Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 175 'Dumbledore's Favorite Student'

After all the little wizards left the classroom, Lockhart couldn't help but waved his fist, rushed back to the office eagerly, and opened the diary.

"Tom! We made it! We made it! The students really enjoyed the class."

Tom in the diary smiled reservedly, I am the great Voldemort, you scumbag clown.
"Sure enough, I am the great Lockhart! As long as I think of a way, I can immediately turn the situation around!"

Tom froze, and then anger burned through him like fire.

You... think about it for a while?Was it not I who proposed the plan?
The young Voldemort trembled so violently that even the diary trembled slightly.

Lockhart laughed loudly: "Tom, look how happy you are, don't worship me so much!"

ah------------! ! ! !

There is such a despicable person!The atmosphere in the wizarding world is too bad!Tom was no longer angry, but furious, and he frantically destroyed the thinking cabin in the diary.

It wasn't until everything in front of him was blown to pieces that he calmed down a little bit of anger, looking at the words Lockhart continued to write
"Although I have profound wisdom, I am still willing to let others show themselves, and I am not stingy about pointing them-Tom, my admirer, do you have any plans for me to help point out?"

I adore you ************* (British expletive)
Lockhart almost made Voldemort go berserk again with just one sentence, but Tom was Tom after all, and he quickly controlled his emotions.

And with a vicious smile, he sent his own plan—and his real plan.

"Honorable Sir Lockhart, I do have an immature, small plan and would like your advice.

After all, those magical dark creatures can only maintain interest for a period of time. I think that as a defense against the dark arts class, I still have to return to how to defend against the dark arts-that is, spells. "

Lockhart's smile froze on his face, he scratched his shining blond hair in distress, and the portrait on the wall showed the same expression with his head in his arms.

"Tom. You are right, but there is a small accident here, because I am obsessed with spreading my writings and contributing my results to the wizarding world.

As a result, I may not spend as much time on spells as you might imagine. "

"This is indeed a troublesome matter. But your contribution to the wizarding world should not just be buried like this."

"That's right, that's it!" Lockhart felt that Tom was his closest friend, which was really rare. How could someone know him so well?

Tom's smile became more vicious and evil, but the text that emerged became more and more respectful:

"Dear Sir Lockhart, I have a spell that I got from the ruins during a trip. This spell is very rare and powerful, and it can effectively improve the user's magic level."

Tom faithfully plays his role-a wizard who loves to travel. When he encountered danger in an adventure, he had no choice but to use the magic he learned from the ruins to transfer his consciousness to the unlucky guy in the diary.

Lockhart was tempted. After such a long time, especially after Tom helped him reverse the bad impression of the little wizard in class, his trust in him had greatly improved.

"Really?"

In the office, Lockhart forgot the time and was immersed in the communication with Tom.

In just one class, Zombie, a magical 'Oriental Dark Creature', spread among young wizards.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class immediately became a class that many young wizards were looking forward to, and many people came to Zhang Xiao to ask some weird questions.

For example - can Zombie have children.

Zhang Xiao was so annoyed that she could only hide in the Room of Response to find peace.

Recently, he has found a new way to relax—painting.

The painting room conjured up by the Room of Requirement is very convenient, and there is no need to prepare even materials, and there are a lot of painting books.

Including the kind of moving portraits that Zhang Xiao is very interested in, just like AI, it can not only chat, but also remember, and help monitor and deliver messages.

If you draw 100 pictures.
It's just that this kind of idea was quickly shattered, because it's okay to want to move the portrait. Although the price is quite expensive, money is not a problem for Zhang Xiao at all.

The problem is—the kind of portrait painting in the principal's office has very strict conditions, except that the person himself needs a very superb and powerful memory magic.

There is also a very rare pigment, which is why only those who have made great contributions or the previous headmasters of Hogwarts have portraits.

Many ministers of magic don't even have portraits - because memory magic is not enough.

The days passed quickly.

Although the little wizards really want to hear what new gadgets Lockhart can come up with, but unfortunately, this question can only be left until the next semester.

Because Christmas is coming.

In the circular headmaster's room, Dumbledore was sitting on his high-backed chair, and a silverware with a big belly on the table was spewing puffs of smoke from its thin spout.

The portraits seem to be asleep, and they pose as they were when they were painted, which is the best way to rest.

But the occasional blinking of the eyes shows that many 'people' are not asleep.

A skinny old man appeared in the smoke—he was so thin, as if there was only a layer of skin outside the bones, and his eyes were cloudy as if he couldn't see anything, but there was light.

Now he was talking: "—Albus, it's hard, it's hard to do, it's not one two, three four
But hundreds! "

Dumbledore's slender fingers tapped on the table, making a rhythmic sound of 'tuk-tuk-tuk', his eyes were a little out of focus:
"Yeah, Nico, I know it's hard, and Tom's Dark Mark is a really cool idea - we just can't use it."

Nicolas sighed: "Albus, we have discussed this topic a long time ago, it is black magic, the user will suffer intense pain, and that pain is the most important thing to achieve positioning.

We can't let the little wizard bear this kind of pain. The only thing I can think of about the distress locator you mentioned is something similar to a double-sided mirror.

Dude, you know how hard two-way mirrors are to make—hundreds of pairs, it's almost impossible to imagine! "

Dumbledore was silent for a while, smiled slightly and shook his head:
"Nicole, there will always be a way, it's just a tool that allows little wizards to contact professors at any time, I think we can even go and find out if Muggles have anything new.

By the way, what I asked you to do last time—"

Nicole May exclaimed:

"Oh, please! I'm an old man on the verge of death, and you asked me to make such a complicated thing before I die, Albus, it's a terrible thing to know you!"

Looking at the smile on Dumbledore's face, he could only sigh, and muttered:

"Okay, okay, it's done, I'll mail it to you, is it really appropriate to give such a complicated thing as a gift to a second-year little wizard?"

Dumbledore finally showed a brisk smile, nodded, and said softly:

"I'm sure he's capable of it. After all, the kid is the best Slytherin I've ever seen—a hundred times better than Tom!"

Nicole May was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head: "Okay, another 'Dumbledore's favorite student'!"

Dumbledore ended the call neatly.

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1. Recommended ticket 2. Monthly ticket
　It's numb, and three of the four members of the family have diarrhea. I have no choice but to ask for leave and come back to take care of them.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)