I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

The three little ones had a very good appetite. Louis saw the three of them eating hazelnuts like they were dying. He didn’t know if it was a side effect of the polyjuice potion, but in short, everyone was stunned by the gluttonous eating. long time.

Percy and the other three are still wondering whether it is us or you who are venturing into the mirror world today. Why do they seem to have less appetite than you?

Ron, the big foodie, was as good as ever. He was showing off his pasta with a fork in one hand and holding a big burger in the other, as if he was reincarnated from a starving ghost.

After the three of them finally finished eating, it was almost six o'clock. Everyone sat on the sofa to digest the food, giving them advice one after another.

Most of them were bad ideas, so Louis didn't suggest them to adopt them... But the most important thing now was to dispel the tension in the hearts of the three little ones, and just chat casually.

Hermione had her own ideas about how to trick Lockhart later.

Some people always say that Hermione should go to Ravenclaw. In fact, Hermione is very smart, but the courage in her heart to rush forward and the temper that cannot be controlled by eight horses are like a stubborn lion. .

So the topic unexpectedly turned to the adventure in the mirror world when Hermione inadvertently changed the topic.

Although Hermione was young, she did have a good way of making strategies. Louis thought that in future generations, this little girl would be at the level of Xia Yike or MISS.

Under the surprised and admiring eyes of the three seniors, Hermione told many tips about the mirror world - such as how to single out Mimic Monsters, the weaknesses of the Knights of Lothric, and how to deal with Bordeaux's charge. Min Dou has his own little tricks.

She was not just talking nonsense. Three senior classmates verified each other's adventures in the mirror world and found that the strategy she gave was surprisingly correct, especially the method of single-handedly defeating Mimic Monsters. Optimal solution.

Penelope even said sincerely that Hermione might have been sorted into the wrong house by the sorting hat. Based on her intelligence, she should go to Ravenclaw.

This angered the other four Gryffindors, and Penello had to give up her own point of view amid four denunciations.

"Okay, it's almost time." When Louis saw the clock pointer pointing to eight o'clock, he quickly said: "It's time to go to solitary confinement, classmates."

The three little ones stood up, not too resistant this time - especially Hermione. Penello's polyjuice potion had a lemon scent, and she liked this light fragrance very much.

But the other two were not so lucky, but they were better than Crabbe and Goyle. Percy's Polyjuice Potion tasted like sunflowers, and Jack's Polyjuice Potion tasted a little like coffee.

After some plasticine-like reorganization, the three little ones turned into the three big ones.

"By the way, Jack." Harry said aloud. Only then did he remember what happened to him when he met Hagrid today: "I met Hagrid this afternoon. He said that your parents miss you very much. They They were all sent to Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic and couldn't come back to see you for a while, and you didn't respond to the letters they wrote to you, so they asked Hagrid to come over and apologize to you..."

"Yeah." Brother Jie nodded and said nothing, which seemed rather perfunctory at first glance.

Harry couldn't say anything more, so he just shrugged and followed the other two people out of Louis' office, walking along the corridor on the third floor towards Lockhart's office.

Standing at Lockhart's door, Harry and Ron were pushing each other. No one wanted to be the first to knock on the door. Hermione couldn't see it, stretched out her hand to separate the two, and knocked softly on the door. Knock three times.

The door opened immediately. Lockhart looked a little gloomy at first, then looked at the three classmates in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Ah, our Helen and her two little warriors are here." Lockhart said with a cheerful face: "Come in, three classmates, come in."

The three of them walked into Lockhart's office and looked around. There were countless frames of Lockhart's pictures hanging on the walls, which were very brightly lit by many candles. Some of them even have his autograph, and there is also a large stack of photos on his desk.

"I'm sorry, I'm replying to my fans." Lockhart put his index finger on his chin and raised his eyes in thought. He quickly thought of a new idea: "Of course, today...the task for you is to... Reply letters from my fans are written in envelopes.”

From Lockhart's tone, it seemed as if he had given them a huge benefit.

Lockhart picked up a letter, held it in front of him with his hand, and stretched out his other hand to flick it with his fingers: "The first is to Lady Gladys, God bless her - oh, I an ardent admirer of."

Ron looked at the Lockhart photo frames around him unnaturally - you can imagine how it felt to see hundreds of moving photos, all of them with Lockhart staring directly at them. The sanity...

Not only Ron, but also Hermione felt goosebumps waltzing wildly on her arms.

The three of them had no choice but to follow Lockhart there and write a reply. Being in Lockhart's office was completely different from being in Louis' place - in Louis' place, two hours passed as quickly as one or two minutes; in Lockhart's place, Ron felt as if a century had passed, but at first glance The hands on the clock nearby pointed at ten minutes past eight.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is relativistic.

The three of them were writing the envelope while listening to Lockhart talking endlessly. They only occasionally answered "Oh", "Hmm" and "Yes" to avoid appearing too much. Discourteous.

Of course, most of the answers came from Harry.

In the end, it was Hermione who couldn't hold back and asked first: "Professor, you are well-informed. Do you know the identity of the 'Heir of Slytherin' who attacked others in school?"

"The heir of Slytherin..." A flash of unnaturalness appeared in Lockhart's eyes, but he hid it well. He chuckled and said: "Oh, such a secret, the great Lockhart How could Professor Special not know? Listen up - this is an ancient and mysterious secret..."

"How mysterious?" Ron was immediately intrigued.

"It's very mysterious." Lockhart winked at Ron and said to him with a smile: "Of course, I actually don't know much about this kind of thing. After all, I am just an adventurer and best-selling novel writer, not a professor of the history of magic. You should ask Professor Binns about this kind of thing."

