Chapter 19 Tell me the way to get rid of Dumbledore!

Along the way, Lockhart carefully covered his hat to prevent the inexplicable draft from lifting it off.

It was time for get out of class to end at this time. When the students in the corridor saw him, they had surprised expressions on their faces and whispered to each other.

"Why are Professor Lockhart still here?"

"Yeah! I thought he escaped Hogwarts."

"It's time to go to Potions class! Don't give Snape a chance to deduct points!"

The comments coming from behind made Lockhart feel particularly uncomfortable, almost as uncomfortable as losing his hair.

He let out a long sigh and saw a student not far away who was a book lover who had come to visit him. He quickly walked up and said, "Amitina, what's the next class?"

"Professor Lockhart? The next class is the History of Magic class." Amitina's face was filled with surprise, only surprise. There was no surprise that Lockhart wanted to see.

That expression seemed to be saying: "Why are you still here?"

"History of Magic class?" Lockhart tried his best to keep the smile on his face and tightened the hat on his head. "What about Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Are there other professors taking the place?"

Amitina nodded, "Yes."

Seeing Amitina's actions, Lockhart asked eagerly: "Who is that substitute professor? Snape? Or Flitwick?"

"An old wizard... claims to be from Armenia." Amitina replied, "Let's call him 'Professor Avakian'..."

Before Amitina could finish speaking, Lockhart's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt that his vision suddenly went dark, and the sounds around him seemed to echo.

Amitina saw the pale Lockhart and asked in a worried tone: "Professor Lockhart? Professor Lockhart? What's wrong with you?"

Lockhart let out a long breath, waved his hand and said, "Where is that Avakian?"

"She should still be in the classroom, there will be classes in a while." Amitina frowned, "Professor Lockhart, are you okay? Look at your face..."

"Yeah!" Lockhart responded casually and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was not far away. When the surrounding students saw Lockhart, almost all of them had similar expressions of surprise.

Lockhart couldn't care about this now, and kept suppressing the growing worry in his heart, until he entered the classroom and saw a familiar figure.

For a moment, a chill ran down his spine, and chicken skin appeared all over his body, "Altom...Altom Avakian?"

"Teaching others is such a difficult thing... I'm exhausted!" Artom Avakian was still complaining. When he heard someone calling his name, he looked over and said, "Are you talking about me?"

Lockhart broke into a cold sweat and asked stumblingly: "Why...why...are you...appearing here?"

Artom Avakian twisted his waist and stretched his body while saying: "Dumbledore... Mr. asked me to come over to help, so I came over."

"How did he find you?" Lockhart stepped forward quickly, as if he wanted to see every pore of Artom Avakian and confirm the identity of the person in front of him.

"Who are you?" Artom Avakian raised his eyebrows, "You don't look like a student... Why are you here?"

Lockhart gritted his teeth and said, "I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Gilderoy Lockhart!"

"You guy! You just showed up now!" Artom Avakian looked like he suddenly realized, "How long have I been teaching for you? This Galleons are really easy to earn!"

Lockhart suddenly realized the problem. He pointed at himself and asked, "You don't know me?"

Artom Avakian showed a disgusted expression, "You are not a new chip style, why do I have to know you?"

"Oh! Damn it! It hurts again!" He suddenly covered his forehead, reached into his pocket with his trembling right hand, took out a metal can and drank.

Lockhart frowned and asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"

"God knows what happened! This damn thing tastes terrible!" Artom Avakian spat, shook the metal can and said, "My memory is damaged, I have to rely on this thing to stay awake."

"The memory is damaged?" Lockhart gasped and asked impatiently, "Why is this happening?"

"Why do you care about this?" Artom Avakian said impatiently, "Now that you are back, I can be relieved and receive treatment with peace of mind!"

"What kind of treatment will you receive?" Lockhart touched his pocket, "If you are willing to tell me, I can pay you! One Galleung!"

Artom Avakian's eyes lit up, "Give me a galleon for answering the question?"

"One Galleung for each question!" Lockhart said solemnly, "Answer my question first! Follow me to the office later, and I'll give it to you right away!"

Artom Avakian said simply: "Then just ask! This is Hogwarts anyway, and I'm not afraid of you defaulting on your debt."

"Why is your memory impaired?"

"I don't know, it's a galleung!"

"Who is helping you repair your memory?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, the reward is to let me teach instead."

"What's the most dangerous thing that's ever happened to you?"

