Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 462 Restoring Lockhart! My thoughts on restarting the duel with the Professor!

"You're so funny! Hahahaha..."

Dudley satisfied his wicked sense of humor, finding a little diversion for himself while studying magic.

Now that Lockhart had returned to him alive, he naturally had to carry out his previous decision.

With a thought from Dudley, Lockhart, who was in a coma, began to recover automatically.

The magical damage to Lockhart's body, which was almost irreversible by conventional magic and potions, quickly receded and disappeared. Lockhart's physical condition also returned to a healthy state, and like the other professors, he enjoyed the benefit of becoming younger.

Given that Lockhart is only twenty-eight years old this year, his benefits of becoming younger are not very generous; he has only returned to the physical condition of a twenty-year-old.

From her appearance, Lockhart has always paid great attention to skincare, so the years she has grown younger are hardly noticeable.

Even so, it's still a stroke of good luck for Lockhart.

To put it bluntly, Dudley was a lifesaver for him.

Lockhart recovered his health and slowly woke up. He felt completely relaxed, and this was not the relaxation he had been putting on in front of others, but a genuine feeling of ease.

"I... this... Assistant Professor Dursley, did you save me?"

After his initial surprise, Lockhart instantly understood the reason and looked at Dudley with great gratitude.

"It could also be attributed to the blessing bestowed by the founder of Hogwarts."

Dudley casually added a comment.

Lockhart was even more shocked upon hearing this. He was from Ravenclaw and was no fool. After a moment's thought, he understood the truth behind the blessing bestowed by the founder of Hogwarts.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone," Lockhart quickly assured him.

"how do you feel?"

Dudley asked while looking at the magic book beside him.

He didn't say much about keeping it a secret, but instead moved on to other topics.

"Great! Excellent! I feel healthier and stronger than ever before."

Lockhart answered with unusual excitement.

As he spoke, he turned around and struck a few of his usual poses.

He was afraid that Dudley would dislike his affected manner, so he deliberately turned his back to Dudley.

"That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking how you felt after you finished what you did during the two months of summer vacation plus the two months of school?"

Dudley, maintaining his tone, elaborated on his question in more detail.

Upon hearing this question, Lockhart immediately stopped striking any flamboyant poses, his expression returning to seriousness. He silently turned around and met Dudley's sharp gaze.

"I feel..."

Lockhart's expression was complicated, his eyes filled with painful memories. After a long silence, he said sincerely, "I feel terrible, but I also feel great."

In the past few months, I was almost beaten to death many times and suffered a lot of injuries. My body was in great pain, but through my own efforts, I made those I had hurt in the past forgive me one by one. That sense of relief and ease made me feel very happy.

Of course, I know that many victims will forgive me out of pity for my pathetic state of relentlessly pursuing me without fighting back, or because they are moved by the gold galleons I compensate them, rather than because they genuinely want to forgive me.

I still owe them something.

But no matter what, I am truly grateful to them for giving me a fresh start.

From this day forward, the Lockhart who lied about others' experiences to write books is gone. In his place is the gentle and sincere Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor—Giddleau Lockhart!

Dudley smiled after hearing Lockhart's answer.

People in this world are contradictory, and contradictory people do contradictory things.

There is no magical power to overturn everything and start over. If a contradictory situation can achieve a passable result, that's already quite good.

Those wizards whose memories had been erased by Lockhart regained their memories, received compensation, and even severely punished Lockhart.

Based on this, Lockhart was given the opportunity to reform and start anew, which Dudley approved of.

Not to mention, in the previous school year, Lockhart and a group of professors successfully developed the Wake-Up Charm to cure the aftereffects of the Forgotten Curse, curing Neville and benefiting Dudley as well.

Therefore, from now on, Dudley and Lockhart's relationship will no longer be one of scheming and exploitation, but rather that of ordinary friends, similar to Dudley's relationship with Filch, a friendship that also includes a subordinate aspect.

But friends are friends, and if Lockhart is to be a good professor at Hogwarts, he must shoulder his responsibilities.

"So, gentle and sincere Professor Lockhart, are you ready to participate in the Professor Duel Tournament?"

Dudley asked with great interest, "Starting from this academic year, a professor duel tournament will be held every three months. All professors whose teaching content incorporates combat elements must participate."

Two months into the semester, the first professor dueling tournament will begin in less than a month.

Professor Lockhart, you've been beaten for four months, are you planning to keep getting beaten?

Hogwarts has a lot of new professors now, as you should know. If you want to get beaten up, you'll have a great time!

Lockhart was just reminiscing about the past and looking forward to the future.

As a result, he immediately slapped himself several times.

He suddenly started to feel a toothache.

“Dursley, are those new professors… really that good?” Lockhart asked Dudley with a mix of sorrow and a sliver of hope.

"Well... it's not that strong either," Dali said casually.

"That's good." Lockhart breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"They are just combat heroes recognized by the international magical community, having once fought against the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald."

Aren't you still an honorary member of the International Anti-Black Magic League?

After Lockhart relaxed, Dudley thoughtfully added a couple of sentences.

"Boo!" Lockhart gasped again, his body swaying as he staggered.

"If you faint again, I'm going to beat you up!"

Seeing this, Dali quickly said something.

Upon hearing this, Lockhart immediately sobered up.

"I will work hard on the intensive training," Lockhart promised through gritted teeth.

But he had no confidence at all.

He knew very well that other people's titles of combat hero were earned through real battles, while his honorary membership was obtained through writing books and donating money.

It's obvious which is stronger and which is weaker, which is genuine and which is shoddy; there's no need to think about it.

Thinking of this, Lockhart, clinging to a different kind of hope, cautiously asked, "If I come in last place, you won't punish me, will you?"

"Look at what you're saying."

Dudley laughed again, a sinister laugh. "Do I still need to punish you? The students' disappointment will be the greatest punishment for you."

Lockhart now abandoned all hope of getting away with it.

For him, his head could be severed, his blood could flow, but in public, he absolutely could not lose face.

"I will never be last!"

Lockhart let out a self-encouraging shout.