"Inspiration?" Lockhart stood up, grabbed the wine glass on the table, took a big sip, and sneered, "Where did I get any inspiration!"

"Uninspired?" Dumbledore's face looked pompous, as if he didn't expect such an answer, and he asked again, "But don't you describe so many wonderful things in the book?"

"Books?" Lockhart laughed, "I didn't expect ......"

He clapped as he walked towards Dumbledore, came to Dumbledore's table, propped his hands on the table, stared at Dumbledore for a long time, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so naïve, books can be used to deceive people!"

Most of the people in the auditorium were dumbfounded, staring at Lockhart dumbfounded.

Dudley rolled his eyes, and there was only one word to describe Lockhart, and that was 'wonderful'!

That's right, it's weird.

The vast majority of people will not be very happy to say the secret after drinking the truth elixir, they will say it, but they will seem very resistant.

Lockhart was different, he was afraid that others would not know his little secret.

"What did you do to him?" asked Harry in a whisper. Lockhart had such a strange reaction that he directly thought it must have something to do with Dudley.

"Don't talk nonsense," Dudley said casually, propping his head in one hand and picking up a piece of candy with the other and throwing it into his mouth.

Harry grimaced, "Do you think I'll believe it?"

"I believe it anyway!"

Dudley smiled, since Dumbledore was on the field himself. Then he will definitely not admit that it has anything to do with this matter, and honestly be a melon-eating crowd, isn't it fragrant?

"Gilderoy Lockhart!" Fudge stood up, glaring at Lockhart and asking aloud, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Lockhart struck Fudge with a tilted head, but his face became a little distorted.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about," he said with grinning teeth, some saliva coming from the corners of his mouth, whether it was because his face was too distorted or something.

"My books are all based on other people's stories, Mr. Minister, please use your brain to think that these books can sell so well if it were not for people to think that I did all these things? Put his picture on the cover, and it won't be hard to look at. He has no taste at all in his clothes. And the witch who banished the ghost of Wanlun, with a hairy jaw!" he scoffed, "my stupid minister, can you hear me now?"

"You...... You ......" Fudge's face froze, he gasped and pointed at Lockhart, "I'm going to ...... in the name of the Ministry of Magic"

"Connery," Dumbledore said mildly, as always, "don't get excited, we might as well hear how Mr. Lockhart keeps everything that others do on his own account." ”

"Look, there are still smart people," Lockhart looked at Fudge with disdain, who was now as if he were a pianist, "Stupid Mr. Minister, everyone knows how you became a minister, or learn more from Headmaster Dumbledore......"

Fudge glared at Lockhart, his nostrils shrinking rapidly and repeatedly, apparently trying to suppress his anger.

"It's not easy for me to do this," Lockhart's tone was full of pride, and he lowered his head and said slowly, "I have a lot of work to do." First of all, I need to find the right people in the vast crowd, and this work takes a lot of time to find out. After finding the target, you need to follow up and investigate them, such as living habits, preferences, etc......"

Lockhart seemed to be pouring out the bitterness in his heart at this time.

He's so famous, but everybody thinks he's just sitting at the table and waving his arms. No one could have understood him and seen him work so hard.

"Then I got to the point, I needed to build a rapport with them and ask them how they did it. It's difficult, and almost every one of them has a very different personality. If you can't build a relationship, then everything you did in the early stage will be in vain. ”

"By the way...... Lockhart patted his head, "and one last thing, it's to use my trick on them, an amnesia charm, so they'll forget about it completely." ”

He smoothed back his golden bangs, "In order to be famous, I have put in a lot of hardship and hard work......"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, I'm going to imprison you in Azkaban!" Fudge said through gritted teeth at him.

Fudge is in a terrible mood right now, he feels that this year's fortune is too bad, and two big things actually happened in the same year. He could almost imagine what the headline would be on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper.

But fortunately, the parties involved in both things were caught by him, otherwise he, the Minister of Magic, might not be able to be the minister.

Fudge coughed a few times, and he stood up to get Lockhart apprehended. But Dumbledore stopped him, "Allow me to ask one more question,"

Dumbledore looked at Lockhart and asked, "Did you open the Chamber of Secrets?"

Suddenly.

Lockhart staggered, holding on to the table to keep himself from falling.

He didn't answer immediately, his face wavering hesitantly, his face pale and breaking out in a cold sweat.

“... Be... It's me ......" he glanced to the side and tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but even so, he said, "It's the secret room I opened!"

The little wizards suddenly exclaimed, and the auditorium was as noisy as a vegetable market. Lockhart was the one who opened the secret room, and the news was a hundred times more powerful than the one just now.

Fudge's face became even more ugly, and he stared at Lockhart angrily, his lips being bitten unconsciously.

Tomorrow everyone will know that he is a stupid minister, he came to Hogwarts before he was a good teacher, a clear achievement, how can he keep a low profile, but in the end he is even wrong about who the murderer is.

If he could, he would really want to cut Lockhart with a thousand knives now, so as to eliminate the unhappiness in his heart.

"Seriously," he said, as if he had returned to the beginning, with a look of unpleasantness, "I didn't expect Minister Fudge to be so stupid as to think that it was Hagrid who opened the secret room. ”

He looked annoyed, "I was going to throw the black cauldron that opened the secret room on Harry's body...... If I had known that stupid people would do this, I wouldn't have done something suspicious. ”

"So it's all your ......," Lockhart roared and ran towards Fudge.