Daphany only felt like she was being burned by Thunder. White wizard, you can. Sacrificing a whole year's worth of Defence Against the Dark Arts classes for the whole school in order to teach Harry a lesson not to be obsessed with fame. This sassy operation is really slipping away!

"Okay!" Daphine helplessly held her forehead: "You ...... Really...... Alas......"

Lockhart was also a little embarrassed, and then smiled: "Okay, okay, don't be depressed." I'm actually only teaching for one year, and Dumbledore has already arranged for next year's professor, and he is a very powerful wizard. He'll make up for the course for the big guys. ”

Daphine nodded, knowing that the professor who would teach Defence Against the Dark Arts next year would be Lupin, the poor wolf slave. But what to say, Lupin's level still has nothing to say.

"Alright, so be it!" Daphany nodded, "I've got to help Harry, what do you say?" ”

"I'll go with you," Lorhar nodded, and with a wave of his wand, he added another stun spell to Ron. Devhanie estimated that if the spell hadn't been solved, Ron would have to sleep for at least half a day before he woke up.

"How did you get there?" Dafanie scanned the stone wall in front of her. The stone wall couldn't stop her. After all, it is composed of gravel, not concrete. There are always a lot of gaps. These gaps are difficult for people or even a cat to get through. But this is not a problem at all for birds and snakes that can change their size at will. And Daphany's Animagus happens to be the bird snake.

"I'm so easy to do!" Lockhart laughed, then collapsed to the ground. Before Daphany could be surprised, she saw a translucent mist shape of Lockhart float out of Lockhart's original head.

"Out of body?" Daphine almost didn't pee her pants. It's good that I haven't drunk water for a long time, but not at this time. I never thought that Lockhart would be able to do this! This is a rare spell that only exists in legends.

"Don't think too much about it, it's not what you think." Lockhart pouted and said, "I'm in a special situation, I'm dying. The body is cursed and should have died a long time ago. However, it may be because my magic is strong enough, well, there are probably some other reasons to forcibly attach the soul to the body and control it. Actually, I'm already a ghost! ”

This one is amazing! Daphany was a little dumbfounded, but she still basically understood Lockhart's situation. Lockhart has become a ghost. It's like the other ghosts in the academy. However, unlike other ghosts, Lockhart's body is not completely dead, and due to his strong magical and psychic powers, he can continue to move inside his body. But......

"You...... Can I use magic in the ghost state? Daphany was confused. Of course, ghosts can't hold wands, and ghosts themselves can't store mana.

"You can use some special magic, such as the Oblivion Charm, the Confusion Charm, the Imperius Charm, and the like!" Lockhart explained, "I can use some of these magic that don't produce actual physical effects. ”

Daphine knew that her body was alive and magical. So Lockhart can use some magic to a limited extent. However, it is limited to spiritual magic. It's a little weird, but it's barely plausible.

"So, can you be invisible?" Daphine asked curiously, it was about a previous doubt.

"Of course, if a ghost doesn't want to be seen by the living, the living will never see it." With that, Lockhart quietly disappeared in place. Still, Daphany could feel the mental fluctuations still there. And it seems that because of the loss of physical restraints, Lockhart's mental fluctuations have become even stronger.

I see! Daphine knew. Let's just say that in the original plot, how could the White Wizard rest assured that Harry would play with snakes alone. It turned out that Lockhart's ghost was watching over him. It makes sense.

"It's you!" Lockhart once again revealed the ghost: "How did you get there?" ”

"Me, it's easy!" Daphany turned into a miniature bird snake the size of a tail finger.

"Animagus! Or the Magic Animagus? Lockhart's apparition tone was surprised, apparently Dumbledore hadn't told him about Daphne Animagus. Daphany was pleased with this, and the White Wizard was quite reliable in this matter.

Daphne, who is incarnated as Animagus, cannot speak, so she does not respond to Lockhart's words. Time was pressing, so I drilled directly into the gap in the stone wall and drilled through it smoothly. Lockhart was already waiting for her on the other side of the stone wall. Physical obstacles are non-existent for ghosts.

Daphany and Lockhart's conversation took some time, but the two of them were fast enough. Harry and Draco, on the other hand, were clearly cautious. It's a little slower. By the time they caught up, Harry had just crossed a valve. It was a sturdy-looking wall, carved with two intertwined snakes with large, sparkling emeralds in their eyes. Daphine looked at the gems, her eyes shining.

