Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Chapter 197: Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor... Hehe!

"Shouldn't it be?" Harry touched his chin, "I think Snape will win..."

Ron looked at Harry in disbelief as if he had just met him, "You've changed! So strange!"

"I'm just inferring based on facts..." Harry explained quickly, "After class, Vizet usually asks the professor questions... Think about it... Who is asked the least?"

Ron reacted, "Oh... It's Lockhart!"

"Okay! Okay! We should go to the library!" Hermione said in a raised voice, "Since we got the book list from Ravenclaw, we should study hard!"

"Look! Another proof!" Harry said excitedly, "This is the book list written by Vizet, which shows one thing - it's better to find books by yourself than to take Lockhart's class!"

"So let's get going quickly!" Hermione glanced at the open door in the distance, "Otherwise, Snape will run out and deduct our points!"

"That's right!" Ron and Harry said in unison, and followed Hermione to run to the movable staircase on the side.

At this moment, Snape appeared at the door and curled his lips at the empty corridor.

Lockhart stood beside him, roaring silently, and several curlers on his head fell off.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

He couldn't make any sound, so he could only slap the wall with his palms as a means of protest.

Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Lockhart's nose and shouted: "Now! I ask you a question, and you answer it!"

"Hey! This is my office! You have no right..." Lockhart was finally able to speak, but he could only look at the wand in Snape's hand and raise his hands in panic.

His voice was trembling, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Professor Snape... Let's talk nicely. If you have any questions, just ask... I will tell you everything I know..."

Snape shouted in a low and cold tone: "Tell me! Has Pansy Parkinson ever contacted you?"

Under Snape's cold and dark eyes, he felt as if he was seen through, and could only answer with a trembling voice: "When did she contact me? I really don't know..."

Snape asked: "No one has come to contact you?"

"I really don't know anything!" Lockhart shook his head repeatedly, "I have been replying to letters all day... You know... I am a well-known writer... I have many readers' letters to reply to..."

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, pushed Lockhart aside, raised his wand high and shouted: "Apparition!"

"I really don't know!" Lockhart screamed and buried his head very low, and shrugged his shoulders together, as if he wanted to shrink his body into a ball to avoid Snape's cold eyes and wand.

A golden vortex appeared, and countless golden powders fell. These golden powders hovered in the air and did not fall for a long time.

...

Lockhart seemed to notice that Snape had not moved for a long time. He clenched his fists, and his fingertips turned white due to the force. He mustered up a lot of courage to look outside the door.

After confirming that there was no one outside the door, he swallowed hard and squeezed out a voice: "Look... I'm telling the truth... I really didn't lie..."

Snape ignored the humble Lockhart and raised his wand again. The color of the powder in the air changed from gold to black, and a few strands slowly fell on the desk.

As Snape picked up a perfume bottle on the table, the black powder also dissipated.

"This... This is crazy... crazy water..." Lockhart broke out in a cold sweat and explained stammeringly, "I didn't... I didn't use a lot... I just used... I used a little bit!"

Snape didn't speak, still holding the perfume bottle, his lips tightly pursed.

Lockhart continued to defend, "This thing is...very expensive! I never give it to ordinary readers! Those loyal readers...like my books..."

Snape lowered his eyelids and looked at Lockhart as if he was looking at a piece of garbage, "If you dare to use this thing...on students..."

"Of course I won't!" Lockhart promised repeatedly, "Absolutely impossible! Absolutely not! I swear!"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, remember this! I can detect this thing!" Snape's tone became even colder, "Don't let me find it!"

"Otherwise, I will cut you up bit by bit...pulling out your bones one by one...and then helping you heal...pulling out your bones again..."

"Of course I won't!" Lockhart's body shrank even more, "I promise!"

Snape didn't say anything more, and took out the route map again, intending to go to the next place.

At this moment, he seemed to feel something, turned sideways at a very fast speed, raised his wand and stabbed out a red light.

Bang!

"O..." Lockhart was still holding the wand, and just as he opened his mouth, he was hit by the red light.

His eyes rolled back and he fainted. His body was like being hit by a heavy hammer. He instantly lost his balance and flew backwards, drawing an arc in the air, and hit the wall hard, making a loud noise.

"Merlin's Order of Merlin, Third Class Medal... Honorary Member of the Dark Arts Defense League... Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... Haha!" Snape smiled coldly and then left.

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"Nothing was found." Snape returned to the principal's office and threw the route map casually on the table.

"Is that so?" Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Snape carefully. He found a sneer on the corner of Snape's lips, "Did something good happen to him?"

"Haha..." Snape sat down opposite Dumbledore, "You may need to give Gilderoy Lockhart a quilt... He should still be lying on the ground now."

"He actually dared to conflict with you..." Dumbledore was a little surprised, "I thought he didn't dare to take action... What did you do to him?"

