then?"

"As long as I sleep next to the stone, I will enter a very strange space. There is a person I can't see my identity, but he is very powerful and knows a lot of things. He says I am a destined person and teaches me a lot of things."

"So that's it?"

"Yes, that's it. I just said it. It's a very simple thing, but it's also because I believe you won't tell others about it. After all, many people want a chance to become stronger."

"Well, why did you suddenly appear in Diagon Alley? Your face should be very conspicuous?"

"Hey ~ I have to mention the arrangement for me." Lockhart pointed to the stone on the table.