days at Hogwarts

Chapter 186 Seamo's Wonderful Imagination

Participating in ghost gatherings can be the selling point of the book. If some legendary stories can be dug out from the mouths of ghosts, then the famous adventurer Lockhart will have another legendary experience.

Loren guided Lockhart to fantasize in this direction: "Professor, you know, ghosts think differently from living people. If you want to know something from them, you have to follow their meaning..."

"Yes, yes, that's right!" Lockhart smiled brighter when he heard Loren's words.He was already immersed in the fantasy of the new book selling well, as if he saw another Merlin Medal waving to him.

"This party was hosted by Earl Nicholas to celebrate his 500th death anniversary. I thought, if you can help Earl Nicholas make the party more perfect..." Loren said.

Harry thought he might be dazzled, seeing Loren wagging the fox's tail behind him.

For the next hour, Harry didn't copy the envelope, and he just stared blankly at Loren fooling Lockhart.He tricked him into helping Nick hold a party, and warned Lockhart not to make up his own mind, but to follow the meaning of the ghost.

"Come... come here... let me... tear you apart... kill you..." A creepy, breath-stopping, cold and vicious voice suddenly sounded.

Harry shuddered, it was the same voice, the same one he had heard last time.

Definitely not a hallucination, nor any sounds in the castle.Taking advantage of Lockhart not noticing him, Harry looked left and right, looking around, trying to find the source of the voice.

The eyes are full of Lockhart's portraits, and every portrait is smiling.

Noticing Harry's gaze, the portraits of Lockhart grinned at him, bared their teeth, and smiled broadly.

Harry felt a deep chill, as if these suspicious smiles were directed not at him, but at some invisible presence beside him.So fake, so weird.

"There must be something wrong with this Lockhart!" Harry thought silently.

On the other side, Loren, who couldn't hear the Parseltongue, completely led Lockhart into the pit, poured cement, and sealed it tightly.

He had no idea that Harry behind him had already made up a big play in his brain and came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with Lockhart.

Loren bid Lockhart a polite farewell after the conversation was over, letting out a deep sigh as soon as the office door closed.

Lockhart harvested a perfect plan, Harry escaped from confinement, only he lost money, patronizing fools all night, and the learning progress of the Oblivion Curse was 0.

After walking a certain distance and unable to see Lockhart's office at all, Harry looked at him seriously: "Loren, Lockhart is an evil dark wizard!"

Loren was a little surprised, he thought it would be the end of the school year before Harry could see Lockhart's true colors.He became interested and asked curiously, "How did you find out?"

"Do you still remember the weird sound I mentioned in the corridor last time? I heard it again when I was in the office just now. It must be the dark magic item in Lockhart's private possession."

Loren fell into silence. This reasoning cannot be said to be wrong, it can only be said to be outrageously wrong.

Harry frowned tightly: "We must tell the professor and Headmaster Dumbledore immediately!"

"No, without evidence, the headmaster and the professor won't believe us. We need evidence, we need to find out Lockhart's true face!" Harry talked to himself, and quickly sorted out his thoughts, and came up with the essentials smoothly. conclusion of unauthorized action.

Totally fine, it's very Harry Potter, and it's very Gryffindor.

"You're right," Loren pondered for a moment, "Well, tell the other people about this and discuss how to investigate Lockhart. I'll deal with Lockhart, prevent him from being aware of you, and find an opportunity by the way. Test him around the edges."

Loren thought to himself, since Dumbledore hired Lockhart as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he planned to let the little wizard expose his true colors.

Harry's investigation of Lockhart is also in line with Dumbledore's plan. Afterwards, he will guide him a little bit, and investigate Lockhart together with the investigation of the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.He will not participate in specific actions, this is the task of the savior Harry Potter.

What is your mission?

Oh, and test the eyesight of the waking basilisk.

In the bottom of his heart, Loren pierced some old man with a white beard.

……

In the Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall was talking about the theoretical knowledge about Animagus on the stage, and the audience was full of members of the Transfiguration Club.The quill that Hermione was holding in her hand to take notes was almost shaking, attracting the surprised eyes of the little wizards around her.

