Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

The days at school were easy, and time passed quickly. Lockhart once tried to find Ravenclaw's crown in the Room of Requirement, but obviously he didn't have the protagonist's intuition like Harry's. He even felt that the original plot was nonsense: every time he entered the House of Requirement, there was a different entrance, and the House of Requirement was as big as a football field, and there were too many things inside.

No wonder Voldemort wanted to put things here. The drops of water are hidden in the sea, and the leaves are hidden in the forest. Voldemort is also a wise man. Maybe when Harry Potter trusts himself, Harry Potter can come to him, he has Voldemort's soul fragments on him, and he can feel Horcruxes.

As for Ginny's notebook, Lockhart is in no hurry. He will use this to complete a big deception again. At the most critical moment, he will point out Ginny's strangeness and find the entrance to the secret room, just like a mystery novel.

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The headless Nicole invited Lockhart, the new professor, to his five-hundred-year-old "birthday" dinner. Lockhart politely declined. Even in the memory of another life, he was in his twenties. party, he has no excess curiosity.

On Halloween, Lockhart attended the party like the other professors. As expected, he didn't see the 3-member group. He should be going to Nico's birthday party.

After eating, drinking, and socializing, Lockhart walked into the aisle, hoping to chat up and flirt with the passing senior girls. —

Suddenly there was a scream from the corridor. What's going on, is the basilisk coming out to bite? Lockhart ran towards the source of the sound, but when they arrived at the scene, they only saw the three Saviors staring blankly at a dead cat and blood-red words on the wall.

"You three, what are you doing!" Lockhart asked sharply, pretending not to know.

"Professor, this..." Ron was frightened, while Harry was dumbfounded. Hermione called out to the professor and rushed over and grabbed his arm, as though afraid of Lockhart running away.

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At this time, the banquet was just over, and a large number of students came along the aisle noisily. After seeing such a scene, they gathered around to watch, and Draco Malfoy said aloud in a strange voice: "The descendants of the enemy, be careful! You are the next target, hemp!"

"Malfoy, we all know how to read and don't need you to read it," Lockhart looked at him contemptuously. "If you like to read, you can go to a Muggle school and become an English teacher after graduation."

The students onlookers let out a slight laugh. Lockhart was a professor who could deduct his points after all. Malfoy was puffed up but reluctantly returned to the crowd.

"What happened? What happened?"

No doubt, Malfoy's cry caught Filch's attention, and he squeezed his shoulders out of the crowd. When he saw Mrs. Norris, he stepped back in fright, his face full of horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?" Filch screamed.

Immediately he widened his eyes and turned his gaze to Harry?

"You!" he screamed, "it's you! You killed my cat! You killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Mr. Filch, please calm down, I can prove that it wasn't Harry who did it." Lockhart stopped the excited Filch and said.

Dumbledore's voice came in just in time, "Come with me, Filch, and you too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger."

The crowd made way for Headmaster Dumbledore, and he walked in straight to untie Mrs. Norris.

Lockhart stepped forward: "My office is upstairs, recently."

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A group of people came to Lockhart's office and put the cat on the table, Dumbledore watched carefully.

"It's Harry," Filch shrieked, turning his dirty, tear-stained face to Harry—and Lockhart wondered why Filch insisted on framing Harry.

"I've never touched Mrs Norris!" Harry retorted loudly, feeling uncomfortable at the same time realizing that everyone was looking at him, except Lockhart and Dumbledore.

"Let me take a look," Lockhart stepped forward when it was time to pretend, "If it's black magic, I should have a way."

Went to the table, pretended to look at it, "Well, it's not petrification, nor is it a magic trick. Otherwise, it's absolutely impossible for me to solve it." Nonsense, Dumbledore can't solve it either.

Lockhart straightened up and concluded: "I think it should be some kind of evil creature, maybe a monster in that secret room. I've encountered this kind of thing on my adventures before, and only the antidote made by the magic apple can help. save her."

Dumbledore nodded: "Since Professor Lockhart thinks so, then—Snape! It's up to you."

Snape nodded. UU reading www. uukanshu.com rarely had a chance to say a word.

Dumbledore turned to Harry: "Then, Harry, what were you doing there, didn't see you at the dinner."

"I was..." Harry was about to explain.

"They were with me at the time, and I was asking them about the plot of my next book." Lockhart came out to help. "Maybe they can give some advice."

Dumbledore looked at Lockhart suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why Lockhart was lying to Harry because he saw Lockhart at the dinner party.

Harry was a little puzzled and moved. Although it was indeed not what he did, he felt warm-he encountered professors favoring students more than once in school, but it was indeed the first time... Although I don't know why , the object of favoritism has become himself, this feeling is - affection?

Dumbledore finally decided to give the professor a face. After all, Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts class taught well, and there was nothing suspicious about it. "That's none of your business, you go back to the dormitory."

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out of the office.

"Why did Lockhart speak for us, we didn't do anything in the first place!" Ron said disapprovingly.

"Shut up Ron, you're not satisfied with helping you solve the trouble!" Hermione jumped out.

"What are you worried about Hermione, I know you like Lockhart, but you have to be careful, he's a playboy, a big celebrity."

"You're not allowed to speak ill of the professor!" Hermione, the brain-dead fan, was anxious, as if she wanted to hit Ron.

"Okay, Ron, don't talk like that, Professor Lockhart is a good man, don't use your careful thinking to speculate on others." Harry was sandwiched between two friends, still only in charge of smoothing things out.

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