The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

School doctor's office.

There were vertical curtains hanging all around to cover a hospital bed, separating the patient from the rest of the school doctor's office. It seems that he doesn't want people to see the patient.

On the hospital bed, a large quilt covered the entire hospital bed, and a large bulge in the middle indicated that there was another patient on the bed.

A fluffy cat ear poked out from the quilt, shaking from time to time. It shows that the owner of cat ears is eavesdropping intently on the sounds next door.

This was a special compartment set up by Madam Pomfrey to take care of Hermione's shame, and she was more or less grateful to her and Loren for the rescue. Others don't know what she has become.

Loren was also hiding in this small cubicle. Looking at the constantly shaking cat ears, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch them.

"Yeah!" Hermione, who was hiding under the quilt, snorted, her whole body stiffened, and her ears became red and hot.

Hermione blushed and gritted her teeth. She estimated the position of the person outside and hit the bad guy in the chest with a sharp punch, making him cough twice.

Loren covered his chest and chuckled softly: "I bumped into it by accident, not on purpose."

A muffled voice came from the quilt: "Don't talk, don't disturb me to hear the news."

Outside the compartment, Justin and Colin were lying peacefully on the board. Even after experiencing the big event of being kidnapped, their expressions remained unchanged and their eyes did not blink. They were very stable. Lockhart lay beside them, still unconscious.

Snape was not in the school infirmary; he was cutting up the basilisk's body and processing the collected materials in his underground chamber. Dumbledore went to deal with Crabbe's affairs.

Professor Sprout pulled Professor Flitwick and huddled in a corner, muttering about the situation at the scene.

"Voldemort breathed out a breath... and knocked away Lockhart... the basilisk... the sword..." Professor Flitwick said excitedly.

"Oh! Really... So... Slytherin..." Professor Sprout was also very excited, and her face was filled with the joy of eating melon.

Sprout felt a little regretful. She had known that what was happening below would be so exciting and not dangerous at all. She could just hide behind the stone pillars and watch the show. She would follow her no matter what.

Harry and Ron were placed on two adjacent beds, allowing Madam Pomfrey to manipulate their hands and feet, applying medicine to the large and small bruises on their bodies.

Professor McGonagall's hair was a little messy, and her expression was both excited and angry. Her eyes followed Madam Pomfrey's movements: "Poppy, are you really okay?"

They had learned about Madam Pomfrey's attack, and Professor McGonagall was worried that Pomfrey's own injuries could not be treated. It’s the holiday period anyway, so it’s okay for everyone to go to Saint-German for recuperation.

"I just accidentally got hit by a coma spell. Mr. Morgan's solution to the spell was perfect. I'm fine now."

Speaking of this, Ms. Pomfrey was angry. Even during the Wizarding War, she was not attacked as a healer, but she was unexpectedly attacked in peacetime.

Despicable Voldemort, and that hateful Crabbe.

Madam Pomfrey shook Harry's arm and felt the texture of the muscles: "How are you feeling? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Harry relaxed his arms, felt it carefully, and whispered, "It's a little stiff, but nothing else."

"It's normal. After all, it's an injury that penetrates the arm and requires a period of recovery. Thanks to Fox, it cleaned the snake venom out of your body in time." Ms. Pomfrey nodded.

It happened that Dumbledore entered from the door. He was wearing a robe, a purple cloak that reached the floor, and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles. He looked like he had just returned from a long trip.

"Well, I heard good news as soon as I came in. It seems that Nirvana has not affected Fox's magic power."

His bright blue eyes were hidden behind half-moon glasses. Dumbledore deliberately avoided Professor McGonagall's eyes. As long as he pretended not to know anything, Minerva might not scold him.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry and Ron shouted in surprise.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, who were huddled in the corner gossiping, stood up and gathered around the front of the ward.

"When you visit a patient, you always have to bring something." Dumbledore put the snack basket in his hand on the small table at the end of the bed, picked up a small stool and sat down, "Also, I also have good news."

"What's the good news?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Vincent Crabbe has been handed over to an Auror friend of mine in the Ministry of Magic. The evidence is sufficient. He assured me that Hagrid will be able to return to the castle for Christmas soon." Dumbledore said with a smile. .

"Great!" Harry cheered.

Dumbledore looked at them with gentle eyes: "I want to know, how did you discover the Chamber of Secrets and the traces of Voldemort?"

"This is what we all want to know." Professor McGonagall said with a fearful tone.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and began to tell them the story exactly.

Very early on, with the help of his friends, Harry confirmed through Parseltongue that the monster in the secret room was a basilisk.

This morning, they received an inexplicable message and rushed to Hagrid's hut. Following Hagrid's prompts, they entered the Forbidden Forest and found Aragog. After questioning, they learned that the basilisk was lurking in the water pipes.

At this point, Harry reacted belatedly, "Pipe! Bathroom! Sink! The bathroom where Myrtle died was the bathroom. We should have known that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was in her bathroom!"