Daphany wanted to get the gems on them, but now was clearly not the time. Because they finally reached the main chamber of the secret room. Lockhart quietly disappeared. Daphany leaned against the wall, carefully concealing her figure through the shadows.

It was one side of a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with coiled snakes towered to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mystery.

Both Harry and Draco clutched their wands tightly, looking ready for battle. Be ready for something that might come out of a corner. The surroundings were so quiet that the sound of their steps on the slippery ground would echo.

Daphne carefully concealed her figure, unsure of Lockhart's location. It can only be judged from mental fluctuations that it is not far off. The first grab

When Harry and Draco walked parallel to the last pair of columns, a statue as tall as the room itself appeared, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

What a big stone statue! Hiding in the corner, Daphany muttered secretly. Looked at Slytherin's face. That's definitely not a pretty face. The old dragon clock is just that, and the carving is still like a monkey. A sparse beard dragged almost all the way to the hem of the stone-carved wizard's robes, and two large gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room. Could it be that one of the most powerful dark wizards in history, Salazar Slytherin, is this honor?

"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, and ran quickly towards the statue. Between the two large feet of the stone statue, face down lies a thin figure dressed in a collegiate robe. Her hair was fiery red, apparently Jenny.

Harry ran briskly, while Draco raised his wand and scanned around warily.

"Ginny!" Harry approached Ginny and nudged him, but Ginny didn't respond. A revival spell was cast with a wand, but it had no effect. Ginny's face was marble, cold, bloodless. Her eyes were closed, and her skin didn't have that slight bluish-gray tinge, so it wasn't petrified. Harry tried Ginny's snort, and breathing, but it was very faint. It's even so faint that it seems to be nothing.

"Ginny, wake up, please, wake up!" Harry set his wand aside and picked Ginny up from the cold ground. The tone was quite excited, and there was a little low crying. Ginny, however, did not react, her head drooping lifelessly.

"She's not going to wake up!" An indifferent voice sounded softly.

Both Harry and Draco looked startled, and turned their heads to look in the direction the voice was coming from.

A tall, dark-haired boy leaned against the nearest stone pillar, watching the three Harrys. He looked strange, and his outline was a little blurry. It's like looking at each other through a foggy window.

Draco didn't react in any way, but Harry was slightly startled, because although he didn't know it very clearly, Harry still recognized it.

"Tom? Are you Tom Riddle? Harry's tone was a little uncertain.

Tom Riddle nodded. His eyes continued to be fixed on the three.

"What do you mean? She won't wake up? There was suppressed anger in Harry's tone: "Isn't she, is she ......?"

"He's not dead yet," Riddle's tone remained indifferent and calm, "but he won't live long." ”

Harry felt like he couldn't turn his head around. Ron had told him that Riddle was a student fifty years ago. Even if you live to this point, you can't be so young. Although I can't see it clearly, Riddle in front of him should only be sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Are you a ghost, or what?" Harry wasn't sure.

"Ghosts, kind of something like that!" Riddle smiled, faintly, but with a hint of mockery: "I am a memory, a memory that has been kept in a journal for fifty years. He pointed to the statue's big toe. There lay the journal that Harry had found in the weeping Myrtle's bathroom. Harry couldn't figure out how it got there, but he didn't have to think about it right now, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Don't move!" Harry tried to lift Ginny's head, but suddenly heard Draco's voice.

I saw Draco, who had not spoken, flip his wrist, and a red light shot at Riddle. With a snap, the wand in Draco's hand also emitted a red light, and the two spells collided together, Draco's body shook slightly, but Riddle took a step back.

Harry noticed that Riddle's wand seemed to be his own, and when he looked to the side, his wand was gone.

"Who are you?" Riddle looked at Draco, "I thought it was going to be a kid named Ron." ”

"When you ask someone who they are, you should introduce yourself first!" Draco's wand was pointed at Riddle, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Whether you're a ghost or a memory or something." Silent wand magic, very powerful! ”

Yes, Riddle had just waved his hand without a wand and without using a spell, and he had quietly let Harry's wand bounce off the ground and land on his hand. Draco, who was watching all of this, noticed all of this and immediately used the Disarming Charm. But Riddle reacted very quickly, and immediately responded with a spell. The two spells collided, and Draco took advantage of it.

"Isn't it amazing? Of course! Instead of dwelling on Draco's identity, Riddle praised his strength: "At your age, it's a lot of magic!" Are you a child of a pure-blood family? Look at your hair, it seems to be from the Malfoy family? ”

Draco didn't answer, still staring warily at the person in front of him, Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord.