Chapter 128 Cassandra’s Pride (12,000 words)
The History of Magic course is still simple and boring, and Professor Binns' hypnotic tone is an excellent choice for sleeping.
Even Hermione, who has always been a top student, started fighting with her cheeks and eyelids.
There's nothing I can do about it, Professor Binns is just...too hypnotic.
However, it may be that the scheduler did this intentionally. After all, at around 11 o'clock on Tuesday night, Gryffindor had to have an astronomy class with his Ravenclaw classmates.
Astronomy classes are usually held from 11 o'clock to midnight at night. After all, you can't put the star observation class in the daytime. All students should open their eyes to observe the sun, right?
Looking at it this way, this class schedule is still very considerate. At least there is reasonable time to catch up on sleep in the afternoon.
Professor Binns doesn't care about his classmates sleeping and fishing in class. He only cares about whether his class can be completed according to the book.
"I think we should invent a charm," Ron muttered at the end of get out of class, "invent a charm that allows us to fall asleep successfully in class."
"Can't Professor Binns' tone of voice hypnotize you? Ron?" Seamus asked puzzledly, "To be honest, I slept soundly in class just now..."
"I really want to sleep, but ask Hermione!" Ron said aggrievedly, "Hermione pinches me hard every time she kowtows when she is sleepy. Oh my god... why doesn't she pinch herself when she's sleepy? What?”
"Because it doesn't hurt to pinch you, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Ron puffed up his mouth, feeling secretly cruel in his heart. If there is a chance in the future, he must retaliate in kind, a hundredfold!
God, it felt so bad to be bullied by Hermione!
The next day, Wednesday morning, there was only one class, and that was the Charms class scheduled at 11 noon.
After studying in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday, the students all had a preliminary understanding of the dark magic creation of the Inferi.
If you want to deal with the Inferi, you need to use fire spells.
Originally, Professor Flitwick planned to continue teaching the students how to use marking spells during this lesson, but Hermione raised her hand high.
"Miss Granger," Professor Flitwick said, pleased to have someone raise his hand, "what questions do you have?"
"That's right, Professor." Hermione said, "We came into contact with the Inferi in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Professor Lockhart also showed us the weakness of the Inferi in detail - using fire-type If a magic spell attacks the Inferi, it will cause multiple damage to him, so I would like to ask the professor if he can teach us some fire spells.”
Of course Hermione knew about fire spells, and she actually burned Professor Snape's robes during her first-year Quidditch class.
This made Professor Snape feel bad. That robe was given to him by Lily - even after wearing it for so many years, he still couldn't bear to change it.
Professor Flitwick opened his mouth, as if he didn't hear clearly what Hermione was saying, and he seemed like he couldn't believe that Professor Lockhart actually asked a second-year freshman to try to deal with the Inferi.
After a long while, he hesitated and asked: "What?"
Hermione repeated her words.
"God, I should have told Albus a long time ago that Professor Lockhart may not be suitable to be a professor - what does he think Defense Against the Dark Arts is? Is it his adventure?" Professor Flitwick was angry Said: "He even brought the Inferi to class and explained it to the second grade students... Oh my god, does he expect the second grade students to have the courage to deal with the Inferi?"
"Well, Professor." Padma Patil of Ravenclaw raised her hand and said, "In fact, Gryffindor's classmate Seamus Finnegan has proven himself that he is fully capable of dealing with a Only corpse.”
This girl is the twin sister of Parvati Patil of Gryffindor, but it's strange - the twins are not in the same house. The Weasley twins have always wanted to figure this out.
"Yes, Professor." Anthony Goldstein, who is also a Ravenclaw, also raised his hand and said: "Even though the spell was a little weak, it still blew up the face of the Inferi, and even one eyeball was dripping. Landed on the Slytherin classmates' desk——"
After saying this, the classroom burst into laughter.
Everyone did not deal with Slytherins, and after mentioning the embarrassment caused by the Slytherins, they all began to gloat.
The Ravenclaw students told Professor Flitwick that Lockhart was only responsible for teaching how to deal with dark magic and dark magic creations, but he also required Professor Flitwick to teach him about curses.