"Animagus can't turn into any animal at will. Can anyone tell me what factors are related to the animals turned into by wizards?" Professor McGonagall asked a question, his eyes flickering among the group of young wizards.

Hermione held the quill in her hand and raised her hands high.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were attracted, then she skipped her, and looked at the little wizard at her table: "Mr. Morgan, tell me."

Hermione's little mouth pursed, and she glanced at Loren angrily.

Feeling the gaze of the little witch, Loren sighed and stood up helplessly: "It has something to do with the character and weight of the wizard, Professor McGonagall."

Don't click him again, this is the third time this class has been clicked to answer questions.Click any more, and Hermione should be jealous.

"Totally correct, but there are no extra points for club courses." Professor McGonagall smiled. "I personally give you 5 points from the bottom of my heart, although it is useless."

"Hahahaha..." The little wizards laughed, they loved such a humorous Professor McGonagall.

Except for a certain classmate Granger, Hermione gritted her teeth, the ink marks of the quill pen soaked the back of the paper, and muttered viciously: "Why don't I have the heart points of Professor McGonagall!"

The bell rings, recess time.

The little wizards chatted together, some were discussing the knowledge they just learned in class, some were copying notes, and some senior little wizards were dating.

"Nick invited us to go to his 500th death anniversary. The time is on Halloween. It is said that ghosts from all over the world will come to the party. Will you participate?" Loren looked at the little wizards around him.

"Ghost Death Day!"

"Awesome!"

Seamus and Dean raised their hands in excitement, expressing their strong desire to participate with actions.

"Why would someone celebrate the day of their own death?" Although Ron was puzzled, he also said that he would go.

Neville was very hesitant. He scratched his head and looked at them embarrassedly: "I want to go...but, I, I'm a little scared."

Seamus and Dean put their arms around his neck: "Don't be afraid, let's go together, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"Well, that's fine."

The laughing and laughing group all expressed their willingness to participate.

Turning his head, Loren saw the little witch who was still arguing, shaking her shoulders and bumping into her, leaning forward and whispering in her ear, "How are you going?"

"Go!" Hermione turned her head, ignoring him.

"Hee hee, lend me your notes to copy after class."

"understood!"

"Remember to divide the knowledge points into grades, I will only copy the most important part."

"You are so annoying!" Hermione sullenly animated him, but the quill in her hand honestly drew lines on the notebook.

Seeing the awkward expression on the little witch's face, Loren was in a good mood for a moment, and turned to join the conversation with Harry and the others.

Harry had just finished describing the strange voice he heard in Lockhart's office, and discussed his conjectures, hoping they would help investigate Lockhart.

"It must be him! You can't be wrong!"

Seamus spoke convincingly: "Hagrid's roosters were all killed by wringing their necks. He thought it was a fox in the Forbidden Forest. But there was no such strange thing in previous years. It happened when Lockhart came to school. I said, it must be an evil curse that needs blood as a material!"

Neville's eyes widened suddenly, and he stammered, "Last... Last Wednesday night, I changed into new clothes and forgot my password list in the dormitory, so I was locked out by the fat lady. I... I saw a group of... a group of spiders crawling out of the castle!"

When Ron heard the spider, he shivered in horror when he thought of that scene again.

"That's right, Lockhart has just been at Hogwarts for a month, and all kinds of strange things have happened. He must be an evil dark wizard!"

Seamus' eyes were shining with excitement, and he was dancing. He couldn't wait to reveal Lockhart's true colors.

In the first grade, he missed the troll and Quirrell, and he will definitely not miss Lockhart again this time.

He has already figured out how to brag to his friends and parents:

A best-selling author and adventurer on the surface, but actually an evil dark wizard, Lockhart sneaked into Hogwarts with ulterior motives.

The Boy Who Lived - Harry Potter and his roommate Seamus, as well as their friends, used their wisdom and bravery to expose Lockhart's true colors and arrest him!
That's it!Seamus Finnigan will be a Gryffindor champion too!
Dean looked at Seamus, who was laughing like a big goose, wondering whether to take him to the school infirmary and let Ms. Pomfrey check his brain.

The courses of the Transfiguration Club were linked with the activities of the lower grades of the Charms Club. As soon as Professor McGonagall announced that he was dismissed from get out of class, the group rushed to the place where the spells were practiced without stopping.

