Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 317 Useless tacit understanding

 Kyle’s method has a very significant effect.

After the thick stack of greeting cards was handed over to the dwarfs, they finally spent a fairly normal morning.

Although there were still fish that slipped through the net and jumped out from all kinds of corners, Kyle used the Disillusionment Curse to dodge them in time.

As for class time... Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick both accepted Kyle's suggestion and blocked the classroom door with magic spells so that the dwarfs could not enter.

Furthermore, I heard from people in other grades that there were two petrified dwarfs in the Potions classroom. They were placed on the left and right at the door of the underground classroom, as if they were two very tasteless statues.

 At first, everyone thought there was another attack and seemed a little panicked, but later they learned that this was Snape's work...the purpose was to warn the remaining dwarfs to stay away from him.

 In the castle, as the two classes in the morning passed, the dwarfs began to appear more and more frequently. Apparently, they had completed their tasks.

By the time the last Charms class ended, there were already three dwarfs waiting for Kyle in the corridor.

The same goes for Cedric.

This also forced them to hide in the common room for lunch.

 “Someone is definitely causing trouble!”

Cedric stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth and frowned: "There are so many people in Hogwarts, why are they always staring at us? There must be something wrong with it."

"Don't you have to think about it?" Kyle glanced at him and pointed towards the ceiling.

Cedric understood instantly and said through gritted teeth: "Fred, George!"

 No wonder he always felt that the content in those greeting cards had a familiar feeling, but now he understood it all, it was clearly the style of the twins.

Fortunately, he had felt guilty before, but he didn't expect that those two people had already started causing mischief. They probably were the ones responsible for the five dwarfs he met near the foyer in the morning.

 Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Someone wrote a greeting card as soon as he went out.

“It seems we all have the same idea.” Kyle shrugged.

 “Shall we continue writing in the afternoon?” Cedric asked.

Kyle shook his head.

 Three against two, their advantage was not that big, and Fred and George liked the excitement, whether it was their own or other people's, which made them invincible.

Furthermore, Hufflepuff’s third-year students have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, so it’s impossible for Lockhart to agree to them blocking the classroom door.

 You can’t use Disillusionment Charms and Invisibility Cloaks in the classroom...

“Forget it, let them go for now.”

Kyle thought for a while, and finally decided not to engage in this boring contest with them, and focused his firepower on Lockhart.

Moreover, they spent their own money to become a fanatical admirer, and anyone who wrote a greeting card to Lockhart would get a knut.

 One card is worth one kats, and twenty-nine cards are worth one knot.

Although the money was not much, the work was also simple. By the time class started in the afternoon, all fifty places had been taken up.

 …

Lockhart was happy, very happy.

 He ​​never thought that after experiencing so many things, he would actually have more and more admirers at Hogwarts... The more than a thousand greeting cards are proof.

 Even if he doesn’t even have time to go to class, what does it matter?

If possible, he would really like to do this every day, every day...

In the evening, Lockhart walked happily to the auditorium. On the way, he saw a group of professors gathered in front of the passage of the underground classroom, not knowing what they were doing. "It's so lively, are you comparing the number of greeting cards received?" He leaned over and said proudly: "Why didn't anyone notify me... Oh, I think you must have heard about it, I received more than a thousand A greeting card…”

 All the professors turned and glared at him.

Lockhart was taken aback and said subconsciously: "Well, if you think it's unfair to compete with me, if I don't participate, then... wait, why is there a dwarf here?"

 He noticed a motionless dwarf among the professors.

 But the problem is, they should have finished their mission and left the school thirty minutes ago.

"Ah... the person to solve the problem is here." Snape said in a deep voice: "As you can see, another attack has occurred. Now, your time to show your glory has finally arrived."

Lockhart looked at the petrified dwarf on the ground and his breathing became rapid.

The dwarf was lying in front of a suit of armor, his whole body stiff, exactly like the man who had been attacked before.

"No... this... how is it possible!" Lockhart stammered: "Don't be kidding... Professor Snape, I can tell at a glance that he became like this because of the petrification curse... just like he was released by you. The one at the entrance of the underground classroom..."

"In fact." Snape glanced at Lockhart coldly, "I lifted their petrification spell three hours ago, or you can try it yourself. I think the spell should be lifted. I can’t help you..."

"Of course...of course I can break the curse." Lockhart stepped forward bravely, waving the wand in his hand and muttering a jittery spell.

A muscle on Professor McGonagall's cheek bulged out. She had lived for so many years and thought she had seen some things in the world, but she had never heard such a weird spell... It was almost as if she had made it up.

She even suspected that if Lockhart said it again, it might not be exactly the same as before.

Lockhart performed for nearly a minute. As expected, the petrified dwarf did not move at all.

"Oh, you didn't expect that the secret magic spell of the Wogga tribe would not work?" Lockhart put away his wand, "I learned this from an old wizard during my travels. It can remove almost all curses."

 “Oh?” Snape raised his eyebrows.

"I know what you want to say, Professor Snape." Lockhart sighed, "I was deceived. That guy has obviously never seen the outside world."

 “It doesn’t matter, the mandrakes are almost ripe and they will recover soon.”

Professor Sprout said: "But, Gilderoy, didn't you say on the first day of school that you knew exactly who the successor was?

Then go find him, that's the most important thing. "

 "Yeah...that's right...I know..." Lockhart began to panic.

If he knew who the successor was, he would have publicized it long ago. Why should he wait until now?

But wasn’t Dumbledore the most powerful wizard? The vacation was so long and he still hadn’t solved the Chamber of Secrets?

 This is different from what he thought!

Lockhart was hesitant and speechless, and the other professors ignored him.

 Professor Flitwick sent the dwarf to the school hospital.

 Other professors also stood up and left one by one.

 No one cared about Lockhart, it was like he had never been there.

“Things are getting serious.” Professor McGonagall looked at the bustling auditorium not far away, “We must find a way to solve this matter before the students are harmed.”

"But the question is, who is it?" said Snape. "We have searched the whole castle and found nothing."

 “Just wait a little longer, it will be soon.”

Professor Sprout whispered: "Wait for another month... No, the mandrakes are getting more and more excited, and they will want to change pots again in less than a month."

Those who were petrified must have seen something. As long as they wake up, we will know whether the monster is a human or something else. "

"You are right, Pomona." Professor McGonagall said with a heavy heart: "But one month is still too long. None of us can guarantee what will happen during this period. No matter what, I have to tell the students Speak.”

 (End of this chapter)