[HP] Seven Nights Talk

After lunch, the first period in the afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.As the three made their way to the classroom (Harry had a hard time dodging Colin Creevey's camera), the two boys had to endure Hermione's silence as they stood as a united front.Harry couldn't help but make up his mind, he must use the shortest possible time to let Hermione know that Lockhart is really just good-looking.Let him think, Lockhart brought a cage of Cornish elves to this class, didn't he?Oh, that would be great.

The students entered the classroom with great expectations.But Lockhart started bragging about himself as soon as he started class, and then handed out a paper for them to do.Rather than testing their magic level, it was more like testing the loyalty of his fans.Anyway, Harry basically handed in a blank paper, and Hermione was the complete opposite, full marks.

Lockhart praised Hermione so badly that she blushed.And just when Harry thought he was going to lift the curtain on the cage next moment (he was looking forward to it), Lockhart spoke again: "But I also noticed that some of you I didn't write a single question correctly. This is not allowed!" He shook his finger and blinked his eyes playfully, "Although the score is bad, I can generously say that if you don't understand anything, you can come directly Ask me! My office door is always open for you!"

Hermione glared at Harry almost immediately.Because it was obvious that the student who got everything wrong was Harry.When Lockhart said this at this time, in her eyes as a supporter, it was natural that the idol generously forgave the student's drama.

Harry felt that he was really wronged, so he couldn't help pointing to the seven books on the table.In fact, he got the buttons from the Transfiguration class in the morning. Although Hermione admitted that the magic was amazing, she was still very angry-apparently, she thought it was Lockhart who couldn't pay attention to everyone in the class. , not because he couldn't recognize a transfiguration spell at all.

Harry could only shrug his shoulders, as if he didn't see Lockhart's hint and Hermione's stare.It seems that there is no other way, he can only come to see the real chapter under his hands.

After Lockhart had said what made him feel good about himself, he released the cage of elves.He tried to get the students to catch it, but it turned out to be a disaster-although the Cornish elf was not very big, but his temper was not very good; in addition, he was very flexible in movement, great in strength, and small in target. It's really hard to target—at least for serious sophomores.A few elves tore Lockhart's book into pieces, and two lifted Neville by the ears, and the ink was poured all over the floor, which was simply horrible.

Harry can now borrow Voldemort's saying that he has no less than ten ways to deal with these elves.But he didn't want to do that right now, he was still waiting for Lockhart to reveal his true colors.However, he made a shot midway, and used a silent spell to retrieve Lockhart's wand thrown out of the window by the elf-this was useful for his follow-up plan.

Sure enough, this situation continued until the end of get out of class.As soon as the bell rang, Harry dragged Ron and Hermione out through the crowd, just in front of Lockhart.Then as soon as he went out, he decisively put a petrification spell and a soundproof spell on the classroom doorknob.

"What are you doing?" Hermione was startled.Locking a professor in a classroom was beyond her imagination. "This is against the rules!"

"I think that's a good idea." Ron was also a little taken aback, but he was more focused on his bitten ear. "You saw it just now, Lockhart's spell is completely ineffective! Look at my ears!"

"But, he can definitely handle this!" Hermione still didn't want to believe it. "You do this..."

"Are you going to tell the other professors, Hermione?" Harry interrupted her. "As you can see, it's just a little bit of simple magic. Lockhart has a wand in his hand. If he can't get out, what does it mean?"

The words jolted Ron's memory.He rubbed his ears and said, "So, I seem to have seen Lockhart's wand running back from the window just now?"

"I did," Harry admitted bluntly, before Hermione could say that Lockhart had brought it back himself.

Hermione gaped. "You...? But I thought..."

"It's nothing to worry about." Harry said decisively, holding a hand of the two of them respectively. "Lockhart has no class in the next period. We can wait and see how he is at dinner." Then he saw Hermione's face looking like he wanted to say something, and added: "If I misunderstood him , how about I promise to apologize to him and win back the Gryffindor points deducted for this?"

Hermione had nothing to say.On the one hand, she thought, the magic Harry used was really simple, and she could come out of it, but Harry thought Lockhart couldn't?How is this possible?But on the other hand, she thought, Harry had never treated people this way. To be precise, she now knew that Lockhart had been judged this way.Does that mean that Harry knows something they don't, and that's what led him to judge?

With this mentality, Hermione was out of her mind for the next hour and a half.After finally waiting until dinner time, the three of them went to the auditorium, but Lockhart was not seen in the teacher's bench.