"Oh, that's it." Professor Flitwick nodded clearly: "I understand - it seems that I still need to communicate with Professor Lockhart in order to align the teaching progress and teach everyone some corresponding and appropriate spells."
He was not unhappy, on the contrary, he was very happy.
Oh my god, Merlin, does Hogwarts finally have a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?
At this moment, Professor Flitwick's eyes were filled with tears.
"In this case," Professor Flitwick said again, "in this lesson we will learn a new spell, the arson spell."
He jumped a little, looked around at his classmates, and asked: "So, can any of you tell me about the arson spell?"
Many students in the classroom raised their hands together.
"It seems that everyone has prepared... Well, Miss Patil——" Professor Flitwick said.
However, what Professor Flitwick didn't expect was that two people with exactly the same appearance stood up.
One is Gryffindor and the other is Ravenclaw.
Professor Flitwick smiled briskly and said again: "Okay, Miss Patil of Ravenclaw."
Parvati sat down and left the opportunity to her sisters.
"The Pyromantic Charm, also known as the Fire-Making Charm, is a spell that summons a jet of flame that can be used to ignite things." Patil said loudly: "Miranda Gorshak described in "Standard Spells" Says, 'From stoking a warm fire to lighting up Christmas puddings, pyromancers have always been useful in wizarding households. However, the ability to start a fire with the flick of a wand could prove to be a huge problem for your classmates (or worse, you). book) poses a danger '"
"Very good, five points for Ravenclaw." Professor Flitwick waved his hand and said, "Does anyone have anything to add? About the arson spell?"
Neville raised his hand.
Professor Flitwick motioned for him to answer the question.
"In addition, the arson spell is the nemesis of the devil's net." Neville stood up and replied: "Professor Sprout once mentioned this matter in the first-year herbal medicine class."
"Okay, very good." Professor Flitwick said loudly: "Five points to Gryffindor!"
Without bias, these are the heads of the three houses except Snape.
Sometimes the morals are too high, which may not be a good thing for college points...
However, Professor Snape said that as long as I have no morals, there is no moral problem——
"I need to remind you in advance that the blazing fire is a high-level magic. Once it is released, it is difficult to control the flames. When the spell is cast, it will make an explosion-like sound, accompanied by a flying orange fireball that scatters." Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice: "In addition, this spell cannot penetrate the darkness caused by the invisible smoke bomb imported from Peru."
"Okay, now let's teach you how to cast the Fire Spell. Pay attention to my gestures and the trajectory of my wand -" Professor Flitwick said, using the marking spell to write "A" in the air. Pick it up diagonally, pull it down, and then pull out a half arc pointing upward.
"The specific trajectory looks like this." Professor Flitwick once again drew an arrow to mark the movement trajectory of the wand, "Look, it looks like this... the spell is Incendio (flame)."
"Okay, listen to my command," Professor Flitwick spoke again. He waved his wand and created a fireproof barrier in front of the students. "Everyone follow my movements and draw the lines like the trajectory I have drawn. Then recite the incantation..."
"Incendio!"
The first time they cast the spell, several students successfully summoned a few tiny sparks.
"Beautiful, this is a good start, a good start!" Professor Flitwick danced and praised the students.
Before he finished speaking, he heard an explosion.
Professor Flitwick was so startled that he almost fell off the table, but managed to steady himself.
He looked towards the direction of the explosion and found that the protective shield between Seamus and Neville had been shattered to pieces. Both of them had dark faces, had afro haircuts, and looked ahead with dull eyes.
Neville raised his head and blew out a black smoke ring.
"I think we need a new shield, Professor," he said miserably.
Professor Flitwick was used to it. Every time he taught some new magic, he could always see Seamus adding a little explosive element to the magic.
Of course he knew Seamus's potential in the Explosion Curse, but for this young wizard, teaching him the Explosion Curse was really not a good choice.
Blowing up the school is a trivial matter, but what if the students are killed and injured?
"Look at me." Ron flicked his wand, "Incedio (flaming)!"
A stream of sparks crackled from the tip of the wand, but no flame appeared.
Ron, who did not believe in evil, was still swinging his wand, trying to throw some flames.
But it turns out that the curse can't be released just by working hard.