"Very good," Professor McGonagall encouraged him to continue, "So you discovered the basilisk and the ways it lurks - and I should add, you broke more than a hundred school rules along the way - But then, how did you discover Voldemort and Crabbe and follow him into the Chamber of Secrets?"

In the small cubicle surrounded by curtains, Hermione, the cat hiding under the quilt, heard this, her ears drooping sadly. She was also an accessory, or even the principal offender.

Although Professor McGonagall did not scold her in front of her, Hermione took the initiative to take part in it, and it was still an immersive experience.

But when she noticed that her ears were being scratched restlessly by someone again, the disappointment of being criticized instantly dissipated, she gritted her teeth and punched out with another cat punch.

"Hey, you can't hit me!" Loren's laughing voice came from outside the quilt.

Hermione's fists clenched tighter.

Harry continued to talk about the Polyjuice Potion that he had started brewing a month ago, and how they had sneaked into the Slytherin common room in an attempt to gain information on Malfoy, but by mistake, they followed Crabbe and found that he had been He kidnaps Colin and Justin.

Ron added aggrievedly: "I don't know the password to the principal's office. I went to all the professors' offices, but Lockhart was the only one there. I had no choice but to take him to chase Harry."

Several professors were quite emotional, who knew that by holding a meeting during the holiday, they almost missed an important event.

After Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore convened a meeting with the deans of the four colleges to make some summaries of the teaching restructuring and financial issues last semester. By the way, let everyone be mentally prepared, the school board may start to fight back.

Harry patted the quilt angrily, noticing that the injured bone was a little painful, and stopped this self-mutilation behavior: "Why can a person like Lockhart become a professor!"

The pressure to face Voldemort was great. The moment Lockhart stood up with a wand in one hand, he thought the savior had arrived.

But here he is, and he is instantly blocked with one move. What kind of teammate is this? What kind of professor is this?

Ron muttered: "Although he used to be a fool, he wrote so many great things in the book... My mother admired him so much... I thought he had some strength."

"Well, dear children, books can be faked." Dumbledore glanced meaningfully at Loren, who was accompanying Hermione in the curtain compartment, and then said to the sleeping Lockhart,

"Compared to an ugly old American wizard who saved a village from the danger of werewolves, and an old witch with a hairy chin to drive away the howling banshee... people are more willing to believe that it is a handsome face who has won the "" The young wizard who won Wizards Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award did just that."

Although he had some speculations, Sprout still covered his mouth in surprise when he heard Dumbledore say it with his own ears: "So, he puts all the things done by others into his own account?"

"More than that, Pomona. He tracked down those heroes, asked about the details of the incident, carefully understood how they did what they did, and finally cast a forgetting spell on them to completely forget these heroic deeds and great adventures. Steal it from yourself," said Dumbledore.

Harry and Ron looked at Lockhart in disbelief, and Ron asked: "But... Principal Dumbledore, how do you know these things? And, since you know his true identity, why do you want him to become Hogg?" Woz’s professor?”

Facing everyone's questioning looks, Dumbledore replied: "I happen to know the two wizards whose memories were stolen by him. As you know, when you get older, you will always have friends from various places."

"I think in a school setting his lies would be easily exposed by the true psyches of children. You can learn a lot from a bad teacher about what not to do and who not to be."

Madam Pomfrey followed the crowd and glanced at the unconscious Lockhart over there, and added calmly: "The Oblivion Curse he released was very successful. Voldemort's magic and the Oblivion Curse were mixed together, confusing his brain. It's a mess. I can't handle the injury and need to be transferred to St. Mungo's for treatment."

You will reap the consequences... Although no one said it out loud, the same thought was revealed in their eyes. Only Dumbledore was focused on Loren behind the curtain, with complicated thoughts in his eyes.

The Lockhart incident was temporarily over. They all knew what happened in the Chamber of Secrets, and Harry did not repeat it again.

Only Sprout was unwilling. The professor of Herbology screamed like a mandrake root in his heart: I don’t know, I don’t know!

But no one cared about the insignificant Professor of Herbology. She could only recall what Professor Flitwick had said, hoping that Filius would explain it in detail a few more times.

"That's Voldemort, that's a thousand-year-old basilisk! How dare you...how dare..." Professor McGonagall muttered. When she thought of the scene where the basilisk bit through Harry's arm, blood started to flow all over her body. Feeling dizzy and dizzy.

Although he knew that the matter was within Dumbledore's plan and that the two of them would not be harmed, Professor McGonagall still couldn't help but worry.

Returning to the school doctor's office from the secret room, she was worried about the safety of the two of them, and resisted not criticizing them. Only now did her anxious heart fall into her stomach, and she could safely teach a few little guys a lesson.

No one dared to offend the deputy principal's majesty, even the principal Dumbledore had to avoid his sharp edges, for fear that Minerva would notice him and scold him as well, then the principal's majesty would not be preserved.

"...No matter what, you should not act without permission! Prepare polyjuice potion and enter the Slytherin lounge in disguise! You..." Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall even felt a toothache, as young wizards today are so tormented. Yet.

After Professor McGonagall calmed down, Sprout asked in a low voice: "That's a famous mysterious man. I mean, why can two little wizards defeat him so easily?"

