The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Genius to remember the address of this site in one second: []The fastest update! No ads! After the two voices were forgotten, Harry and Ron's faces became dazed.

After a while, the two gradually got out of their dazed state.

Lockhart was already standing in front of them, put on a water-green robe, and said in a confident tone, "Children, we're heading to Hogwarts!"

Ron's expression became vivid, "Okay, Professor Lockhart! Your idea is still useful, otherwise we will definitely be stuck at the train station. If I miss the opening ceremony, I really don't know what to do."

Harry vaguely felt that something was wrong, there was an indescribable awkwardness, but he couldn't tell, so he could only follow Lockhart's footsteps vaguely.

When they got to the two oak gates of the castle, Harry found Filch standing outside the castle with his cat named Mrs Norris in his arms, and Mrs Norris stared at the Look at them with big red eyes.

"Take a good look at the castle, this may be your last night here," Filch looked at Harry and Ron with a malicious smile and bowed slightly to Lockhart.

"Ha! It's no big deal!" Lockhart showed his white teeth and stepped forward, as if he wanted to settle the matter directly.

"Sir, Professor Snape said he would like to take these two children to his office. If you are with them, please come with them." Lockhart's words did not help, Phil. Qi replied to Lockhart very respectfully, but his attitude was extremely firm.

"Well, maybe Professor Snape can't wait to get my autograph, I do have a lot of older fans," Lockhart shrugged, "To be honest, I should have a shower before seeing him. Going like this now will damage my image."

Harry and Ron felt a moment of despair: they didn't think Snape was a groupie.

Filch led them through the foyer, down the stone stairs, away from the auditorium, which smelled of food, and finally into Snape's office.

Snape was reading The Evening Prophet when he entered the house

"You have been seen by at least seven Muggles!" Seeing a few people come in, he threw the newspaper away and slammed it on the desk.

"Maybe some of you need to explain why you didn't come on the school bus. And you, Professor Gerald Lockhart! Why didn't you stop them when you were with them?" Snape's icy voice brought With an angry vibrato, both Harry and Ron shuddered and became more awake.

Snape tapped the door with his wand, and it slammed shut.

"Do you have any idea how serious this is? It would expose our world, not to mention your damage—"

"Wow! The headlines on the front page!" Lockhart took the newspaper and read it happily, "Ha, it's a pity that the photo is not very clear, and it doesn't capture the heroic appearance of my car..."

"How good are you driving?" Snape raised his head suddenly.

"That's right!" Lockhart gave Snape a very sunny smile, "Under my leadership, the three of us had a magical adventure! Most of the UK…”

"Shut up!" He jerked up from his chair and walked around Lockhart with his hands on the desk, "I can guarantee that I'll trade all my savings for you to become a Slytherin student-- You can leave it to me so you can find a suitable berth in Azkaban tonight!"

Whoosh!

Snape conjured a rope and tied Lockhart firmly.

"Severus, I understand your mood of chasing stars, but I hope you are rational..." Lockhart's mouth was sealed by Snape, and Snape was still a little worried, so he made up a petrification spell.

"Stand here honestly," Snape glanced at Harry and Ron. "I'll be back in a while. Maybe more than one person will be kicked out of the castle tonight."

Snape left the office.

Harry didn't feel hungry, and he was in great unease at this point, he knew that Snape should be going to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore. Although Professor McGonagall is fair and impartial, he is also extremely strict, and he and Ron are probably in a bad way. He could only count on Professor Dumbledore's mercy - he was said to always give second chances, and Harry would rather spend a semester in solitary confinement than be expelled.

Snape disappeared for half an hour. This half hour was extremely tormenting for the two of them. It's like you have already arrived at the airport, the plane will take off in two hours, and you haven't received the green code.

When Snape reappeared, he was accompanied by Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore, and a man dressed as a Ministry official. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, looking very angry. She raised her wand as soon as she entered the room, startling Harry and Ron, but she just lit the fireplace and thawed Lockhart by the way.

"Professor McGonagall—" Lockhart wanted to speak, but was silenced by Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, is this the new professor you hired this semester? Take the initiative to lead students to seriously violate the Secrecy Act?" It seemed that Professor McGonagall was indeed very angry, and she even choked Dumbledore rarely.

She clearly remembered that Lockhart was a disgusting attention-hungry person—he used to rant and talk a lot when he was in school, including but not limited to: he could make the Philosopher's Stone, lead the England's Quidditch team wins the World Cup and becomes Britain's youngest Minister of Magic. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

He used to have his name engraved on the Quidditch pitch in foot-long letters, he used to project his likeness into the sky - like the Dark Mark, and he even sent himself eight hundred greeting cards on Valentine's Day , the swarming of owls even forced breakfast to be cancelled.

Professor McGonagall was inexplicable about Dumbledore's decision, and now it feels very outrageous.

Dumbledore glanced at Lockhart and un-muted him, "So you really drove them to Hogwarts?"

"Uh, you can say the same thing..." Lockhart was a little guilty, but he still answered bravely.

Dumbledore confirmed the details with Harry and Ron again. It has to be said that Lockhart is really proficient in forgetting spells, and their confessions are closely matched and very reasonable.

So Dumbledore stood up straight and looked at the Ministry of Magic official who had been watching the play beside him.

The officer cleared his throat, "It seems that this is the case, Mr. Gerald Lockhart, you are involved in a serious violation of the International Wizarding Secrecy Act, and you need to come with me..."