Hermione was taken aback. "Professor Lockhart hasn't come out yet, has he?" You know, without a special reason, professors never miss the dinner table—except for Trelawney.

Ron was now pretty much convinced that Harry was telling the truth. "That's good, it means he's a liar." He was still brooding over his injured ear, even though Madam Pomfrey healed it in a second.

Hermione still couldn't believe it. "I've got to see," she said, standing up, "it can't be true..."

"I think he's finally been spotted." But Harry stopped her before she could step out, motioning her to look ahead.Filch, the janitor, was striding between the long tables, looking grim.His target was Professor Dumbledore, and in their position, they could only hear words like "prank", "close the door", and "Peeves".Then Dumbledore turned his head and said something to Professor Flitwick, and Professor Flitwick got up and left with Filch.

"Looks like Filch found him while cleaning the classroom," Ron gloated. "But Filch thought it was Peeves' prank. Wondering how he spent his afternoon with a cage of elves." passed."

Harry thought that the matter was sure of success, but when he heard Ron's words, he almost spit out a mouthful of pumpkin juice.And then he realizes why—he's a bit shadowy about the word "beautiful" now, influenced by Death.

But Hermione clearly thought it was a new way of laughing.She was a little annoyed and couldn't eat dinner anymore.Professor Flitwick returned quickly, but Professor Lockhart was not with him.This gave her new hope: "Maybe it's not that classroom!"

Harry was eating a delicious red bean cake. "To be honest, I suggest you go to the school hospital to have a look." Lockhart himself certainly can't deal with those elves;

Hermione gave him a suspicious look.Then she hurriedly grabbed a few custard toasts and left the auditorium.Harry and Ron, who were well fed, returned to the common room and started playing chess.Hermione returned to the Tower shortly after them, and for the rare occasion she didn't criticize them for doing their homework before playing chess.Because she looked very ugly, and never mentioned Lockhart again.

This matter was not publicized, probably because Dumbledore suppressed it. You must know that he can no longer find anyone to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And if the first day of school was Lockhart's disaster day, Harry's disaster day was still to come.On the weekend of the first week, the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams had a dispute over the loan of the Quidditch pitch.The captains of the two sides each took the application slips approved by their own dean, and competed for red eyes on the court.Also, Lucius Malfoy changed the Slytherin team to a neat Nimbus 2001, and Slytherin used it to make fun of Gryffindor - especially Draco and the twin brothers, knowing that their father is on summer vacation Li just had a fight in public.

Harry was very helpless about this.But he had to slam Malfoy with a silent deadbolt as Ron and Hermione came down from the stands to try and break the fight, because he had already recognized the first sound of "Mudblood".In any case, he would not allow anyone to insult his friend.But at that time, the players on both sides were completely tense, and no one noticed Malfoy who suddenly choked.Just in case, he silently removed the spell before Malfoy left the pitch.He sincerely hoped that Malfoy thought he had been rendered speechless in a moment of rage, though that was unlikely.

Fortunately, this matter does not seem to be so easy to be exposed.First of all, Malfoy didn't think anyone in the first year would use a silent spell.The second point is that Lockhart continues to attract everyone's attention.That made the brief three minutes seem insignificant, at least until the next time something like this happened to Malfoy.

The usual days pass quickly.After Halloween, the new year's Quidditch season begins.Gryffindor's first game against Slytherin, and after all the unpleasant things that had happened, it was hard to call the match exciting.Because the diary had been given to Voldemort himself, no one was bewitched to open the Chamber of Secrets.

So before Harry got on the broom, all he wanted was to win as soon as possible, and he didn't even think of the possibility of an accident this time.In the end, when he couldn't hold his crazy halo at all in the sky, he realized how tenacious the house elf is—this is really too persistent!

Because Harry was totally unprepared, it happened so suddenly, and before he could draw out his wand, he was thrown from mid-air by the broom.What he thought of for a moment was not to blame Dobby at all, but to think that he might not be able to escape Lockhart's clutches this time-anyone is fine, don't let Lockhart crowd him!

Just as the people in the stands were screaming, something suddenly flashed golden in midair.Harry had been imagining his intimate contact with the grass before he felt something tighten around his waist.When he opened his eyes, he found that he was suspended in the air by many gold wires, and the other end of the gold wires was tied to the stable broomstick.

Where did the gold wire come from?

Harry's eyes widened because he had only one gold thing on him - the ring that Voldemort had turned into.