"Stop, stop!" Hermione held down Ron's arm: "You will poke people's eyes out like this - and what I need to correct you is that there is something wrong with your pronunciation - it's incendio , not incendo, you missed an i sound!”
Ron curled his lips, but humbly accepted Hermione's correction.
There was no way, he couldn't fight with Hermione, right?
Harry listened beside Ron, and a scene could not help but come to mind...
For example... Voldemort is killing Avada Kedavra.
Hermione suddenly appeared and grabbed Voldemort: "Stop, stop quickly, you will poke people's eyes out - and what I need to correct you is that it is AvadaKedavra, not @#!￥%... ”
Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but laugh.
At the end of get out of class, the more Harry thought about it, the more he couldn't hold himself any longer. He sat in the middle of the auditorium, lying on the table, twitching his shoulders and laughing.
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked puzzledly. He didn't know what made his little friend so happy.
Harry told Ron and Simoneville the scene he had just imagined.
They couldn't hold it back and also burst into earth-shattering laughter.
"Oh my God, Harry." Neville wiped the tears from laughter, "I really--I really didn't expect you to be so humorous..."
"What are you talking about? Am I usually very serious?" Harry asked dissatisfied.
"Oh, that's not the case." Ron said, rubbing his belly, "I just find it interesting."
Just then, the Weasley twins walked over with excitement on their faces.
The two of them crowded around Ron, and said in a low voice to them: "Oh my God, I should apologize to Mum."
"What's wrong?" Ron asked in confusion: "Why do you suddenly want to be your mother's good baby?"
"You are mommy's good baby, baby Ronnie." The twins said in unison.
Then Fred said: "You know, we didn't know what a discerning witch our mother was until we took Professor Lockhart's class——"
"Oh my God, Professor Lockhart is so cool. Do you know what he got for us in class?" George asked with eyes shining.
"What is it?" Ron picked up a chicken leg, "Isn't it also an Inferi? Just like us -"
"No, it's the Acromantula," Fred said.
George quickly added: "Yes, it is a XXXXX-level creature labeled by the Ministry of Magic. It is really big, as big as dad's car, or even bigger."
After hearing Gemini's description, Ron bit the chicken leg and his expression fell into a daze.
He is most afraid of spiders, and his mental ability is very good. After Gemini described it like this, Ron felt that the terrifying appearance of the Acromantula instantly appeared in his mind.
"Acromantula." Fred lay next to Ron's ear, simulating the feeling of furry: "Baby Ronny, think about it, those eight eyes...the furry body...click The noisy claws..."
"Ugh..." Ron dropped the chicken legs, made a frightened little sound, and jumped back, trying to get away from his two unscrupulous brothers.
But it was no use at all. The two brothers held him down one on the left and the other on the right.
"What are you going to do? Baby Ronnie?" George chuckled, "Would you like my brothers to take you to see the Acromantula? I heard there is one in the Forbidden Forest..."
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Ron shook his head quickly. He didn't want to see a spider or anything in his life.
In fact, Harry never really understood why Ron was so afraid of spiders. After all, he had already seen the diversity of arachnids in the Dursleys' cubicle.
It can only be said that the joys and sorrows of people are not very similar to each other.
"Acromantula?" Hermione suddenly asked: "Does Professor Lockhart arrange different teaching tools for each school year? I thought he would also arrange inferi for you."
"He actually wanted to use the Inferi, but I heard that it was blown up by your Seamus." George shrugged and said, "I heard that his eyeballs were blown out. It was really unsightly and he was afraid of scaring us. So I changed it to Acromantula ”
"So that's it." Hermione said clearly: "But it's not surprising. After all, the bloody look on the face of the Inferi... is really not suitable for continued use as a teaching tool."
"But it's like what I just said. I should indeed apologize to my mother and Professor Lockhart." The twins said happily: "I have to admit that Professor Lockhart satisfied my expectations for a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The professor's imagination - if he could stop showing off his adventures, he would be the perfect Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"But we can't ask for more." The two said again.
"He is indeed very conscientious." Harry nodded in agreement with the Gemini's remarks.
In the afternoon Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall began to teach them the knowledge points of the new semester.
She was still wearing a dark green robe and was dressed meticulously - just like her personality.
