Under the surprised gaze of Evan and Hermione, their former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher pushed the door open and walked out, wearing a lilac robe that looked the same as before.

"Hello!" he said with a smile, "you must have come to ask for my autograph, didn't you?"

Evan and Hermione shook their heads, signaling that they didn't need to.

Looking at Professor Lockhart in front of her, Hermione didn't have much sympathy.

It's just that it feels particularly ridiculous, and she realizes that she was so naïve before, and she would actually worship such a person.

Because of the books Lockhart wrote, Hermione once thought he was the greatest wizard in the world, and she even memorized the contents of the books.

But it's all fake, and Lockhart is just stealing someone else's experience.

In the Chamber of Secrets a year ago, he was about to use the Oblivion Charm to erase the memories of Aven, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

In short, Hermione now fully recognized Lockhart's true colors.

To be honest, Evan misses Lockhart's days a little, he may not be a good professor, but he does give himself a lot of convenience.

Whether it was the difficulties of running a newspaper, the approval of the forbidden section of the library, or escaping punishment from Snape or Filch, or adding points to Gryffindor, Lockhart helped Evan a lot from any point of view.

Of course, in his opinion, Evan is also his most loyal reader.

"Are you alright?" asked Evan softly, after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" Lockhart said enthusiastically, pulling a worn peacock quill from his pocket, "How many signatures do you want?

"Oh, we don't need it now, thanks!" Hermione hurriedly shook her hand.

At the end of last semester, she threw all of Lockhart's signatures she had collected into the stove and burned them, leaving not a single one.

"Professor, why are you wandering the hallway, shouldn't you be in the ward?" Evan looked around, Lockhart's hospital room was supposed to be nearby.

"You call me Professor, have we met before?" the smile faded from Lockhart's face, and he stared at Evan and Hermione for a moment.

"Yes, you taught us at Hogwarts, remember?"

"Taught you?!" Lockhart said confusedly, "Is it me?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, the smile returned to his face almost instantaneously, and he suddenly looked frightened.

"I see, I taught you everything, right?" said Lockhart with a smile, "In that case, how many signatures do you need? How about a full dozen, you can give to all the children, and not a single one will be missed!"

Evan and Hermione looked at each other, and the two of them quietly took a step back.

"We have to go, Professor!" said Aven, "you know, the two of us just came out to buy drinks, and our friends are still waiting for us. ”

"Are they Hogwarts students too?!" Lockhart said happily, "I can come with you, and maybe they'll need my autograph, too." ”

No one would ask for his autograph, and with Sirius's temper, he would have thrown the crazy Lockhart out.

At that moment, a head suddenly poked out from behind the door at the other end of the corridor and shouted, "Gildero, mischievous boy, where have you gone?"

A motherly healer with a filigree garland on his head hurried in, smiling warmly at Evan and Hermione.

"Oh, Gildero, it's great to have someone come to see you!" said the treatment room kindly, "you know, I've never visited him in over a year, poor little lamb, and I can't think of why, he's so cute, isn't he?"

Both Evan and Hermione knew why, and they wanted to tell each other that with Lockhart's current notoriety in the wizarding world, no one would come to visit him.

Nowadays, whenever Lockhart is mentioned, people usually add the word liar to the end.

For Lockhart, going on like this forever may be the best outcome.

"We're signing!" Gilderoy smiled brightly, "they want a lot, they don't give or agree, I wish I had so many pictures!"

"He was famous before, and we hope that this hobby of autographing people will bring his memory back to some extent. The therapist took Lockhart's arm and looked at him fondly, as if he were a precocious two-year-old, "Please go this way, he lives in a closed ward, and must have slipped out while I was in with my gifts, the door is usually locked." ”

"Don't worry, he's not dangerous!" noticing the expressions of Evan and Hermione, she hurriedly lowered her voice and said, "It may be a little dangerous for himself, God forbid, he doesn't know who he is, he can't remember how to come back when he goes out, it's great that you guys came to see him!"

If it weren't for the problem with the wand he was using, it would be Aven, Harry, Ron, and Hermione now.

They had just finished fighting the basilisk, and they were all at the end of their crossbows, and they had no ability to resist at all.

Thinking of this, the little sympathy that Evan and Hermione had just raised for Lockhart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I'm sorry, we just happened to be passing by!" Hermione shook the drink in her hand, "We're here to see Ron Weasley, and he's in that room." ”

"I know Ron, a lovely red-haired boy, and it's amazing to hear that he helped that famous Sirius Black clear his ways!" the therapist smiled, "although you are not here to visit Gildero, but before you go back, can you sit in his hospital room, he seems to know you two well." It won't take long, but it might help his condition. ”

Hearing the other party say this, it would be too impersonal to refuse again.

Evan and Hermione could only nod and follow Lockhart and the therapist in the opposite direction to Ron's ward.

At the end of the hallway, the healer pointed his wand at the door of Janasic's ward, chanting "Alaho Cave Open", and the door opened.

She led the way in, one hand grasping Gildero's arm until he sat down in an armchair beside the bed.

Compared to Ron's hospital room, it was deserted.

Everything was white, and even the temperature was a few degrees cooler than outside.

There were no entertainment facilities in the ward, only cold healing equipment, and Aven couldn't imagine how terrible it would be to live here all the time.

"This is our long-stay ward. The healer whispered to Evan and Hermione, "Permanent spell damage, of course, with intensive healing and a little luck, can make things better!" Gildelow did seem to have regained some consciousness, but most of the others showed no signs of improving. (To be continued.) )