Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"It's not mine—" Hermione didn't know what to say. "He's Gilderoy's..."

"It's not from you and him. What do you mean by helping him raise the child he had from someone else? How can there be such a stupid girl as you in the world?" Aberforth came over to take a look, "No, it seems to be with you. It's a bit like, hey, why does this child have magic in his body!"

Even the best wizards will never have more than a trace of magic power in their bodies when they are born, until they are three or four years old... This trace of magic power will start to grow slowly, and generally reach a level that is sufficiently extroverted when they are six or seven years old.

"It's not a baby!"

"The eyes are very vicious, Mr. Dumbledore." Lockhart had no choice but to speak, "I am Gilderoy Lockhart, who has been killed by the mysterious man, and was resurrected in some way."

Lockhart lay in Hermione's arms, struggling to see Aberforth through the wisps of gray hair and beard. He wore glasses, and behind the dirty lenses, eyes almost identical to Dumbledore's, but brighter blue, gleamed sharply.

"Guidero didn't hurt anyone, he was resurrected with the blood of a unicorn!" Hermione was a little worried that he would attack Lockhart, and quickly explained, while raising an arm to block Lockhart, who was in a baby state. "That unicorn isn't dead either!"

"Oh, really." Aberforth and Lockhart looked at each other for a while, then turned and sat back in the chair, "You don't have to say so much, I don't care if he hurt anyone or the one who donated blood. Is the unicorn dead or not, in this troubled world, your own life is the most important."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair by the table.

"Hey, it looks miserable. When Dumbledore died, you should have run away with your little wife. You have to stay and resist..." Aberforth shook his head and said, "Now it has changed. How dare you come to Hogwarts in such a ghost state, what are you trying to do?"

"There's something in Hogwarts that will help me recover. I have to go in once."

"Isn't it good for someone to help you? Snape controls the school very strictly, don't you know?" Aberforth said angrily, "It's your own business. If you can't protect your wife, don't worry about it. It's useless to let a little girl accompany you on adventures! Putting your family in danger is the greatest incompetence of a man, and you are as shameless as my brother!"

"I do!" Hermione argued in a low voice.

"Hey! You are a husband and wife. I don't dare to care about it, so you can go in," Aberforth said angrily, "Here, this is the door."

"Don't worry, contact Ginny first and make sure no one but her is on the other side of the secret passage before entering." Lockhart said, "Sit here for a while."

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Lockhart held the note and contacted Ginny. The distance between the two was less than a thousand meters at this time, and the connection took very little magic power. Ginny said she just got up and wondered if there was anyone in the room on Demand...

"It's past six. She hasn't woken up yet?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Not everyone is as studious as you are, Granger—no, Mrs. Lockhart, your diligence has even been heard by me, the bartender in Hogsmeade."

"Oh, yes..." Hermione replied timidly, looking nervous, as if Aberforth would jump up and kill Lockhart in his arms next.

She didn't know what to do, and she took the bottle tremblingly from her pouch, trying to feed Lockhart.

"I was only full an hour ago, Hermione," said Lockhart dissatisfied.

"Oh. Forgot, drink more..."

Aberforth remained motionless in his chair, staring with interest at the eerie interaction between Hermione and the baby in his arms, which made Lockhart's milk no wonder. Not to mention the old guy's eyes look like his brother's.

Aberforth and Lockhart looked at each other, cleared their throats, and decided to say something.

"Know why my brother is dead and there are still a whole bunch of Order of the Phoenix willing to resist the mysterious man?"

"Resisting You-Know-Who is what every wizard with a conscience should do!" Hermione exclaimed, "We'd do the same without the Headmaster."

"Well, Mrs. Lockhart, who has a conscience, listen to me. Hogwarts has a mysterious magic, which was set up by Gryffindor, one of the four founders... It is a very secretive The spiritual implication of this can make one unconsciously become brave, loving and responsible..."

"It's no secret, a lot of people know it, especially the professors at Hogwarts," Lockhart said. "I don't think it's a bad thing, at least it makes it less empty and shallow."

"But You-Know-Who also graduated from Hogwarts!" said Hermione. "Many Death Eaters also graduated from Hogwarts."

"It's not so magical, Miss Granger—" Aberforth shook his head, knowing that he had called the wrong name again, only because Hermione was too young. "It can only make people better who have love and responsibility in their hearts, but it can't turn a selfish and murderous person around...at best to lessen the evil in their hearts. There is also a situation where a Death Eater thinks that He's doing the right thing, loving and responsible - and that Hogwarts magic will only make him a firmer supporter of You-Know-Who."

"So what?" Lockhart asked.

"I don't mean anything else, I just think that you should think about it, why are you fighting, don't just be deceived by my brother's rhetoric, what the greater interests are, etc..."

"It's fine if you give up resistance yourself, why do you want others to give up too!" Hermione said angrily.

"No, no, I just hope that you have your own goals and ideas, instead of following others' opinions - so that you can go on more firmly, if you just fight for face or a sense of justice, you won't be able to persevere in the end... "

"Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore, I think we both have a clear purpose and determination to resist," Lockhart said.

"Good luck, then." Aberforth shrugged and stopped talking.

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After sitting quietly like this for a while, Ginny told them that it was time to go, she drove the others away and would wait for them there.

"Arianna." Aberforth stood up and nodded to the **** the wall.

The portrait opened like a door, revealing the entrance to a tunnel.

"Good luck to you all," Aberforth gave Hermione a hand to help her get into the tunnel in the wall without freeing her baby's arms.

"Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore." Hermione thanked her back, turned and entered the hole behind Ariana's portrait. On that side were smooth stone steps, and it seemed that the passage had been there for many years. Brass lamps hung on the walls, and the dirt floor was trodden flat. She walked in the passage, shadows cast on the walls, swaying like a fan.

"This tunnel isn't on the Marauder's map," Hermione said. "It's probably a new one, h.a. it's been a lot of work."

"It's normal, the Death Eaters will definitely bury the long tunnel," Lockhart said. "Did you go to the tunnel with Harry and the others when you were in school?"

"Why, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I can go to Hogsmeade openly. Only Fred and George like to dig into the tunnel. I know that the tunnel exists because I took Harry's Marauder's map..."

"Okay, very thoughtful," Lockhart boasted. "My God, you didn't leave Harry without any props..."

Hermione blushed, but luckily she couldn't see it in the tunnel.

"For safety, of course, bring a full set of equipment!"

"Well, I understand." Lockhart squeezed Hermione's arm in support.

Hermione walked in the tunnel for a while, turned a corner, and came to the end of the passage. Another short stone step leads to a door exactly like the one behind Ariana's portrait. Hermione reached out a hand and pushed it away.

The room was a mess: it was huge, it looked like a fancy treehouse, and it looked like the cabin of a big ship. Colorful drapery, with hammocks of various colors hanging from the ceiling, hanging from the lobby that surrounds the windowless dark parquet walls covered with a variety of bright tapestries, with a view of Ravenclaw bronze The eagle, against a blue background; and the black badger of Hufflepuff, with a yellow background; and the golden lion of Gryffindor, with a bright red background; only Slytherin's silver and green. There are bookshelves crammed into the room, broomsticks against the wall, and a large wooden radio in the corner.

"Hermione!" Ginny stretched out her hand and stood below to help her, Hermione stepped on the ground smoothly, "Hurry up and put on the invisibility cloak, it will be bad to see the professor later h.a. ."

After Ginny helped Hermione, she quickly stood far away, for fear that Lockhart would still **** her blood.

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—(To be continued.)

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