This isn't the first time Clark has visited Gilderoy Lockhart's office on the fourth floor.

It's just different from the previous times, when the three of Clark followed Professor Lockhart into the office.

On the walls and on the table, the photographs of Lockhart have all put away the false bright smiles of the past, and instead they are all thinking with rather serious expressions.

"Thank you for your help, Professor!" Clark followed Lockhart into his office and spoke calmly.

"It's nothing." Lockhart shrugged his shoulders, "After all, I'm your teacher, and you're my best student...... No teacher would mind helping his best students! ”

"I've always thought you're an excellent teacher, professor." Clark looked at him with extreme sincerity.

"yes, do you really think so?"

Lockhart laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"That's true, Professor!"

Clark nodded, and Lockhart's smile stopped, the expression on his face became serious, and he looked at Clark without blinking.

The two looked at each other, and eventually, the corners of Lockhart's mouth smiled again, only this time, it was no longer that false and standard look.

"You, you, I really touched the teacher." Lockhart shook his head, and Harry and Ron suddenly realized that the frivolous temperament in the professor was suddenly gone.

"There are so many students in the whole castle of Hogwarts...... I think they almost all found out that my performance didn't match the description in the book.

But only you, only you Clark, still listened to every lesson I took so seriously, and this is what I appreciate most about you, Clark, the two of us are the same kind of people! ”

"I don't understand what you mean...... Professor. Clark asked, feigning confusion.

"Look, look, don't you just understand?" Lockhart pointed to Harry and Ron, who were standing aside, looking ignorant, "Look at them, that's really confused." ”

Harry and Ron's eyes widened, staring at them blankly, as if to validate Lockhart's words.

Clark was silent, he really couldn't do what Harry and Ron did.

"So, when you came to me, I agreed to take you as an apprentice who pretended to be a foolish genius, who was obviously a liar, but became a good teacher in your mouth, don't really take me for a fool, Clark...... Although I behaved a lot. ”

Harry watched as they asked and answered, a vague thought in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it for a moment.

"By the way, you knew I was a liar for a long time."

Lockhart's words were like a thunderbolt, completely dispelling the fog in Harry's mind.

[It turns out that Professor Lockhart is a liar, and the books he wrote...... It turns out that Clark already knew, but he ....... 】

Harry's mind was racing.

Clarke looked at Lockhart and nodded, "Yes, I did know about it for a long time, but I think Professor Dumbledore has his intentions in recruiting you to Hogwarts as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

"Hehe," Lockhart let out an incomprehensible laugh, "I was really surprised when Dumbledore found me. ”

He glanced at Harry, who was standing nearby.

"After all, others don't know, isn't he Dumbledore clear?

The hero who saved a village from the scourge of werewolves was not me, but an ugly old American wizard;

It wasn't me who drove out the ghost of Wanlun, but a Scottish witch with a mouthful of mouth;

And the one who travels with ghouls, who vacations with dominatriks, and who lives with snowmen...... It's not my ......."

Lockhart was there to talk, and both Harry and Ron were stunned by his words.

"I just need to track down the good wizards, gain their trust, and ask them how they managed to do that.

Of course, I'm going to end up casting a clever amnesia spell on them, so they'll forget about it completely. ”

"So you're putting all the things that other people have done on your account?" Harry asked incredulously, "Do these Dumbledore professors know too?" ”

Lockhart laughed and said, "That old liar, of course, knows." Harry, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore continued to hire me as a Hogwarts teacher even though he knew I was a liar, because of you. ”

"Because of me?" Harry's face was full of confusion, he didn't know how this matter had happened to him again.

"Of course," Lockhart quipped, "Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, this is a cursed job." ”

"Since decades ago, every teacher who has accepted this job has not been able to work for a full year.

Four of these were seriously injured and could only be spent in St. Mungo's life; Five became disabled; thirteen resignations with minor injuries; And one died.

Quirinus Quirrell, the prefect I was studying at Ravenclaw, what a wonderful man, and I remember his Whirlwind Charm making it so good.

But he died on the job for no apparent reason, and Dumbledore didn't give any explanation, does the Hogwarts professor still have a death mark?

So even if I were given 10,000 Galleons, I wouldn't have applied for this position! ”

Lockhart shuddered when he said this, you know, he is also the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

"But you're here anyway, aren't you?" Clark said.

"yes." Lockhart said quietly.

"It was a terrible accident, and Dumbledore happened to know one of the wizards I had stolen from, and he discovered my secret, and he got my hands on it.

I thought I was going to be ruined, but he gave me a suggestion to come to Hogwarts, just kidding, was that advice?

Aside from Hogwarts and Azkaban, he didn't give me a second choice! ”

Hearing about Lockhart's tragic experience, even Clark almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lockhart also looked aggrieved, "Actually, I also told Dumbledore that I am not familiar with other spells except for the Forgetting Charm and Occlumency, so I can't teach you much. ”

"But Professor Dumbledore didn't expect you to teach us anything, did he?" Clark said.

"Yes," Lockhart sighed, "he told me that none of this matters, that I don't have to teach you anything, that I just need to play a pompous clown, at least in front of Harry." ”

"Why?" Harry was confused.

Clarke looked at him, "Maybe Headmaster Dumbledore is worried that you've become arrogant because you've been blinded by your reputation as a savior." ”

Harry couldn't accept this at all, "I'm not a kid anymore, how could I ......"