"Today we are learning the content of the new semester." Professor McGonagall stood on the high podium: "But what may disappoint everyone is that this semester still will not teach you some more advanced transfiguration skills - I need What I want you to know is that Transfiguration is a step-by-step magic system. I hope you can learn it step by step in a down-to-earth manner, instead of forcing you to learn knowledge that you should not master at your age."
Harry could tell that Professor McGonagall had something to say and was dissatisfied with Professor Lockhart's on-site science education and demonstration of various magical animals or dark magic creations with a danger level of 5X among the students.
It should be said that Professor McGonagall's concerns are indeed justified. After all, none of the magical creatures demonstrated by Professor Lockhart have been below the 5X level yet.
It’s okay to study Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Transfiguration is a rigorous subject. For most wizards, it is impossible to skip a certain section in the middle and achieve the leap from the first step to the sixth step. .
Unless you are a natural transfiguration genius, but such people are really rare.
It was not that Professor McGonagall did not react to Professor Dumbledore, but the attitude of the headmaster was very strange. It could not be said that he supported Professor Lockhart, nor could he be said to be against him.
"Okay, in the first class of this semester, you are going to learn how to turn beetles into buttons." Professor McGonagall's voice was very steady. She took out a six-legged beetle that was struggling rapidly and placed it on the podium: "Watch it. , I will only demonstrate it to you once. You must think about what the button looks like, and you must strongly imagine that you must turn the beetle into a button-three, two, one, VeraVerto (VeraVerto)"
A magical scene happened. Under the influence of Professor McGonagall's transfiguration, the beetle turned into a black button.
She picked up the button and passed it around to her classmates to look at.
"What you need to practice in this lesson is how to turn beetles into buttons." Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a bunch of small boxes flew out from the podium, containing the beetles that were about to be turned into buttons.
"What I need to remind you is, don't underestimate this lesson." Professor McGonagall said loudly: "This is a transformation that turns living things into dead things. In fact, it also changes the essence of the object - the transformation spell transforms a beetle into a dead one." After transforming into a button, it is no longer a beetle. If you try to feed this button to Neville's toad as a beetle, it may die of indigestion."
She told a bad joke and everyone laughed, except Neville.
Neville actually thought seriously about Leif's miserable situation after eating the button, and for a moment he felt a little worried.
Professor McGonagall went through the key points about Transfiguration several more times - in fact, Professor McGonagall had to repeat them in every lesson.
Although the content of each lesson is similar at its core, it still needs to be continuously strengthened in memory in order to have a subtle impact on the little wizard's mind.
Professor McGonagall walked to Harry and saw that he had turned the beetle into a metal button with the Gryffindor lion pattern on it, which was very exquisite.
"Very good, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded in affirmation to Harry: "Excellent Transfiguration, five points from Gryffindor."
"Professor, I have a question." Harry said suddenly.
Professor McGonagall's serious face softened, and when she saw Harry's green eyes, she couldn't help but think of the lovely Lily.
"Go ahead, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall nodded.
"Professor, as we saw in first year, you are an Animagus." Harry thought for a moment, trying not to sound offensive. "I understand that your Animagus form is an Animagus." A cat, so when you become a cat, will you have the desire to eat mice?”
With that said, Harry reached out and grabbed Scabbers.
Scabbers struggled in Harry's hands, making squeaking sounds as he tried to escape from Potter's clutches.
Professor McGonagall's face twitched strangely twice. She looked at Harry, only to find that his green eyes were full of sincerity.
Hmm... It seems that this child is indeed like Lily, not a brat like James.
"Why do you think so, Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall said, "Even if I become a cat through Animagus, I will not eat mice, because essentially I am still a human being."
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"So that's it." Harry nodded repeatedly: "Then there won't be any other preferences about cats?"
"No." Professor McGonagall nodded seriously.
Harry suddenly felt a little upset.
Papi...
Why didn't he realize this problem? Even if he turned into a unicorn, it would be impossible for Pappy to like eating grass...
Yes, Pappy is a human, so why would he like unicorns?
"I have a question too, Professor." Ron asked, raising his hand.
He felt a little envious when he saw that Harry always asked questions that made the professors think seriously or that they had no choice but to answer.
Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was not Harry but Ron who asked the question.
