After a hasty lunch with Salf, Brandi said goodbye to Harry in the corner, as they weren't going to go back to the dorm with him - the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was early in the afternoon, and the nap wasn't very cost-effective, so they planned to go out in the courtyard.

It seems really necessary, and for various reasons, everyone's mood is not very high today. Not to mention Harry Ron, who was annoyed by the speeding car incident, even Parvati's little face was bulging like a bun, and he almost wrote his unhappiness clearly on his little face.

Hey, I don't know who is so kind of back, actually provoked such a little witch...... Brandi was secretly gloating at the time.

"Sharf, you wait here for me, I'll be back shortly." When Brandi and the others reached the staircase on the eighth floor, he didn't rush directly to the fat woman, but sneakily pulled Sharf to a corner where there were fewer students, and asked her to wait a little. Then he flew back to the dormitory and opened his large suitcase.

"I think, I think......" muttered to himself as he rummaged through the mass of clothes and socks. All his important things were wittily hidden in it—and in a moment he carefully pulled out a small glass bottle from a ball of socks, which seemed to contain a small night sky.

Yes, the last time he and Dumbledore went to the Vault, the windfall: a vial of awakening potion that could be taken out. Dumbledore didn't know what kind of magic was used, and he broke the restriction that it could not be taken out of the vault.

I don't know if this thing can help Sharf......

Brandi cautiously took it in his arms and rummaged through the box, intending to find an unused notebook to take notes on Defence Against the Dark Arts, as he had intended to mix it up casually.

"I think I should have brought a few books from home... Hey? What is it? ”

He tossed aside the second-hand spell book he had bought in Diagon Alley, and was surprised to find that there seemed to be something else pressed underneath the book. He picked it up in confusion.

It looked like a small, thin booklet, the size of a comic strip that Brandi had read as a child. The tattered black cover, with the date of manufacture on it all faded.

How could there be such an extra thing in your box?

Brandi was a little confused, he did have a few notebooks from home, but no matter how casual he was, he wouldn't have taken such a thin booklet to take notes. It's a question of whether those dozens of pieces of paper will last until Christmas......

Puzzled, he opened it, and on the first page, he could only recognize a name written in vague ink: "Don Riddle", while the next page was blank, without the slightest trace of writing. Flip to the back cover, and the name of a newspaper dealer on Vauxhall Road in London is printed on it.

Eh...... Probably this Riddle senior accidentally sent his unused diary to a second-hand bookstore.

Brandi thought to himself that it was a temporary emergency anyway, and there was no privacy in this book, so it would not matter if he used it as a notebook, so he simply put Riddle's diary into his bag, closed the box, and trotted out of the dormitory.

"Drink this, Sharf." He shoved the flask into Sharf's palm. "Don't let anyone find out, it seems that the recipe for this thing has been lost...... It makes it a little easier for you to recite mantras. ”

Salph stared at the star-filled liquid in the bottle in a daze, with a strange look on her face.

"It's lost...... she muttered to herself, "can I take it back, Brandy?" ”

………………

Although she didn't quite understand why Sorf didn't drink it immediately, but the things were given to her, and Brandi didn't bother to care what Salf did. He volunteered to send Salph back to the Ravenclaw common room, and then hurried to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

When he reached the hallway on the second floor, the atmosphere was strange enough. What to say, if it weren't for Lockhart's still smiling face, Brandi would have thought that Harry, who had no love under his arm, was going to be pulled out and beheaded......

"Harry, what's wrong with him?" Seeing Ron and them rushing behind him, Brandi asked curiously.

"What else, Creevey, it's the little guy next to you who is trembling with excitement - he wants Harry's autographed picture." Ron's face was beaming, as if it had been a holiday. The results made Lockhart see...... Judging from the situation at the time at the Blotted bookstore, it seems that he was a veteran in this area. And so, you know, they put it together again. ”

"Don't say that, Gildelow is a public figure, he is naturally much more sensitive to taking pictures, he must be worried that Harry will be embarrassed alone!"

Gildero??? Brandi stared in dismay.

"Tsk, Gildero, no wonder you circle Lockhart's lessons in a heart-shaped line," Ron said in a strange tone, with a look of sudden realization.

Hermione glared at him fiercely and burrowed into the classroom without looking back.

When the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly and quieted everyone down. The effect was immediate, and the classroom was silent, and everyone looked at him with anticipation, especially the little girls in the front row...... He stepped down from the lectern and reached for Neville's Walking with Trolls, showing everyone the picture of himself bared on the cover.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - of course, I can't always talk about these accolades, I don't use my smile to exorcise Bandun's female ghosts."

He waited for everyone to laugh, and his attitude was very resolute, in order to cooperate with him, everyone had to laugh dryly a few times, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"Hey, what the hell is he trying to do?" While Lockhart nodded in satisfaction and began handing out parchment rolls to everyone, Harry poked Brandy. "Didn't he never talk about honor, so what did he just say!"