Professor Flitwick will personally guide them to practice spells and give suggestions according to each person's situation, so the little wizards in the lower grades are very active.When they arrived, the training ground converted from a classroom was already full of people, and a group of people hurried in to find a place.

In an inconspicuous corner of the training ground, the little wizards of Slytherin gathered together, each practicing their spells.

The pale-faced Crabbe looked at Harry and the others in the crowd with resentment in his eyes. He restrained his inner irritability, and asked harshly to the empty right side as if talking to himself: "Why, aren't you Can it make me stronger? Why can't I pass the Transfiguration exam?"

He took part in the selection test of the Transfiguration Club, but was rejected because of poor basic knowledge in the first grade.After learning that the Transfiguration Club will teach Animagus content, all the jealousy in his heart turned to resentment towards Harry and his party.

Obviously there was no one around him, but there was a gloomy answer in the air, which made people feel cold: "I have improved your magic power and made you smarter, but you still need to learn knowledge by yourself."

Crabbe asked impatiently, "Is there any magic that feeds knowledge directly into my brain?"

The black-scaled snake curled up in its clothes spit out a letter, and a murderous light flashed in its vertical pupils.

Weak scum dared to speak like that to the Dark Lord, not even his father, old Crabbe, dared to be so rude.

Angry and annoyed, Voldemort didn't show anything, he manipulated the snake body to make a sound: "Of course, but you need to pay some negligible price."

……

The corridors of Hogwarts at night are always deserted, and this desertion is even more obvious when there is a cold wind and rain outside.The hard-soled shoes stepped on the floor, causing an echo in the narrow corridor.

Pushing the switch of the extinguisher, the top cover popped open with a crisp sound, and a pleasant metallic trill echoed in the empty corridor.

If you use the analogy of a metal lighter, it is probably the position of the fire outlet, and there are a few groups of light sources of different colors floating on it.The most eye-catching thing among them is a group of miserable green light, exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

It has been nearly a month since Loren got the Deluminator and the structural drawings, but his progress in dismantling the alchemy circle was pitifully slow. The Deluminator is not only complicated in the description of the circle, but also has a very delicate internal mechanical structure.

Dumbledore cleverly combined the mechanical mechanism and the magic circle. When the switch is pushed forward, the inner buckle will be embedded in the groove on the upper part, and the magic circle on the buckle and the upper magic circle are connected to form a whole , forming a magic circle for collecting light sources.

When the switch is pushed backward, the buckle will be embedded in the groove at the rear end, and the function of the magic circle will be transformed into containing and sealing the light source.

Feeling the lethal magic drawn from the eyes of the basilisk, Loren couldn't help but confirm to Flamel who was floating beside him again: "Can I really deal with the basilisk now?"

It has been almost a month since the last time he dealt with the basilisk. He fell into Dumbledore's trap and had to find a way to test the eyesight of the awakened basilisk.Loren was really not sure, so he had to ask Flamel for help.

He thought he would get some roundabout plans, but after hearing his explanation of the situation, Flamel actually asked him to fight directly to fight the basilisk head-on!

"As you said, the basilisk has been sleeping for thousands of years. It didn't wake up until 50 years ago. It needs a period of recovery time to let the blood in the body flow, so that the stiff bones and Stretch the muscles. Besides, Albus helped you to restrain the basilisk's deadliest gaze, so what's there to worry about?"

Flamel took a leisurely look at the scene inside Hogwarts Castle, because of the uniqueness of his external body, there is no need to worry about anyone discovering, "Compared to magical animals that cannot think, the most powerful place for wizards Not just magic, but brains."

If you refer to the duel practice in the book of fantasy, Loren's current strength is more than enough to deal with the weak Basilisk.It's just that there is an undetectable boundary between reality and virtuality, and virtual battles can never replace real battles.

Not all battles are simulated, so Flamel didn't use the Book of Fantasy to build virtual basilisks for him to practice with.

Loren held the suitcase he was carrying, which contained the things he had prepared to deal with the basilisk. The weight reduced by the Untraceable Stretching Curse gave him a sense of solidity in his heart.

(End of this chapter)