Fortunately, it's just that it's not Mr. Potter.
She was really worried that Harry would give her all kinds of weird questions.
"You say it," she said.
"If the dark wizard turns such a big desk into a chicken drumstick and lets me swallow it." Ron patted the desk in front of him, "When the effect of the transformation ends, will I be supported by the desk? Broken stomach? Or can I lure the dark wizard to eat such a chicken leg?”
Professor McGonagall grabbed her collar with her hands and breathed heavily.
"Oh my god, Mr. Weasley..." Professor McGonagall said tremblingly: "How, how could you have such an idea?"
Ron's heart skipped a beat, feeling like his question wasn't quite right.
"I want to remind you, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall said sternly: "Don't be led astray by your two twin brothers! In addition, the five exceptions to Gamp's rules of transfiguration tell us that the objects that cannot be eaten are It cannot be turned into food!”
"Okay, Professor." Ron lowered his head and said dejectedly.
Word spread about Ron's problems with Transfiguration, and the Weasley twins learned about it during dinner.
"Oh my god, baby Ronnie." Fred was the first to affirm him: "You are really our good brother. Oh my God, this is such a genius and wonderful idea... For the first time, I feel that you are our little brother. Not the little kid that mom picked up from the trash.”
"You are the ones who were picked up by your mother." Ron rolled his eyes. He was already twelve years old and would no longer believe such nonsense as his two older brothers.
You know, when he was seven years old, when his two brothers said this, he really believed it.
At that time, he cried and went to his father for help. After his father glared at his two brothers, he immediately began to reprimand them.
But Ron cried even harder when he heard the reprimand. Dad’s words are...
"Oh my God! Fred! George! Why tell him the truth! Ron is still young! He is only seven years old! How can you do such a thing!"
Ron didn't remember how long he cried, but at dinner that night, Dad, Fred and George all hung their heads and accepted Mom's scolding.
"Shy, shy, I don't know who it is, and I'm still crying to find my dad." Fred stretched out his fingers to scratch his face, "But your idea is very good, but it's just a little... well, it's a little not strong enough. I Think about how you can use your prank ideas with our trick ideas.”
With that said, the twins left the auditorium laughing.
"When you have two brothers like this, you realize how difficult childhood is." Ron shrugged and said to his friends.
Hermione ignored Ron. She quietly walked to Harry and said softly: "Harry, Harry?"
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Can you take me with you tonight?" Hermione said. She felt that her words were a bit ambiguous, so she smiled sheepishly with her rabbit teeth and added: "I mean, I will go to Professor Lockhart's with you." Office, write a reply for him.”
"This..." Harry actually wanted to take her with him. After all, writing a reply was too torture.
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"I'm afraid not, Miss Granger." Professor Lockhart's voice suddenly appeared.
Hermione turned around in surprise when she heard it was Lockhart, but also a little disappointed.
"Good boy, after all, I can't always ask Harry to write letters for me, can I?" Professor Lockhart winked at her as he spoke: "Next time I need to write a reply to a fan, I'm afraid I'll need your help. Me, Miss Granger.”
"Okay, Professor," Hermione said happily.
"So, Harry." Professor Lockhart said in a friendly manner: "Don't forget our agreement tonight. I have been expecting you to help me——"
"Harry, Harry? How are you?" Colin's voice came to mind from the side at the right time.
"Come on, let your little fan take a group photo for us." Professor Lockhart smiled and hugged Harry's neck, and said to Colin: "Mr. Creevey, what are you waiting for?"< br>
The shutter clicked, and Colin made an OK gesture.
"Okay, then I will be waiting for you in the office tonight, Harry."
After Lockhart finished speaking, he left with a smile and walked to the professor's seat.
Harry looked along Professor Lockhart's back, and happened to meet the deep black eyes of Professor Snape who was looking this way.
After noticing Harry's gaze, Professor Snape showed a look of extreme disgust.
Harry immediately understood what that look meant - how depraved it was to be hanging out with such people, poot!
Harry shrugged, feeling a little at a loss for the old professor's sudden affection.
Just leave it alone!
After dinner, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room.
After a little tidying up the things he needed to bring, such as age-enhancing drugs and other medicines, as well as a double-sided mirror, Harry left the Gryffindor common room.