"My dear Pomona, a sensible person like you can call him by his first name. What you say about You-Know-Who and not You-Know-Who is all nonsense. I have been trying to convince everyone to call him by his first name: Voldemort .”

Although Dumbledore said this to Sprout, he had been paying attention to Harry's reaction. Seeing that he showed no fear at all, Dumbledore's smile became even more satisfied.

"So, God - I mean Voldemort, why is he so weak?" Sprout shuddered.

"He died once, and now he is just a mutilated ghost. I dare say that any adult wizard has the ability to make him suffer. I think this is because he does not dare to go to those Death Eaters - His faithful servants for a reason.”

Dumbledore opened a box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans and distributed them to everyone. Several professors waved their hands and shook their heads in rejection. Only Harry and Ron took the candies and put them into their mouths happily.

He looked at Harry with deep expectations: "Like I said, fear can never conquer people's hearts, love is the greatest power."

Everything has been cleared up and the professors have to return to their respective posts. Professor McGonagall has to deal with the many letters from parents and clarify the truth to them. Professor Flitwick was clamoring to go back and decorate the Christmas Hall, and Sprout was going to visit the secret room to make up for missing the scene.

Although Ron yelled that he was not injured and did not want to be hospitalized, under the dual deterrence of Ms. Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall, he still swallowed his protest silently.

"Loren, I want to talk to you." When Dumbledore left, he called away someone who was addicted to petting cats.

Loren thought that the principal wanted to know more details, but the silence along the way showed that this was not the case.

In the principal's office, the silverware on the table was spinning, emitting small puffs of white smoke. Fox's head was pecked, and he rested sleepily on the gold-encrusted perch.

The walls were covered with portraits of the old principals in the past. The footsteps of the two men shattered their snoring bubbles. The old principals woke up and cast their appraising glances one after another.

"Ha, it's this kid again!" Old Principal Black said with a hearty smile.

Dumbledore took off his cloak, hung it on the perch, and walked to sit behind the desk. When he was about to speak, he heard the voice of old Principal Black. A few wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He turned around and waved his wand, turning over the portraits of all the principals to prevent them from making jokes like last time.

Let the old principal Black make a fuss, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

"Lockhart's appearance in the secret room seems to be your arrangement." An inaudible voice echoed in the office.

Dumbledore's eyes were gloomy. He was not opposed to punishing bad guys, but this method of killing people with a borrowed knife was too dark, and almost everyone was included in it, including Lockhart, Voldemort, and even Harry and Ron.

The other professors were gathered by him for a meeting in the principal's office. If he hadn't noticed that Lockhart had a trace of Loren's remaining magic power, he would have been fooled into thinking that Lockhart appeared in the secret room because Ron could not find anyone else. The result of the professor.

Even though he has nearly a hundred years of experience and has seen countless vicious villains, the almost seamless events planned by young Loren still made the old wizard with gray beard feel chilly in his heart.

Loren snorted softly: "He wrote a lot of information about Grandpa Bates in his book manuscript, and he also said that he was going to visit another best-selling author for Christmas. I can't let him spread this information."

Dumbledore vaguely guessed this reason, and it was confirmed again by Loren's words, which made him feel better. At least it showed that Loren cared about family ties: "How did you do it?"

"Remember that unicorn horn? I used it to restore an ancient mirror. This mirror shines into people's consciousness. Lockhart is eager for fame and wealth, and he is self-righteous. I used these qualities to create an illusion. Lockhart is in When encountering something related to the secret room, driven by fame and fortune, I will actively participate in it."

Loren gritted his teeth and finished speaking without stumbling at all. If Dumbledore wanted to scold him, he could scold him. Anyway, he had no regrets.

It turned out that it was not the Imperius Curse... Dumbledore felt more at ease, but another question popped up: "Just let him actively participate?"

Loren blinked: "What else?"

Dumbledore was extremely complicated, so Lockhart would take the initiative to attack Voldemort without knowing what he was capable of. Was it his own idea?

The white-bearded old principal looked at the child with black hair and black eyes in front of him. He had many beautiful qualities and many dangerous traits.

Dumbledore admired the child's extraordinary talent, but also felt a headache for it.

Whether it's magic or resourcefulness, Loren didn't count everyone in with a thorough mind, he just exerted a subtle influence under the influence of some kind of intuition, so everything led to what he wanted under a specific trajectory. the result of.

Dumbledore sighed. He sincerely hoped that this child would grow up healthily and grow into a kind and strong person.

He pinched his eyebrows tiredly, took out a large pile of paper from the drawer and handed it to Loren: "All Lockhart's manuscripts are here. You can take them and get rid of them."

Loren was overjoyed and quietly raised his eyes to look at Dumbledore. Then...this matter is over?

"Thank you, Principal Dumbledore!" Loren happily picked up the manuscript and was about to leave the principal's office.

As he was approaching the door, he suddenly heard Dumbledore's old voice:

"When Madam Pomfrey takes Lockhart to St. Mungo's Sanatorium, you go with them and come back and tell me the results."