Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

This isn't the first time Clark has visited Gilderoy Lockhart's office on the fourth floor.

It's just different from the previous times, when the three of Clark walked into the office with Professor Lockhart.

Whether it is on the wall or on the desktop, the photos of Lockhart all put away the false bright smiles of the past, and instead, they are all thinking with a rather serious expression.

"Thank you for your help, Professor!" Clark followed Lockhart into his office and said calmly.

"It's nothing." Lockhart shrugged. "After all, I'm your teacher, and you're my best student... No teacher would mind helping his best student!"

"I've always thought of you as an excellent teacher, professor." Clark looked at him with sincerity.

"Really, do you really think so?"

Lockhart laughed as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"Indeed, Professor!"

Clark nodded, Lockhart's smile stopped, the expression on his face became serious, and he looked at Clark without blinking.

The eyes of the two met, and in the end, Lockhart's mouth showed a smile again, but this time, it was no longer the false and standard look.

"You, you, I really moved the teacher." Lockhart shook his head, Harry and Ron suddenly found that the frivolous temperament of the professor suddenly disappeared.

"There are so many students in the entire Hogwarts castle...I think they almost found out that my performance didn't match the description in the book.

But only you, only you, Clark, still listened to my every lesson so seriously, and this is what I admire most about you, Clark, we are the same kind of people! "

"I don't understand what you mean...Professor." Clark asked pretending to be puzzled.

"Look, look, don't you just understand?" Lockhart pointed to Harry and Ron, who were standing beside them, looking confused, "Look at them, that's the real confusion."

Harry and Ron stared at them blankly, as if to validate Lockhart's words.

Clark was silent, he really couldn't be like Harry and Ron.

"That's why, when you came to me, I agreed to accept you, a genius who pretends to be confused, as a disciple. You are a liar, but in your mouth you are a good teacher. Don't take me for a fool. Ah, Clark...though I'm acting like that."

Harry watched the two of them ask and answer each other, a vague idea in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it for a while.

"By the way, you already knew that I was a liar."

Lockhart's words were like a blast of thunder, completely dispelling the fog in Harry's mind.

[It turns out that Professor Lockhart is a liar, then the books he wrote... It turns out that Clark already knew about it, but he.... 】

Harry thought wildly in his mind.

Clark looked at Lockhart and nodded, "Yes, I did know it for a long time, but I think that since Professor Dumbledore recruited you to Hogwarts as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he naturally has him. intentional."

"Haha," Lockhart let out an inexplicable laugh, "I was really surprised when Dumbledore found me."

He glanced at Harry, who was standing beside him.

"After all, others don't know, does Dumbledore not know?

The hero who saved a village from the scourge of werewolves was not me, but an ugly old American wizard;

It wasn't me who expelled the ghost of Wan Lun, it was a Scottish witch with a mouth with a mouth;

And the one who swims with the ghouls, the one who goes on vacation with the dominatrix, the one who lives with the yeti... it's not me..."

Lockhart was there to talk, and both Harry and Ron were stunned by his words.

"I just need to track down those good wizards, gain their trust, and ask them how they did those things.

Of course, I'm going to cast them a good forgetting spell at the end so they'll forget about it. "

"So you put everything on your account that other people did?" Harry asked in disbelief. "Do these Professor Dumbledore know that too?"

Lockhart laughed and said, "That old liar, of course he knows. Harry, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore will continue to hire me as a teacher at Hogwarts even though he knows I'm a liar. , it's because of you."

"Because of me?" Harry's face was puzzled, he didn't know how this matter came to him again.

"Of course," Lockhart said sarcastically. "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, this is a cursed job."

"From a few decades ago, every teacher who accepted the job couldn't have done it for a year.

Four of them were seriously injured and could only spend their life in St. Mungo's; five became disabled; thirteen resigned with minor injuries; and one died.

Quirinus Quirrell, my prefect when I was studying in Ravenclaw, what a fine man, I remember his whirlwind spell making was excellent.

But he died on the post inexplicably like this, and Dumbledore didn't give any explanation. Does Professor Hogwarts still have a death indicator?

So even if you gave me 10,000 Galleons, I wouldn't apply for this position! "

When Lockhart said this, he shuddered. You must know that he is also the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

"But you came anyway, didn't you?" Clark said.

"Yeah." Lockhart said quietly.

"It was a terrible accident, Dumbledore happened to know a wizard who had stolen my experience, and he discovered my secret, and he followed the clues and caught me.

I thought I was going to be ruined, but he gave me a suggestion to come to Hogwarts, just kidding, is that a suggestion?

He didn't give me a second choice other than Hogwarts and Azkaban! "

Hearing Lockhart's tragic experience, even Clark couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lockhart also looked aggrieved. "Actually, I also told Dumbledore that I am not familiar with other spells except for forgetting spell and Occlumency, so I can't teach you much."

"But Professor Dumbledore didn't expect you to teach us anything, did he?" Clark said.

"Yes," Lockhart sighed. "He told me that none of this matters. I don't have to teach you anything, I just need to play a pompous clown, at least in front of Harry."

"Why?" Harry wondered.

Clark looked at him. "It may be that Headmaster Dumbledore is worried that you have become arrogant because of your own savior's reputation."

Harry couldn't accept this at all, "I'm not a child anymore, how can I..."