When he was leaving, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Why didn't I take these things with me when I had a wallet?
He couldn't help but smile to himself and continued walking to Professor Lockhart's office.
Halfway there, he felt like he heard someone whispering.
He raised his head, and the voice seemed to be above his head or beside him, but it was difficult to determine its specific location.
Harry clicked his wand and used a shot to reveal his true form.
But the spell didn't detect any presence.
Maybe it's a ghost, he thought as he walked to Professor Lockhart's office.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is at the back of the classroom. Going up the stairs inside the classroom is where the office is.
Harry knocked on the door, and after receiving Professor Lockhart's answer, he pushed the door open and entered.
The spacious office is filled with letters from various fans and some packages.
There were countless frames of Lockhart's pictures hanging on the walls, illuminated by many candles, and some even had his signature on them. There was also a large stack of photos on the table.
"Ah, our savior is here." Professor Lockhart seemed always full of enthusiasm, "Come in, Harry, please come in."
Harry was a little stunned as he looked at the letters and packages piled up in the room. To be honest, even if the room was filled with gold galleons, he wouldn't be so surprised... But this was the first time that he had so many letters. See.
Seemingly noticing Harry's surprise, Professor Lockhart smiled.
"You really can't resist the enthusiasm from fans, can you?" He smiled and winked at Harry, reached for the eye drops on the table and dropped two drops in his eyes.
"Professor, what are you doing?" Harry asked confused.
"This is the potion that keeps my eyes healthy," Lockhart smiled softly. "After all, you know that these eyes represent countless gold galleons and the possibility of continuing adventures, right?"
Harry felt that this was unacceptable, so he nodded and said, "Yes, Professor."
While I was talking, an owl knocked gently on the window outside.
Professor Lockhart opened the window and reached out to take the letter in the owl's beak.
He opened it and there was a letter and a lock of hair inside.
"Why is there still hair?" Harry asked curiously.
Professor Lockhart smiled and put his hair back into the envelope, and said helplessly: "You have to know, Harry, there are many fanatical fans who don't want to reason with you. All we can do is accept them with a smile. Any 'good intentions'."
As he spoke, Professor Lockhart sighed.
"Then you can write the envelope," Lockhart said to Harry, as if it was such an honor for Harry, "The first one is for Lady Gladys, God bless her—my warmest ”
Harry didn't care whether this kind of work was tiring or not, it was idle anyway - he just wanted to take this opportunity to contact Bo Derek.
"Remember, Harry, fame is a fickle friend." Professor Lockhart rustled words on the paper with a quill. "As your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it is necessary to teach you some things about being a celebrity. experience.”
He raised his head and said with emotion: "It's really hard to be a celebrity, Harry. The first thing you have to remember is that celebrities have to have the airs of a celebrity - you are the savior of the wizarding world, and you shouldn't be overly concerned with you. fans, especially ardent fans like Mr. Creevey.”
"Why, Professor?" Harry was quite modest. He really admitted that Professor Lockhart was indeed better at being a celebrity.
"Don't ask why, Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile: "Such fanatic fans have no sense of boundaries. What you have to pay attention to is to keep the distance between you. Only in this way can the relationship between you The relationship - or his love for you, becomes more permanent. ”
"Distance creates beauty, no matter what time it is." He added.
"It seems you are really experienced." Harry complimented sincerely.
Professor Lockhart seemed to enjoy the compliment from Harry. He smiled and brushed his chin with his quill, showing a satisfied smile.
Candles burned throbbingly in the room, illuminating the entire room, and the firelight danced on the many animated Lockhart faces that stared at them.
Just after Harry counted himself to write the hundredth letter cover, he suddenly heard a sound - it was a sound completely different from the crackling of the remaining candles, or the soft whisper of Professor Lockhart. sound.
It's very cold, very vicious, it makes people's skin crawl, it's a creepy sound.
"Come...come...let me tear you apart...tear you apart...kill you..."
Harry was startled. He always felt that such a voice... seemed familiar?
It seemed like I had heard it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while.
"Professor, do you hear a sound?" Harry asked tentatively.
Lockhart looked at Harry, then at the candles aside, shook his head and said, "No, Harry - did you hear something?"
