Chapter 157 Dumbledore: Want to leave after coming?

From a certain point of view, Lockhart, like his predecessor Quirrell... are all actors with superb acting skills.

The difference is that Quirrell is a ruthless man who can sneak into Gringotts and has a fragment of the legendary card "Dark Lord" on the back of his head, but he deliberately pretends to be weak.

Lockhart is a weak chicken, relying on other people's stories to pack himself, pretending to be strong.

Quirrell is more like using a shoebox as a case, looking hip-stretching, but inside it is a high-performance computer; Lockhart is a computer with a gorgeous appearance, but inside it uses a graphics card that has been mining at full capacity for two years.

The two are completely two extremes.

However, Lockhart couldn't even deal with a group of elves. He was grabbed by his legs and hung from the chandelier on the ceiling... It was indeed beyond Rove's psychological prediction to be so weak.

It seems that Lockhart is not only a mining card, but also a washed mining card.

The students were all standing by the windows, looking at Lockhart in disbelief, and more little wizards passing by were watching the teaching accident, and some even took pictures.

Under the shaking of the elf, the chandelier swayed from side to side, rattling, and finally couldn't support it, and fell down with a loud bang.

Lockhart also fell to the ground. His head was in close contact with the ground first, and then his legs were turned upside down. Finally, he slumped to the ground, tilted his head, and fainted instantly.

Rove opened the door and walked into the classroom. The group of elves rushed towards him one after another, but he snapped his fingers, and a large jet of water flew towards him from the bathroom not far away.

The magic from the horse-shaped water monster allowed Rove to easily control the nearby water flow.

"Blue Wave Prison!"

The boy raised his arm, and the jet of water flew towards the elf, and finally turned into a crystal clear water polo, enveloping them all in it.

The students onlookers applauded desperately, and some students in the crowd shouted loudly:

"Scamander, come and teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Luo Fu turned pale with fright, whoever wanted to harm him would use such vicious means!

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The unconscious Lockhart was sent to the school hospital again.

Seeing him for the third time within a week of school, even though Madam Pomfrey is well-informed and has seen all kinds of patients... she still can't stand it.

Why don't you live in the school hospital? !

Madam Pomfrey even suspected that Lockhart didn't like her, so he was hospitalized repeatedly like this on purpose.

Boy, you have successfully attracted my wife's attention!

But after waking up, Lockhart's first thing was to cry and shout to resign, and leave Hogwarts immediately.

Madam Pomfrey had no choice but to report the matter to the principal.

night,

Professor Dumbledore came to the school hospital alone. He saw the busy Madam Pomfrey in the corridor, and said hello:

"Poppy, how's Lockhart?"

"Crying all afternoon, I just gave him a mild sedative, hoping to calm him down." Madam Pomfrey said curiously:

"Dumbledore, what happened? Why is Lockhart hospitalized again? I asked him why, but he refused to say."

"This time it was a teaching accident. Professor Lockhart failed to control the elf he brought and was attacked in class." Dumbledore explained.

"Merlin!" Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth and said, "Why didn't you cancel such a dangerous class?

Albus, since this class is so difficult to find a teacher, and it is also very dangerous, why not change it to medical care..."

Madam Pomfrey was desperate, and brought up this plan again. Dumbledore had a headache, and hurriedly said: "I will think about it. I will go and see Lockhart first."

The headmaster opened the door and went in. Madam Pomfrey was still smacking her lips, complaining that Defense Against the Dark Arts was too dangerous and that Lockhart was too incompetent as a professor.

Dumbledore walked into the room. He looked at the hospital bed with a calm expression, and said in a deep voice, "Professor Lockhart, are you all right?"

Lockhart is lying on the hospital bed, stealing chocolates sent by fans while writing letters back to his fanatical fans. Even though he is injured, he is still so fond of fans.

Lockhart thought that Madam Pomfrey was coming, so he hurriedly stuffed the chocolate into the quilt. Seeing that it was the headmaster, he sat up straight, covered his bruised face, and said loudly:

"Professor Dumbledore, I am resigning."

"Of course." Dumbledore approached the hospital bed. He waved his wand and created a chair. After the principal sat down, he said softly:

"I also received your resignation letter."

"Professor Lockhart, I fully agree with your resignation." Dumbledore took out the letter from his pocket, and he smiled, "I will hold a temporary school board meeting in the afternoon to discuss this matter.

Now that you are so determined, we have to figure out the issue of compensation. "

"Compensation? Is it for me?" Lockhart was stunned for a few seconds, but after thinking about it, it was reasonable. After all, he was considered a work-related injury, and the school should compensate him.

I didn't expect Hogwarts to do a good job in terms of humanistic care.

"No, no...you are the one who paid the compensation to the school." Dumbledore leaned back on the chair, crossed his hands and said:

"You applied to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The contract is for one year. Now you have to leave after less than a week. You have to pay liquidated damages!"

Lockhart remembered that it seemed to be the case, he curled his lips, he didn't care about such a small amount of money.

"I'll just give it!"

"Also... when you were invited to come, you proposed to buy your books as textbooks, and each student bought seven books."

"The school board believes that you must return these books to the students." Dumbledore said calmly, "Return them at the original price."

Lockhart swallowed. His books were very expensive. Seven copies cost forty Galleons. A school has hundreds of students, and if they are all returned, it will cost tens of thousands of Galleons.

If this is all withdrawn, the publishing house will kill him!

Lockhart was a little confused: "I'm afraid..."

"I must remind you, Professor Lockhart." Dumbledore said softly:

"The school trustees are all powerful pure-blood families, such as Lucius Malfoy. I think you have read the newspapers too. Mr. Weasley has been suspended for inspection."

"So if you resign, you will definitely be forced to refund the money, even if you make trouble with the Ministry of Magic."

Lockhart was pale and his hands were shaking.

"And..." Dumbledore continued.

"What else?!" Lockhart exclaimed in astonishment.

"Yes, according to the agreement, you must publish a statement in the "Daily Prophet." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said:

"Announce the reason for your resignation, such as being unable to deal with elves... Otherwise, resigning for no reason will have a negative impact on our school's subsequent recruitment of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

The corner of Lockhart's mouth twitched, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts recruitment, do you still need his influence?

"Professor Lockhart, if there is no objection, I will resign for you now?" Dumbledore said softly.

Resign... resign!

At this moment, Lockhart really wanted to cry. How did he feel that he was cheated into a pyramid scheme? It was nothing more than that!

"Professor Dumbledore, I've thought it through." Lockhart stammered, "I still won't resign..."

"That's great, I really don't know how to thank you!" Dumbledore held Lockhart's hand, and he said with a smile:

"Hogwarts needs an excellent teacher like you. I believe that you can shine in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts...

This time next year, when you look back on tonight's decision, you won't regret it! "

Lockhart: "..."

"Then I'll go first, good night!"

Dumbledore stood up, and he walked towards the outside of the hospital, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Now that you're here, do you still want to leave?

What do you take the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for? !

Even if he agreed, Tom Riddle... the curse would not agree!

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