"It was just a stun spell, and it was just a silent cast, and he actually fainted... Medal of the Order of Merlin, Third Class... Haha!" Snape said casually, the sneer on his lips never disappearing.

"Fainted... That would be a bit embarrassing." Dumbledore groaned, "I just approved his request for assembly..."

Snape raised his eyebrows, "What request? Lockhart teaches everyone how to use curlers?"

"The Duel Club..." Dumbledore said with a strange expression, "Because of the previous attacks, he felt that everyone should learn to protect themselves."

"Should we learn to protect ourselves?" Snape raised his eyebrows, "If it's just to protect your hairstyle, those curlers should be very useful!"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Maybe? I just sent the consent form back. I hope there won't be any mistakes in the process."

"Maybe..." Snape said sarcastically, "He will want to pack up and get out!"

Chapter 198 Re-entering the Mirror World

Looking at Dumbledore who was breaking ice cream, Snape narrowed his eyes and asked, "You think you can feel at ease because there are no traces of dark magic?"

Dumbledore handed half of the ice cream to Snape, "Without the help of the Basilisk, it would not be so easy for the 'Heir' to harm Hogwarts through the previous methods."

Snape crossed his arms and shrank back, not picking up the ice cream Dumbledore handed him. "What if he unites with pure-blood families and creates another disturbance?"

Dumbledore put half of the sorbet on the plate, "Then kick me out of Hogwarts, make someone from a pure-blood family the new headmaster, and then carry out pure-blood reforms?"

"If the 'heir' is really willing to do that, I will be very happy to accept it... After all, I also want to know which pure-blood families are not peaceful enough."

The corner of Snape's mouth curved into a mocking arc, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, "Cornelly Fudge is becoming more and more wary of you. It really makes sense."

Dumbledore shrugged, chewed sorbet in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I just think... Hogwarts will become better if some of the unstable factors are dealt with, that's all."

"But the Daily Prophet won't be covering this at the moment... Have you read The Quibbler? That magazine is getting more and more interesting. I've subscribed to it for the whole year."

Snape stood up and said, "Now that you have made your plans, I have nothing to say."

"That's right!" Seeing Snape turn around, Dumbledore added, "As for Lockhart's application for the dueling club, it mentioned that he needed an assistant, so I wrote your name."

"You can do whatever you want!" Snape glanced back at Dumbledore, "I hope he won't escape Hogwarts overnight!"

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Weizet cast "Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Network State)", which was like a circle of vegetation bracelets, hoops around the basilisk's body.

One person and one snake walked through the pipes and came to the room where the Mirror of Erised was stored.

"Salazar...Slytherin...Mirror..." The basilisk looked very excited and walked back and forth in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Vizette said in Parseltongue: "Close your eyes and follow the guidance of my devil's net. Let's go see Dean Slytherin."

The basilisk closed its eyes and urged: "Okay... quick... quick..."

Wizette cast the Magic Eye. If the situation last time went by, the Mirror of Erised should have changed and erupted into a dazzling silver-blue light.

But the situation is a little different now, the Mirror of Erised still has no reaction.

"Since Headmaster Slytherin mentioned the curse..." Weizet looked at the Mirror of Erised, thinking about how to enter the mirror world, "Maybe I need to use the curse as a 'key'?"

With the help of "Guardian Meditation", the python-shaped "?" spell in my mind became extremely clear, clear enough to be projected into the Mirror of Erised.

The original three unique pictures disappeared, and the mirror seemed to be reflected in Weizet's mind, showing the python-shaped "?" spell pattern.

"n(nauthiz)!" Weizet muttered the spell in a low voice, and the Mirror of Erised finally reacted, bursting out with a strong silver-blue light, drowning him and the basilisk in it.

When Wizette came to his senses, he had appeared in the mirror world.

Different from the weird situation when you first entered here, in the center of the mirror world is the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

As Slytherin's skin showed blood, the serpent statue snaked its way to the ground and turned into a long staircase.

"Much faster than I expected." Slytherin stood up slowly, hissing in Parseltongue, "Long time no see..."

The basilisk responded: "Salazar...Slytherin...Salazar...Slytherin..."

Although the tone was still cold and vicious, Vizette could hear a different feeling from it.

The cold and vicious tone, like the fangs and glare of the basilisk, is its innate instinct;

Then its persistence and loyalty to Slytherin is what it slowly accumulated and what makes it different from others.

"You have changed a lot..." Slytherin sighed, reaching out and gently stroking the scales of the basilisk, "You have worked hard during this period..."

The basilisk was entrenched around Slytherin, and the voice became a little confused, "Not...sleepy..."

Slytherin nodded and patted the basilisk's head gently, "Of course...you can have a good sleep."