"Hmm... It must be an illusion?" Harry shrugged.
Professor Lockhart stared at Harry for a while, as if trying to analyze something from his expression.
Unfortunately, he failed.
Could it be that...this Mr. Potter can hear something that ordinary people can't hear?
Lockhart... no, Vader murmured in her heart. She knew that in this world, there are some wizards who can see things that ordinary people can't see and hear sounds that ordinary people can't hear.
Just like her husband, Gellert Grindelwald, whom the Saints follow, he is born with the ability to predict the future and can see the future that ordinary people cannot see.
Could it be that the same is true for Mr. Potter?
No wonder Sir asked me to pay attention to this Mr. Potter. It seems... Sir has predicted something...
She must win this Mr. Potter into the Saints, Vader was thinking in her mind. On the one hand, she wanted to poach Dumbledore's golden boy and see how he dances; on the other hand, she also felt that this Potter The husband is calm and has outstanding abilities. If he is trained by the husband, he will definitely become a mainstay among the saints.
Or... will he become Mr.'s successor?
Vida became more and more certain of her discovery. She felt that her husband must have discovered something in the long river of time in the future, so he sent her to Hogwarts.
If Sir hadn't been defeated by that abominable Dumbledore and willingly been bound to Nurmengard Castle, perhaps he would have been the one to come to Hogwarts this time.
"Perhaps you are sleepy." Professor Lockhart said in a relaxed tone. "It seems that we have spent a pleasant two hours. If you don't mind, you can stay here for a while. I still have a part of me." I want to trouble you at work.”
As he spoke, Lockhart stretched out his wand and took out several bottles of potion from the package on the side.
"This is an intelligence enhancer, Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile: "It is a potion that may make the drinker's thinking clearer. If you have previewed the fourth-year potions class in advance, Text, you should know the existence of this magic potion.”
He handed the bottles of potions to Harry: "This is your reward for helping me write the envelope this time. After all, you are so tired, aren't you?"
"Thank you, Professor." Harry put the potions in his arms without saying a word.
It is only natural that you should be paid for your work.
Harry stayed in Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for a while. Just when he saw the clock pointing to half past eight, Professor Lockhart's voice sounded again.
"Harry, do you remember my ideal birthday gift?"
"What? Professor?" Harry didn't hear clearly.
"My ideal birthday present." Professor Lockhart repeated with a regretful expression on his face: ""A Weekend with the Werewolf" was mentioned in Chapter 12. I also did it during the last class. Said.”
Harry tried hard to remember, and finally recalled the content of that lesson.
"Your ideal birthday present would be for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony, if I remember correctly," Harry replied.
"Very good, it seems you still remember." Professor Lockhart smiled again: "Yes, this ideal - it is difficult to realize, isn't it?"
"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded and said, "This is indeed something that is difficult to achieve."
"So, what do you think of this ideal?" Professor Lockhart asked with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Harry, just treat it as a casual chat between the two of us. I am your friend."
"What do you think?" Harry didn't know what Lockhart meant.
"That is, what do you think the relationship between wizards and Muggles should be like?" Professor Lockhart stared at Harry closely.
Harry thought for a while and said with a smile: "It shouldn't be the turn of a second-year student like me to think about such things, right? Professor?"
"Have you never complained about the existence of Traces?" Lockhart's words were seductive: "I know that young wizards like you are unwilling to be lonely and want to use some magic during the holidays, but Strictly restricted by the Ministry of Magic, right? They are afraid that you will use magic in front of ordinary people, that is, Muggles, and expose the existence of the wizarding world, right?"
"It's okay, Professor."
Harry did not answer Professor Lockhart's question directly. His intuition told him that Professor Lockhart might have some other meaning in asking this question.
This kind of intuition was cultivated by Cassandra.
It should be said that most of his habits, even intuition, were cultivated by Cassandra.
What Harry didn't know was that Cassandra would occasionally look at him with pleasure and pride when he didn't notice, just like Mrs. Weasley looked at Bill.
"I don't think the problem is actually here." Harry said after pondering: "I think the most urgent issue is about the education of young wizards, such as education in schools - they are not only deficient in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, but also In other courses, there are shortcomings of one kind or another.”