"Once, in order to avoid debt, I ran to a dark wizard village and met a werewolf there! It was so thrilling! I was almost bitten by a werewolf! I don't want to become a werewolf!"

"Werewolf?" Lockhart felt as if his heart skipped a beat.

Artom Avakian nodded and said, "Yes! He also specially chose Full Moon to duel with me. It's clear that he has bad intentions! Four galleons!"

Lockhart's lips trembled as he asked the next question: "Now...to what extent...has your memory...recovered?"

Artom Avakian shrugged, "Only a small memory from the past few years has not been repaired. If I don't stop taking the medicine, it should be fine in a year, right?"

"This is what Mr. Dumbledore told me. He said that this memory is the most important memory to me because it is the source of my memory impairment."

"If this memory is restored, in addition to not having a headache, I can also know who the person who caused my memory damage is! Let's see if I don't kill him then!"

Lockhart felt a roar in his ears, "A small memory from the past few years!"

"I'm going to get you a galleon now..." He wandered out of the classroom and walked towards his office.

"Five Galleons! Remember!" Artom Avakian reminded from behind.

Lockhart didn't know how he sat down. It seemed that he was just stunned for a moment before returning to his office.

"His memory can be restored... It's over! It's over! Dumbledore!"

He took out the notebook with "T.M. Riddle" written on it and slowly wrote a line on it, "You said you can drive away Dumbledore? Then tell me the method!"

Watching the writing on the notebook disappear, he pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and added another line: "And...can you help me grow my hair again?"

Chapter 20 The preliminary Animagus thesis

As the Christmas holidays approach, Hogwarts becomes increasingly lively.

The topics discussed by the students have changed. They are all thinking about what they will do during the Christmas vacation and where they will travel.

As the discussions in the Duel Club decreased, Vizette became more relaxed and gradually returned to the pace of study and life he was most accustomed to.

Most of Weizet's energy during this time was focused on the Animagus;

What he has to do now is to take out his wand every morning and evening, put the tip of the wand against his heart, and recite a long list of spells at the same time;

During the process of reciting the mantra, he could actually feel the second heartbeat. In addition to the inexplicable strong curiosity, a different picture would appear in his mind.

It was a flame burning like a wave. This flame was very familiar to him. It was the scene of Nirvana that he felt through the Phoenix Mark when Phoenix Fox was in Nirvana.

This picture of Nirvana is constantly changing. As he chants the mantra every day, the flame is becoming solid and transforming into the shape of an egg.

This is why Weizet plans to wait until after Christmas before going to the Forbidden Forest to find the mysterious altar and try to use weather spells to induce thunderstorms.

If his guess is correct, perhaps the Animagus form he transformed into will be an extremely rare magical animal - the Phoenix!

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With such expectations, matters related to the Animagus paper have officially begun to advance.

After discussing with Professor McGonagall, Weizet formally established the topic of this paper and determined it as "Improving the success rate and safety of Animagus."

Since there are not many successful cases of Animagus, and the overall cycle is extremely long, in addition to the two examples of Weizet and Professor McGonagall, a large amount of literature needs to be collected for support.

In addition to attending classes, Weizet spent most of his time in the library. He finally completed writing the formal outline before the Christmas vacation, and expanded the text based on the outline to complete the first draft.

After class, Weizet left the classroom with Professor McGonagall.

"This is..." Professor McGonagall took the notebook handed over by Weizet, and her expression suddenly changed, "The first draft of Animagus's paper?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Wizette nodded and said a little embarrassedly, "Because I was a little too busy before."

"Learning weather spells...there are also some unexpected circumstances that have put this first draft on hold for the past few days. I have just finished writing it."

Professor McGonagall opened the notebook and read page by page, her voice a little stunned, "This degree of completion..."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall..." Weizet's tone became even more embarrassed, "Because of some special reasons, I am still delaying the last step."

"The current level of completion is not very high. It's just a few early steps. I have spared the part about taking potions during thunderstorms. It should still affect reading."

"Hmm..." Professor McGonagall groaned, looking at Wizette and sighing.

Just when Weizet was about to say something, Professor McGonagall reached out and patted Weizet on the shoulder, and quickly comforted: "Weizet, you have done a great job!"

"Of course I didn't mean that... The degree of completion is actually quite high. It's just a matter of wording and discussion that still needs to be revised. I can just do this part!"

"Professor McGonagall, thank you so much!" Vizet nodded repeatedly, feeling relieved. "In fact, you have provided me with a lot of help..."

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