In addition to this thing, can you make other offensive magic items? Lockhart couldn't help but asked.
But then Lockhart realized that he was not too reserved, so he coughed slightly, and continued to speak as the conversation changed.
"Of course... I couldn't use these gadgets because of my ability.
Before coming to school, I used to fight a powerful black wizard to protect a group of horsemen.
Although I finally defeated him by an overwhelming advantage, I accidentally hit the opponent's curse. This curse is very difficult and will make the curse I release very unstable, and there is often a risk of losing control... ."
Lockhart said as he said, he even believed him, his face showed a little firmness, as if he had really fought a certain powerful black wizard to protect the horse tribe.
In the end, I did not forget to remind Ivan not to disclose the news, lest his fans are too sad.
Ivan rolled his eyes speechlessly, Lockhart's ability to make up stories and the thickness of his face were beyond his imagination.
No wonder I can write so many best-selling books to make money.
This made Ivan even more determined to make a fortune from Lockhart.
Thinking of this, Ivan solemnly said to Lockhart.
"Professor Lockhart, I deeply sympathize with your experience. I can make a set of magic items tailored for you, which can definitely meet your needs!"
"As long as you have enough Jin Jialong..." Ivan's mouth twitched.
Lockhart said without hesitation,
Money is never a problem...
After negotiating with Lockhart about the custom-made props worth two thousand gallons, Ivan walked out of the ward contentedly.
Two thousand gallons is not a small sum. The entire Hogwarts can easily come up with the money. Except for Dumbledore whose property is unknown and can embezzle public funds, I am afraid Lockhart is the only one.
The most important thing is that when Lockhart gets used to the strength enhancement brought by these props, he can't do without these things anymore.
"It turns out that you moved your hands and feet to the walker! Do you want to kill me like that?" Harry's anger suddenly surged.
"It wasn't that you killed you, sir, why did you think that?" Dobby shook his head frantically, shaking in horror, and trembling slightly. .
"Dobby just wants to save your life! Even if he is seriously injured and sent home, it is better than staying here, sir. Dobby only hopes that Harry Potter will be slightly injured and sent home!"
Dobby opened his big watery eyes and pulled a sheet with his hands to hide his thin body with only a rag hanging from it, looking very pitiful.
"Why? Why would you rather let me leave Hogwarts if I broke my bones and was sent to the hospital? Guess you wouldn't tell me, would you?" Harry said sarcastically.
Harry couldn't understand the other party's words. He said it for his own sake again and again, but he almost damned himself both times.
This is called being good for yourself?
"If Harry Potter knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little people, he would definitely not think so..."
Facing Harry's sarcasm gaze Dobby picked up the pillow that Harry had thrown on the ground, and more teardrops fell in his eyes. He murmured to Harry that the house elves used to be Tragic experience.
Then Dobby cried again and thanked Harry for his feat in defeating the Dark Lord. Because of this incident, their house elves had a much better life...
Harry was silent for a moment. He didn't know what he should say, but Dobby's words did not stop, and he continued excitedly.
"When Dobby was at home, he heard his master say that he sold that thing to a little wizard at Hogwarts! That thing was left to the master by the Dark Lord, very, very evil... "
At this point, Dobby was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that he had said something that shouldn't be said, then grabbed Harry's water jug on the bedside table and slammed it on his own head.
"Bad Dobby...Bad Dobby...Bad Dobby!" Dobby said as he smashed.
Dobby touched the jug with his head, and made a crisp sound, which hurt Harry just by listening to it.
When Dobby mentioned the Dark Lord, Harry suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter, reached out his hand to grab Dobby's arm, stopped his self-harm, and asked quickly.
"Tell me, what exactly is that thing? Who was it sold to by your owner? How do you know that the other party brought that thing to school..."