"yes." Clark nodded. "I mentioned this to Headmaster Dumbledore back at the beginning of the school year, which is both irresponsible to the students in the school and distrustful of you."

"Unfortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't seem to think so, maybe he thinks you're too young to control your own destiny."

Lockhart and Clark glanced at each other, and suddenly interjected, "Isn't this normal?" When we were at Hogwarts, the old Headmaster was already like that. ”

"This kind of patriarch will always not interfere in their children's lives, thinking that their lives should be according to their own, the smarter and more powerful they are, the more so."

The words of the two made Harry's heart slightly uncomfortable, and he suddenly remembered that Headmaster Dumbledore did not support the resurrection of the dead last year.

At this time, Lockhart, who had finished explaining everything, had already stood up, he picked up the suitcase next to the bed, and began to stuff the photos on the table, the clothes on the bed, and so on, little by little.

Seeing Lockhart who was quickly packing his luggage, Ron, who was stunned because he ate a big melon, also reacted.

"Professor, what are you doing here?" Ron asked.

Lockhart was not embarrassed at all and said, "Can't you see this, I'm ready to leave here and run away." ”

Harry came back to his senses, "No, you just talked to Professor McGonagall about ......"

"I lied to them," Lockhart said, ripping a poster of himself from behind the door and rolling it up.

"They didn't really expect me, I dare say my acting skills were excellent, and McGonagall and they always thought I was a fool."

"And what about Hermione and Neville?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Ah, as for that thing - how unfortunate it was."

Lockhart said, avoiding their forced gaze and pulling open the drawer of his desk, packing the bits and pieces into a large bag.

"There is no one more sorry than me...... But you heard it just now, and I didn't ...... Not as good as you think, so good at dealing with those monsters...... Besides, Dumbledore couldn't do anything! ”

His explanations grew more and more fluent, and the movements of his hands did not stop, and some socks were piled on top of his clothes in the box.

"For so long, they haven't even touched a single hair of that monster, and they don't even know where the door of the secret room is opening, what can you expect me to do?"

Lockhart said, waving his wand.

The few remaining photographs on the walls were removed and flew into his suitcase, leaving the entire office empty as if no one had ever lived there.

He put the lid on the suitcase, locked it, and packed up all the salutes.

"We know!" Harry shouted in frustration.

"What?"

"I mean, we know where the chamber is, and what it's up with." Harry also wanted to fight for him.

Lockhart, however, shook his head, acting like I didn't listen, I didn't listen.

"I think about it, let me leave in disrepute, since this position is cursed, then it is better to lose fame than to die."

His words left Harry speechless, yes, Lockhart was not a good person, but he had no right to risk his life.

"Farewell, Clark, and you!" Greeting, Lockhart walked to the door of his office.

At this time, Clark suddenly asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Lockhart stopped and turned his back to them, "Let's go to France for the time being, romantic Paris, the sandy beaches on the Seine full of bikini beauties, and the bustling Champs-Elysées, should still be quite suitable for me......"

"But you're still a little reluctant, aren't you, Professor Lockhart?"

Clark's words caused Lockhart's hand to stop on the doorknob, "I'm not your teacher anymore. ”

"If you leave now, we won't recognize you as a teacher, but haven't you left yet?"

Clark's tone was sincere.

"No matter what level you are, we've always looked up to you as a teacher, and Hermione admires you even more.

People are often faced with many choices in life, and these choices will determine who we will become and where we will go.

It will leave us bruised and bruised, and it will make us fail.

But having choices is what we are born with, isn't it?

Running away won't solve the problem, he'll just wake you up in the middle of the night and sob. ”

Give yourself a chance, Professor! ”

There was a constant silence in the room, and all they could hear was Lockhart's heavy breathing.

Harry and Ron stared at Lockhart's back, expecting Clark's words to work.

Miracles happened, Lockhart let out a long sigh as his hand left the doorknob of his office.

"Well, you guys won! Honestly, Clark, it's a pity that you're not a teacher. ”

Lockhart tossed his suitcase aside, and sat down on the couch.

"Tell me what the hell is going on."

Clark told Lockhart everything they had found, including that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a basilisk, how it moved around the castle, and where the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber was.

"If what you say is true, I'm afraid my new book will be lost." Lockhart made a joke that wasn't too big or too small.

"Okay, I'll take this risk with you." With that, he stood up and said, "Let's go to the bathroom first." ”

Harry and Clark followed him, but Ron hesitated.

Now that you know that Lockhart's books are bragging, his strength is very questionable.

Lockhart seemed to sense Ron's thoughts, and deliberately looked at Clark and said.

"Well, if it weren't for Dumbledore's orders, I wouldn't have been able to deal with a bunch of Cornwall elves, you know, I also got 7 O in the OWLS exam back then."

As soon as he said this, Ron immediately blushed and hurriedly followed them.

The four of them walked out of Lockhart's office and returned to Myrtle's bathroom once more.

At this time, Myrtle didn't know where to go, perhaps because Snape had just disturbed her and drove her away.

Clark didn't care, Harry walked straight to the washbasin and shouted at the serpentine carving on the faucet.

"Open!"

A strange sizzling sound sounded, a dazzling white light flashed, and the entrance to the chamber appeared before them again.

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