Hogwarts Pet Master

The mountains in the distance had blocked most of the sun, and the scarce glow fell on the Hogwarts area. The wizards sitting on the lawn were reflected in orange-red light. "What's taking Hermione so long?" Ron looked at Hermione who was motionless while touching the diary with disgust. "It's my turn next." "It's my turn." Neville, "You all just took your turn. Now, it's my turn to play this time." "Huh!" Hermione came back to her senses and breathed out softly, "This Tom Riddle is definitely a first-class outstanding student. He uses magic at the speed of casting spells, The magic control and power output are both very strong." "When I was punished by Professor McGonagall for sleeping in class before, I saw that he won the special contribution award to the school fifty years ago," said Ron. Draco said calmly: "I know about this award. The award was received in the year when Hagrid was framed. It is probably because of this incident that he got it." The wizards were silent, they did not expect Hogwarts to appear. Wrongfully accuse a good guy and give a prize to a bad guy. Kerry saw that the atmosphere was a bit gloomy, and smiled deliberately: "Calm down, after all, not every principal will be as wise as Dumbledore." "It's Neville's turn, hurry up and write down the magic you want to learn." Finished, He handed the quill in his hand to Neville. After taking it, Neville wrote on the blank page, "Fire Curse" and then touched the diary with his hand, but the memories he expected to be pulled into did not appear. Young Voldemort: These wizards are going too far again. They really think that I, the mighty Demon King, is your professor. Just when everyone was wondering, words appeared on the blank page: I have no magic power. How long will it take to bring you up again? In memories. The few people who still needed magic power to maintain this diary looked at each other. "Do you need us to transfer magic to the diary?" Kerry wrote. It’s useless, you can only wait for me to recover slowly. Kerry and others raised their eyebrows, knowing that this must be a lie. "How long will it take?" It may take a week. You should hurry up and find a way to prevent the secret room from opening. "No, how can this be done? You have all played, and I am the only one who has not played." Neville shouted desperately. "We are not strong enough. You can't drag us into your memories to learn magic now." Kerry wrote, "How about handing you over to professors?" No, it's useless, those eyes are higher than The top professors won't believe it at all, and they may destroy me. Hogwarts will be in danger by then. Now I can only rely on you. I will be able to recover in about five. Kerry didn't continue writing, he closed the diary. "Okay, now we have to wait until five." "Then that's all." Neville said frustrated. Hermione looked at the diary and thought for a while and said: "This diary must be kept secret, especially Ron, don't talk too much." "Hey, why do you have to point me out specifically?" Ron shouted dissatisfied. Everyone looked at him, their eyes showing: Don't you know what you are like in normal times? In the end, they discussed that Kerry would continue to keep the diary, but strict anti-theft facilities should be put in place to avoid problems. . After they left, an ear-shaped piece of mud quietly disappeared from the grass near where they were sitting. After dinner, poor Harry met Lockhart on the way back to his dormitory, and was forcibly taken away to help him answer fan mail. The friends could only sigh as they looked at Harry's back. Kerry clicked his tongue and said, "I think Harry will be the most miserable in this school year." Ron hated it and said angrily, "If I had refused, I would have turned around and left, and I won't give Lockhart a good look in the future. ." Hermione glanced at Ron, "It's a pity that you have neither fame, appearance nor background strength. Lockhart won't like you, so you can only talk nonsense here." "What are you saying? It's too cruel, do you know it hurts my self-esteem?" "Oh, I'm very sorry." Hermione rolled her eyes and said casually, without the slightest apology in her tone. Harry reluctantly followed Lockhart to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, which was previously used by Quirrell. The walls were now covered with Lockhart's photos. "Ah, how narcissistic is this guy? No one poured buckets of ice water on his head to wake him up," Harry thought angrily. "Here, sit down wherever you like." Lockhart pointed to a chair in front of the desk, then he poured a glass of milk and handed it to Harry. Then with a wave of his wand, a large pile of letters appeared on the desk, and Harry's eyes were as wide as a house elf's. "No way, how long will it take to get so many things done?" At this time, Harry's head felt very dizzy. Lockhart muttered while writing a reply to his fans, and then handed the written letter to Harry to fill in the corresponding address. Time passed very slowly, more than two hours passed, and Harry's hands were very sore, but the number of envelopes seemed to have never decreased. "Hey, come on where you are, I'm going to tear you apart." Suddenly Harry heard a voice, the tone was extremely cold, and it would make people's hair stand on end just hearing it. "Who's talking?" Harry shouted, standing up and looking around. "What's wrong?" Lockhart was frightened by Harry's actions and asked quickly. "Didn't you hear that someone was talking?" Lockhart tilted his head and listened carefully, but couldn't hear anything. "Are you tired?" He looked at the time. "It's so late, you should go back first." Harry didn't answer. He pricked his ears, hoping to hear the voice again, but the voice completely disappeared, and all that was left was the noise of Lockhart nagging beside him. Then Harry left with doubts in his mind. Lockhart continued to sit back in his chair and reply to fans. The cold night wind blew in from the window. He shivered. Then he remembered what Harry had just said, stood up in panic, looked around, and then left quickly. Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, where there was still sporadic firelight in the fireplace, and he saw that it was already past 11 o'clock. "Does this count as a night outing? How can a professor let students go back to rest so late?" He couldn't help complaining. Entering the dormitory, he found that several of his friends were lying on the bed, but they were not asleep yet. They were all obviously waiting for him. "Yo finally got that narcissist released" Kerry teased. "Don't mention it, I have been giving him fan addresses, and now my hands are so sore." Harry. "You can deliberately help him write a few curse words in the fans' hearts. Then he will definitely receive a different kind of surprise." Ron raised his eyebrows. "You're a bad learner," Neville. "Didn't Kerry have a famous saying from the East? Those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Every time I face you, my originally pure heart is stained black." "Bah" Kerry threw a pillow over, Then a pillow fight in the dormitory began.