"I have an opinion about your choice of Lockhart as our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for the new semester."

Clark's words instantly made Dumbledore laugh, "What, are you unhappy with our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?" ”

"Yes," said Clark with certainty, "I just interviewed that Gilderoy Lockhart today on behalf of the Daily Prophet, and I think he's an embroidered pillow that doesn't teach us anything useful at all." ”

To be honest, Clark decided to change his tune on the spur of the moment.

Because of Dumbledore's behavior just now, he felt that he was still hiding something.

With Lockhart's performance, Dumbledore must have seen his unreliability, and if he pointed out Lockhart's true face and behaved too smartly, he might once again arouse Dumbledore's jealousy.

"Even from a bad teacher, you can learn a lot: don't do what you want to do, don't be what kind of person you are."

Dumbledore didn't know about the flim in Clark's belly, and directly gave his reasons.

Of course, this reason was not enough to make Kra angry.

Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry, and Dumbledore's mission is to provide a better education for all the students who come to study here.

This temple of knowledge is not a testing ground for him to go his own way for some of his ideas, nor is it an amusement park he built to cultivate a so-called savior.

However, when these words came to his lips, they all turned into one sentence, "Okay! ”

Clarke suddenly understood that no matter how much he said, he couldn't change Dumbledore's mind, because he was still just a student, just a child.

Adults don't really accept a child's advice from the bottom of their hearts, just as they will never learn, and when talking to a child, they should crouch down and listen.

The room fell silent again, and Clarke could only look at Dumbledore in embarrassment, "So, Professor, I'll go back first if there's nothing to do?" ”

Dumbledore nodded, and Clarke walked over to Fawkes, reaching for his tail feathers, only to stop again and turn to look at Dumbledore.

"Actually, I have a question, Professor, what are the silverware you put on that table for?"

"Ahh Do you mean those? Dumbledore had a smug smile on his face, as if he were a child introducing his favorite toy to his friend, "Those are air humidifiers I bought from Muggles, they're interesting, aren't they?" ”

Clarke was so impressed by his answer that he could only clench his tail feathers in the midst of Fawkes's disgruntled chirp, and disappeared in front of Dumbledore with a "whoosh".

When he was the only one left in the room, a voice suddenly came from the portrait behind him, "Dumbledore, you're being too him, he's just a child." ”

Dumbledore didn't speak, just took off his half-moon glasses, sighed, and wiped his handkerchief as if it would allow him to see a little more clearly......

On the other side, Clark was once again teleported back to the second floor of the Blotted Bookstore by Phoenix without any reaction.

It's a very comfortable way to teleport, much more comfortable than Floo Powder, Portkey, and Phantom Shift.

Clark watched Phoenix Fawkes leave, sinking himself into the soft sofa, and let out a long sigh to relieve the pressure in his heart.

In the principal's office just now, that short hour was more tiring than a big battle between him and Voldemort.

Not only did they have to convince the three school trustees, but they also had to deal with Dumbledore's scrutiny and temptation.

Fortunately, now that these things have come to an end, he can finally have a good rest.

Lying on the couch, Clark fell asleep in a daze, and did not wake up until the manager of the Blotted Bookstore came to him in the afternoon.

"What time is it?" Clark stretched, only to feel that he was in his right mind and full of energy.

"It's already 4 p.m." The bookstore manager bent down and replied, "The signing is over, and Mr. Lockhart is gone." ”

Clark nodded, then stopped the manager who was about to leave, and instructed him, "Lockhart sent out the books, remember to count them in his account, and deduct them from the share of the book sales." ”

The bookstore manager forced a smile and exited the room, but Clark slowed down, first picked up his pen and wrote a letter to Lucius Malfoy, reminding him of what he had talked about today's conversation with the school board representatives, and then pulling out the "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" from the pocket of his robe.

The worn-out second-hand textbook looked crumpled and unusual, and when Clark reached out and pinched it, he felt a hard bulge in the center of the book, as if he was holding something.

I opened it through the gap between the pages, and sure enough, a thin little book appeared in front of him.

No, it wasn't a book, it was a diary, a diary written by Voldemort as a young man.

The worn black cover seems to be full of traces of age, and the worn corners seem to tell the reader that the diary may be older than him.

Clark put his hand on the diary and stroked it gently, the touch of the hand was delicate and smooth, as if it was often touched and played with, with a thin layer of pulp, it was quite comfortable to touch.

"Maybe I can write something with it?"

A thought popped into Clarke's mind, and he subconsciously touched the edge of the journal to open it.

The next moment, however, he stopped in this motion.

"What should I write?" Clarke's mind wondered.

A thought came to his mind again, "Write whatever you want." ”

"But a serious person writes a diary!"

Clark thought of this sentence almost subconsciously.

At this point, no new thoughts came to him, only an invisible attraction emanating from the journal, tempting Clark to open it.

Unfortunately, Clark was unmoved, just stroking the cover of the diary and not opening it.

In this repeated tug-of-war, Clark found that he became more and more proficient and wishful in the use of psychic powers, and at the same time, his psionic abilities decreased at an imperceptible rate.

Unfortunately, after half an hour of stalemate, Clark clearly felt that the appeal of the diary began to fade, and finally turned back into an ordinary old diary.

He licked his lips in regret, disappointed by the change, and the way he looked at the journal changed.

Clarke, who is familiar with the original book, of course knows what this diary is, it is a Horcrux made by Voldemort when he was young, a very powerful, evil dark magic item that can prevent Voldemort from dying easily, similar to the soul box of the Lich of the Feron Continent.

Not only that, but when Clark was in France, he also accepted Nicol Lemay's order, knowing that this way of making Horcruxes was actually a half-finished state of the "return to Taiyi" ritual, which aroused his curiosity, and he couldn't wait to immediately open this diary and study it carefully.

Fortunately, Clark resisted this urge, it was very rare to have an experiment like this that would not resist, and he couldn't just ruin the good things like this.

What's more, resisting the temptation of Horcruxes can also exercise one's spiritual power along the way, and the wool must be completely gathered.

The only pity is that this Horcrux does not provide Clark with any powerful class change, only a [Mage] class.

But it's okay, good days are still to come!