"How do I know, it's embarrassing." Brandi whispered, "I'm laughing so badly that goosebumps......"

"I see that you all bought my full set of books – very good. I guess we're going to do a little quiz today. Don't be afraid—just see how well you read and how much ...... you comprehend."

After handing out the papers, he returned to the pulpit with his hands on his chest and said, "You have thirty minutes, now—begin!" ”

Brandi hurriedly turned the volume over, he was actually quite confident in this, because to be honest, Lockhart's writing was really good, and he could finish blowing up those vulgar chivalric novels. And it's real...... Brandi had read all of his books three or four times, and if it was to test the mastery of magic and combat knowledge in them, Brandy's heart would hardly fluctuate.

He began to read the above title:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What special requirements does Gilderoy Lockhart have for his partner?

And so on, there are three sides of paper:

54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What is the ideal birthday gift?

…………

It's weird.

How come I can't even understand the question......

Brandi rubbed his eyes, and he read the question again from beginning to end.

That's right, I'm not blind, am I?

Turning his head sideways, he glanced at Hermione, who was about to fly the scroll, and Parvati, who was going to use her treasures, and his tears were about to fall—Merlin's beard, I must have read a fake book!

At this moment, Brandi began to doubt life deeply......

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected all the test papers and looked through them in front of the class. To Brandi's slight consolation, judging from the number of words written on those papers, there were probably a lot of classmates in the class who doubted life with him.

"Tsk – almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti". If you read Weekend with Werewolves again, I'll see that my ideal birthday present is for all who can and can't be in harmony with each other – and of course, I wouldn't say no to a bottle of Ogden Fiery Whisky! ”

He began to wink mischievously at them again. Harry and Ron had apparently begun to distrust him, and Parvati stood in front of her large stack of books, secretly burying her head in small bites of Bibi beans underneath. She looked like she had eaten the taste of volcanic peppers, her whole body was shivering with spicy, and she was sticking out her tongue and fanning the wind with her hands, making a hissing and exhaling sound - but Hermione and the little Lockhart fans in the front row were listening intently, and Lockhart suddenly mentioned her name, startling her.

"Huh! Look at this, only Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, as well as sell my own line of hair lotions. And I hope to find a passionate blonde who can give birth to seventeen or eighteen babies for me—a good girl! 100 points! Perfect! Where is Miss Hermione Granger? ”

Hermione held up a trembling hand.

"How do I reward my loyal fans?" Lockhart laughed and said, "Gryffindor plus twenty points!" ”

"Twenty points! Just because Hermione knew that the wife he wanted to find in the future was a sow with a blonde wig? Ron made a fuss at Brandi and Harry, making them so amused that he almost didn't laugh out loud.

"That's it! After a moment of commotion, Lockhart waved his hand, and he bent down to take out a large black cage from behind the podium and placed it on the table.......

Brandy immediately sat up straight, and he pulled the journal out of his bag, his quill dipped in ink, ready to jot down anything useful in his mouth.

"Now - focus on the guys! My mission is to fend you off the most evil thing the wizarding world has to know! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be hurt in any way. Now, stay calm ......"

Everyone closed their mouths, even Parvati, whose cheeks were bulging, stopped chewing, and everyone craned their necks to stare at the cage, half curious and half frightened.

"Shocked, classmates," Lockhart lowered his voice, "that would infuriate them!" ”

Brandi subconsciously held his breath, he noticed that his quill was dipped in too much ink, and a drop of ink was hanging on the tip of the pen, which could drip on the notebook at any time.

He was just about to move the pen away, but he heard the sound of the fabric being lifted - he subconsciously shook it and looked at the stage.

"Yes," Lockhart said, as if he were acting, "the Cornish elf that I just caught." ”

After a moment of silence, Seamus couldn't help but sneer. It was in stark contrast to the exclamation of another person.

"What, don't you think so?" Lockhart shook his finger at him with some annoyance, "Go and learn from that hedgehog-headed classmate, you should keep a proper fear of the unknown." ”

So everyone followed the distinctive features of the hedgehog head and looked at Brandy.

"Hey, are you alright?" Ron looked at him worriedly, as if he had seen something incredible on his face.

Brandi was stunned for a moment, he shook his head slightly, "It's okay, I was almost thrown off the stool just now......"

It wasn't until everyone had turned their heads that he lowered himself again, and looked at the diary he had been hiding with his arm in a panic - the ink on the quill tip had just fallen on the paper, but before Brandi could feel sorry - the large ink had slowly seeped in and disappeared. Immediately after, a neat line of font appeared in Brandi's eyes:

"Hello, I'm Tom. Riddle – how did you find my diary? ”

Hell yes! This diary can write on its own!