"Don't you even know?" Hermione deliberately pretended not to believe it.

Lockhart smiled greasyly. He looked at Hermione, shook his head and said: "Penello, Penello, even Principal Dumbledore dare not say that he is omniscient and omnipotent. I know that I am not as good as Dumbledore." Lido, of course, cannot understand everything in the world, as I just said... I am just an adventurer and best-selling novel writer."

"Then do you have any guesses?" Hermione began to take the lead: "I have always felt that the Louis who is your opponent should be the descendant of Slytherin."

"Oh, don't say that." Lockhart stopped Hermione's words: "Penello, Louis is a respectable opponent - he is not a pure-blood wizard, how could he be the descendant of Slytherin? ?”

Hermione had a question mark on her face when she heard this. Professor, you and Louis should be sworn enemies. Shouldn't you seize the opportunity to throw dirty water on him?

She turned her gaze to Harry, intending for him to say something more.

But Harry on the side was rubbing his sore hand and writing Veronica Smythely's address on the other side. He felt that this was even the thousandth envelope he had written tonight.

The time is coming soon... Please come soon... He thought painfully, I really don't want to continue writing envelopes...

As he was praying to Merlin, he suddenly felt Hermione stepping on his feet.

Looking up again, he saw Hermione's fierce expression.

That clearly means, "Why are you so down-to-earth, and you actually wrote it down? Ask me some questions quickly."

Harry then came to his senses and asked stammeringly: "Then... what about Professor Malfoy? He is the second-year Malfoy. I think he is also very likely to be the heir of Slytherin..."

"Malfoy? Oh, no, it's impossible." Lockhart denied repeatedly. He inserted the quill in his hand back into the ink bottle and said seriously: "This is not very possible for the Malfoy family. I I would rather believe that the descendant of Slytherin is Harry Potter than that he can be Malfoy."

Hearing his name, Harry's heart tightened and he quickly asked: "Then, do you think it is the Harry Potter?"

"I didn't say that." Lockhart picked up the quill again and said with a smile: "Instead of sitting here and speculating in boredom, you might as well write a few more replies for my fans."

Hermione immediately answered: "Actually, I think that Potter is unlikely to be the heir of Slytherin. After all, Slytherin is so repulsive to Muggle-born wizards - but don't forget, the one next to Potter Granger is a Muggle."

Hearing Hermione's name, Lockhart perked up: "Miss Granger, I remember her. She was the only one who remembered from the test before the start of school that my dream was to rid the world of evil and to promote my personal life." brand of shampoo.”

There was a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and a look of regret, as if he felt sorry for missing such a fangirl student.

"Then what do you think of Miss Granger, or in other words, what is your attitude towards Muggle-born classmates?" Hermione finally revealed the trump card for this trip.

She believed that logically speaking, if Lockhart was really controlled by the heir of Slytherin, or if he was the heir himself, he would never show any affection towards his Muggle-born classmates.

"Miss Granger is the smartest little witch of her age that I have ever seen. There is no doubt about that." Lockhart replied with a chuckle, and smiled at the unexpected looks of the three of them: "I I think our magical world is too outdated, and we should indeed have more Muggle-born wizards to enrich the magical world, so that my works can be read by more people, right?"

The angle of this answer was something Hermione didn't expect. She was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "Indeed, a writer like the professor, of course, hopes that the more people will read your works, the better."

"This is the wish of every writer, not just me." Lockhart smiled happily until the door opened and Tifa walked in from the outside.

When Tifa saw the three of them, she frowned slightly and asked with a hint of condescension in her tone: "What are the three of them?"

"Oh... the three of them had a fight in class today." Lockhart replied in a rather condescending tone: "You didn't come to class today because you had something to do, and you might not know it, so I asked them to stay in my place for solitary confinement after class. "

"Fighting in class is such a restless youth." Tifa looked at the three children in front of her with a chuckle, and raised her lips: "Let me guess, it's because of this classmate Krivat, right?"

The two boys nodded nervously, Tifa was putting too much pressure on them.

"You two...well, I really can't believe that Percy Weasley, who has always been a model student, would actually do such a thing." Tifa smiled gently, took out two pieces of candy from her pocket and handed them to The two boys said, "Eat some sweets. I'm tired after writing all night. It's all Gilderoy's fault for dragging you to do such a thing." At this point, she glared at Lockhart angrily: "Don't ask your classmates to write letters to you through confinement in the future. This is not a good behavior, Gilderoy."

"I know." Lockhart replied somewhat sarcastically.

"Okay, can you tell me what you were talking about just now? It sounds very pleasant." Tifa smiled easily and happily, and her warm smile made the three little ones feel like a spring breeze.

For a moment, Louis no longer looked good in their eyes. The amiable little Tifa was the one they liked best, right?

"We were just discussing who should be the heir of Slytherin." Ron, a fast-talking man, said quickly: "Several candidates we mentioned were all rejected by Professor Lockhart."

Tifa's expression was startled, and she frowned imperceptibly.

Then she relaxed her brows, still with that warm smile, and said to Ron softly: "It's not a good habit to make random guesses. After all, we don't have enough evidence, right?"

"The assistant is right." Ron chuckled, looking like the silly son of a landlord. Only Hermione still stuck to her heart and was not fooled by Tifa's appearance.

She also didn't forget to help Lewis find out additional information.

"Then...Professor, there is something about the duel before Christmas. I heard that Professor Mountbatten has given a lot of special training to the second-year students. Many people call him the 'evil' in the teaching world." What a genius..."

From an invisible angle, Tifa's eyes showed a slight bloodthirsty light. She raised her head and returned to her calm smile, and said to the three of them: "Then let them take a look, take a look. Who is the real evil genius?"