"Really?" Professor Lockhart looked at Harry. She felt that the little Harry in front of her... always had some shadow of Mr.
This made her even more satisfied. She originally wanted to test Harry's attitude towards the Wizarding Secrecy Act, but unexpectedly saw Harry's sophistication that was beyond his age.
"That's true. I heard that there are still many Aurors who can't even cast the Iron Armor Curse completely." Harry said with some sadness: "How can such teaching results make the wizarding world a better place?"
Wei Da felt happy in his heart.
She could see it, the little Harry in front of her...
It seems that he also has a lot of opinions about Dumbledore, the principal.
She felt a little satisfied in her heart. In this test, she seemed to have detected some of the results she wanted - of course, she still had to conduct further tests and win over.
Why can't Mr. Dumbledore harvest the golden boy he cultivated?
The more Vader thought about it, the more he felt it should be like this.
(Vida Rozier and the Parrot)
For some reason, she never had any good feelings toward Dumbledore—and this dislike wasn't just due to Dumbledore's defeat of Gellert Grindelwald.
As for the henchman who assisted Dumbledore, what was his name?
Oh, Newt Scamander.
Vader didn't dislike this person that much.
She looked surprised and stretched her waist elegantly.
"Merlin's beard, look what time it is! We've been here for almost four hours! I can't believe it - time flies, doesn't it?"
Professor Lockhart dressed as Vader smiled and said: "I think you should go back. After all, a young wizard of your age should get more rest."
"Okay, see you then, Professor Lockhart." Harry stood up and stretched his waist as well.
It turns out that stretching is contagious.
"Goodbye, Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile.
After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Harry quickly came to the Room of Requirement.
He thought in his mind that he needed a conference room, and then opened the door to the Room of Requirement.
Sitting on the Gryffindor seat, he opened the age-enhancing potion, took a sip, and made his clothes bigger.
After a while, a seventeen-year-old Harry appeared on the spot.
He opened the double mirror and sent a signal to Bo Derek.
Soon, Bo Derek's face appeared in the double-sided mirror.
"Mr. Potter!" he said respectfully.
"Hello, Bo Derek." Harry nodded, "Do you have any news about the Angel Feathers and the Basilisk Fangs?"
Bo Derek looked troubled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, although Gringotts has been trying its best to search, we haven't found any information about these two materials."
Harry tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair.
"I did find out about Angel Feather," he said.
"Please, Mr. Potter." Bo Derek said immediately: "Gringotts will get it for you."
"It's just not easy to deal with. This person..." Harry knocked on the armrest, "The person holding the Angel Feather may not buy Gringotts' account."
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter." Bo Derek said quickly, "No matter who it is, they must give Gringotts some face."
"Then, what if that person refuses to sell?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter." Bo Derek showed a very sinister smile: "We at Gringotts will find a way to make him sell it! Just tell him who this person is! The rest will be left to us Gringotts."
"Oh." Harry nodded and said to Bo Derek: "You should also know the man holding the Angel Feather. He is the current principal of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore."
Hearing Harry's words, Bo Derek's expression suddenly froze.
He originally thought that the person holding the Angel Feather was an ordinary wizard, but he never expected that it would be the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.
This...
Things are going to be difficult.
Who is Dumbledore?
President of the International Federation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and the most powerful white wizard in the world...
Gringotts was indeed rampant, but they didn't dare to cause trouble in front of Dumbledore.
Seeing Bo Derek's troubled expression, Harry asked calmly: "Is the matter difficult to handle? Mr. Bo Derek?"
Bo Derek swallowed quietly after hearing Harry's words.
Although Principal Dumbledore was not easy to mess with, the goblin killer in front of them was even more untouchable.
God knows how many goblins died in his hands a hundred years ago...
If I miss Mr. Potter's business, I know what kind of anger I will endure.
"Don't worry!" Bo Derek chose the lesser of two evils and said through gritted teeth: "Gringotts will communicate with Principal Dumbledore and get the Angel Feather for you as soon as possible!"
"Thank you." Harry said very politely: "You won't be too embarrassed, will you?"
Bo Derek replied without hesitation: "No! How can it be difficult? Not at all!"
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