"Yeah." Clark nodded. "As early as the beginning of the school year, I mentioned this to Headmaster Dumbledore. This is not only irresponsible to the students of the school, but also distrustful of you."

"Unfortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't seem to think so. Maybe he thinks you are too young to control your own destiny well."

Lockhart and Clark looked at each other, and suddenly interjected, "Isn't this normal? The old headmaster was like this when we were studying at Hogwarts."

"This kind of parent will always not interfere in the lives of their children, and think that their lives should be according to their own. The smarter and stronger they are, the more so."

The words of the two made Harry's heart a little uncomfortable, and he suddenly remembered that last year, Headmaster Dumbledore did not support the resurrection of the dead.

At this time, Lockhart, who had explained everything, had already stood up. He picked up the suitcase next to the bed, and began to stuff the photos on the table, the clothes on the bed, etc., bit by bit.

Seeing Lockhart packing his luggage quickly, Ron, who was stunned because he ate a big melon, also reacted.

"Professor, what are you doing?" Ron asked.

Lockhart said without any embarrassment: "Can't you see this? I'm going to leave here and run away."

Harry also came back to his senses, "No, you just told Professor McGonagall and the others..."

"I lied to them," Lockhart said, pulling a poster of himself from behind the door and rolling it up.

"Actually, they didn't really count on me. I dare say that my acting skills are very good. Mag and the others have always thought I was a fool."

"So what about Hermione and Neville?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Ah, as for that—how unfortunate it is."

Lockhart said, avoiding the pressing eyes of the two of them, pulling open the drawer of the desk with force, and packing the odds and ends into a large bag.

"No one is more sorry than me... But you heard it just now, I'm not... I'm not as powerful as you think, so good at dealing with those monsters... Besides, Dumbledore is powerless!"

His explanations became more and more smooth, and the movements of his hands did not stop. He piled some socks on the clothes in the box.

"For such a long time, they haven't even touched a single hair of the monster, and they don't even know where the door of the secret room opens. What can you expect from me?"

Lockhart waved his wand as he spoke.

The few pictures that were left on the walls were ripped off and flew into his suitcase, leaving the office empty, as if no one had ever lived there.

He ping-pong to put the lid on the suitcase, locked it, and all the salutes were packed away.

"We know!" Harry exclaimed anxiously.

"what?"

"I mean we know where the back room is and what's in it." Harry wanted to get him.

Lockhart, however, shook his head, as if I didn't listen, I didn't listen.

"I've figured it out, let me leave in disgrace. Since this position is cursed, it's better to have no fame than to die."

His words left Harry speechless, yes, although Lockhart is not a good person, he has no right to ask him to risk his life.

"Then let's say goodbye, Clark, and you!" Speaking of the salute, Lockhart walked to the door of the office.

At this moment, Clark suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

Lockhart stopped and turned his back to them, "Tentatively, let's go to France first, romantic Paris, the Seine beach with bikini beauties everywhere, and the bustling Champs-Elysees, it should be quite suitable for me. …”

"But you're still a little unwilling, aren't you, Professor Lockhart?"

Clark's words made Lockhart's hand stop on the doorknob, "I'm not your teacher anymore."

"If you leave now, we naturally won't recognize you as a teacher, but you haven't left yet."

Clark's tone was sincere.

"No matter what your level is, we have always regarded you as a teacher, and Hermione admires you even more.

People are often faced with many choices in life, and these choices will determine who we will become and where we will go.

It will leave us bruised and bruised, and it will leave us utterly defeated.

But having choices is what makes us human, isn't it?

Escape won't solve the problem, he will only make you wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and sob secretly. "

Give yourself a chance, Professor! "

The room fell into constant silence, and everyone could only hear Lockhart's heavy breathing.

Harry and Ron stared at Lockhart's back, expecting that Clark's words would make a difference.

A miracle happened, and Lockhart sighed, his hand off the office doorknob.

"Well, you win! Honestly, Clark, it's a shame you're not a teacher."

Lockhart threw the suitcase aside, and then sat down on the sofa.

"Tell me what's going on."

Clark told Lockhart everything they had found, including the fact that the monster in the chamber was a basilisk, how it moved around the castle, and where the entrance to the Slytherin chamber was.

"If what you said is true, I'm afraid my new book will be available." Lockhart made a big joke.

"Okay, I'll take this risk with you." After speaking, he stood up, "Go, go to that bathroom first."

Harry and Clark followed behind him, but at this moment ~www.readwn.com~ Ron hesitated.

Since it is known that Lockhart's books are all bragging, his strength is very questionable.

Lockhart seemed to have sensed Ron's thoughts and looked at Clark deliberately.

"Well, if it wasn't for Dumbledore's orders, how could I not even be able to deal with a group of Cornish elves. You know, I got 7 O's in the OWLs exam back then."

As soon as he said this, Ron immediately blushed and followed them quickly.

The four walked out of Lockhart's office and returned to Myrtle's bathroom again.

At this time, Myrtle didn't know where she had gone, maybe it was Snape's interruption just now that drove her away.

Clark and the others didn't care, Harry walked directly to the sink and shouted at the serpentine carving above the faucet.

"Open!"

A strange hissing sound sounded, a dazzling white light flashed, and the entrance to the secret room appeared in front of them again.