Hogwarts: The Book of Magic

Chapter 133 The Damn Bug

Dumbledore sat in a chair, his eyes drooping, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"What are you waiting for, Dumbledore? This is a big matter that concerns the safety of Hogwarts." Ms. Doris Deventer said.

"I think what Ms. Dewent said is right, but where is the secret room hidden? When I was the headmaster, I searched the school several times but couldn't find it. Should I say that I am a Slytherin?" Evra said.

"Dumbledore, this is my request, don't let Hogwarts fall into a panic in the Chamber of Secrets. I... I..." Mr. Armando Dippet started to cry as he spoke.

He regarded the secret room incident as a disgrace to his principal career, and it was precisely because of that secret room incident that he resigned.

"Well, the time is set for this Saturday. We will spend a whole day searching the castle again. Let the little wizards stay in the dormitory at that time, so that they have time to do their homework." Dumbledore pondered After a while, he said.

"I will ask the house-elves to help." Considering that several professors need to prepare lessons on weekends, and the time is a bit tight, Dumbledore also brought in the house-elves.

"This is the best." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what the result is, checking it out can at least give people some peace of mind.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Principal." An annoying voice sounded in the principal's room, which attracted the attention of several deans and Dumbledore.

"I noticed that everyone seems a little nervous. Why don't I hold a dueling club, how about it? I happen to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I will teach the students more practical magic spells with both hands, so that everyone can relax. some."

While talking, Lockhart also paid attention to showing a warm smile.

The four deans looked at their noses with their eyes, their noses at their hearts, and did not move at all.They were not interested in the dueling club proposed by Lockhart at all, to be precise, they hated Lockhart, an annoying guy.

But Lockhart kept talking, telling Dumbledore about the advantages of having a dueling club.

"Okay, okay, you can handle this matter as you see fit." Dumbledore said helplessly, digging out his ears.

He now feels that his ears are hurting.

"I'm sure those boys and girls will scream with excitement when they hear the news." Lockhart laughed.

"By the way, I still need an assistant. You know, I have to set some examples for the children. I can't just rely on explanations, right? I mean, at least let them know what to do."

As he spoke, Lockhart brushed off the four deans one by one.

Professor McGonagall?No, no, she's a master shapeshifter, and I heard she was an Auror before.

Professor Flitwick?Lockhart immediately dismissed the idea.

He came from Ravenclaw College, so he naturally knew the strength of his headmaster.That was the champion of the dueling contest, and he was still teaching Charms at Hogwarts. Merlin knew how strong Professor Flitwick was now.

Professor Sprout?No, the professor always looks happy to everyone. If I accidentally hurt her, it will affect my image in the hearts of the little wizards.

From Lockhart's looks, only Professor Snape was the most sympathetic to him.

The Potions professor, after teaching for so many years, probably has almost forgotten his actual combat experience.Moreover, he has a bad reputation among the students. Only by knocking him to the ground can he gain more cheers.

Lockhart nodded in satisfaction, and said to Dumbledore: "I think Dean Snape is good, but I don't know if Dean Snape is willing."

Just now Lockhart blatantly looked at several professors, causing their displeasure, among them Snape was the most.

Damn bugs, disgusting hypocrisy.Snape thought so at the time.

Snape was a little surprised when he heard Lockhart's words now, raised his brows, and looked at Lockhart with no trace of joy or anger in his cold eyes.

But anyone who knew Snape well knew that at this moment, Snape probably couldn't help but make a move.

In fact, Snape's hand had already crept up to the handle of his own wand.

"How about it, Professor Snape? Don't worry, I will be merciful. It's just a demonstration for the children. There will be no danger."

Lockhart smiled at Snape, acting somewhat harmless.

After all, if Snape refused, where would he find such a good "model".

Snape had let go of his wand, and he wasn't angry at all now, because getting angry with a fool would turn him into a fool in the long run.

He simply turned around, looked at the Sorting Hat on the small round stool, and ignored Lockhart.

But how could Lockhart let go of such a good opportunity, and continued: "Hey, Professor Snape, it's all for the sake of the children, you won't refuse it? Think about it, in case you win ( The use of "defeat" here seems to have the same meaning) for me, what a great honor it would be, when you can publish a book "Me Who Defeated Lockhart", you will definitely be able to transfer a lot of money to Gallen, That's better than you messing around with these bottles and jars."

"Respectable and clean," Lockhart added.

Snape turned his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at Lockhart, as if he was looking at a strange thing.

"Then... I will agree. I hope that Professor Lockhart will show mercy." Snape said, but anyone could hear the coldness and murderous intent in his tone.

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and snorted coldly as he passed by Lockhart.

Damn bug, what am I going to do with him then?Killing Curse?Imperius Curse?Cruciatus?

Or let him blow up a few pieces in front of his face with rip apart?
Or let him try my new potion?

As Snape walked, he kept thinking about how he would "deal with" this annoying bug that jumped around.

Lockhart looked at the departing Snape and smiled with satisfaction. He seemed to see the scene when he accepted the cheers from the little wizards.

"Then I'll get ready first." Lockhart also left the principal's room with a smile.

The other three deans and Professor Dumbledore kept making eye contact.

"Why would someone rush to die?" Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Flitwick.

"Is this the kind of person who came out of Ravenclaw?" Sprout looked at Professor Flitwick.

"Didn't you say that Ravenclaws are all smart?" Dumbledore looked at Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick: I don't know either.

(End of this chapter)