The school days were easy, time flew by, and Lockhart had tried to go to the Room of Requirement to find the Ravenclaw crown, but apparently he didn't have the instincts of a protagonist like Harry. He even felt that the original plot was: every time he entered the Bing Answer House, it was a different entrance, and the Bing Room was as big as a football field, and there were too many things in it to count.

No wonder Voldemort wanted to put things here, the dripping water was hidden in the sea, the leaves were hidden in the forest, and Voldemort was also a wise man. Maybe when Harry Potter trusts him, he can let Harry Potter come and find him, he has Voldemort's soul fragments on his body, and he can feel the Horcruxes.

As for Ginny's notebook, Lockhart is in no hurry, and he wants to use this to complete a big scam again, and point out Ginny's strangeness at the most critical time, just like a mystery novel.

The headless Nicol invited Lockhart, the new professor, to his five-hundred-year-old "birthday" dinner, but Lockhart politely declined, even before the crossing, he was in his twenties, and he had no excessive curiosity about the gathering of ghosts.

On Halloween, Lockhart attended the party like the other professors, and sure enough, he didn't see the trio, so he should have gone to Nicol's birthday party.

After a while, Lockhart walked into the aisle, hoping to strike up a conversation with a passing senior girl or something.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the hallway. Could it be that the basilisk came out to bite, and Lockhart rushed over and saw the three saviors staring blankly at a dead cat on the wall, and blood-red letters.

"What are you three doing!" Lockhart pretended not to know.

"Professor, this ......" Ron was scared, Harry was dumbfounded. Hermione called out to the professor and jumped over and grabbed his arm, as if she was afraid that Lockhart would run away.

At this time, a large number of students came over, and after seeing such a scene, they gathered around and watched, and Draco Malfoy said aloud in a strange manner: "Descendants of the enemy, beware! You are the next target, hemp seed!"

"Malfoy-san, we are all literate and we don't need you to read it," Lockhart looked at him with disdain, "If you like to read, you can go to a Muggle school and become an English teacher after graduation." ”

Lockhart was the professor who could deduct his points, and Malfoy puffed up but reluctantly returned to the crowd.

"What happened, what happened?"

Undoubtedly, Malf's cry caught Filch's attention, and he squeezed a way through his shoulders and through the crowd. When he saw Lady Norris, he stepped back in fright, his face full of horror.

"My cat, my cat, what's wrong with Mrs. Norris?" Filch shouted at a shriek.

Then his eyes widened and he turned his gaze to Harry?

"You!" he screamed, "it's you! you kill my cat! you kill her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Calm down, Mr. Filch, I can prove that Harry didn't do it. Lockhart said.

Dumbledore's voice came from this point, "Come with me, Filch, and you too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger." ”

He untied Lady Loris.

Lockhart stepped forward: "My office is upstairs, closest. ”。

A group of people came to Lockhart's office and placed the cat on the table, and Dumbledore watched carefully.

"It's Harry. Filch screamed, turning his dirty, tear-stained face towards Harry, and Lockhart wondered why Filch was trying to frame Harry.

"I've never touched Lady Loris!" Harry retorted, feeling uncomfortable at the same time as he realized that everyone was watching him, except Lockhart and Dumbledore.

"Let me see," Lockhart stepped forward, pretending that time was up, "If it's dark magic, I should have a way." ”

Walked over to the table and pretended to look at it, "Well, it's not petrification, it's not magic. Otherwise, I would never have been able to solve it. "Nonsense, Dumbledore can't solve it, this force is pretending casually.

Lockhart straightened up, "I think it's an evil creature, maybe a monster in that secret room." I've encountered this kind of thing in my previous adventures, and only the antidote made of the magic apple can save her. ”

Dumbledore nodded, "Since Professor Lockhart thinks so, then—Snape! ”

Snape nodded. Rarely, I didn't get a chance to say a word.

Dumbledore turned to Harry, "So, Harry, what were you doing there, I didn't see you at the dinner." ”

"I was ......," Harry was about to explain.

"They were with me at the time, and I was asking them about the plot of my next book. Lockhart came out to help talk.

Dumbledore looked at Lockhart suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why Lockhart had lied for Harry, as he had seen Lockhart at the dinner.

Harry was a little puzzled, a little moved, although it was true that he did not do this, but he felt warm - he had encountered professors at school more than once favoring students, but it was the first time...... Although I don't know why, the object of favoritism has become himself, and this feeling is - family affection?

Dumbledore finally decided to save face for the professor, after all, Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was well taught, and there was nothing suspicious about it. "That's none of your business, you can go back to the dormitory. ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out of the office.

"Why is Lockhart trying to speak for us, we didn't do anything in the first place!" Ron said unappreciatively.

"Shut up Ron, you're not satisfied with helping you out of trouble!" Hermione jumped out.

"What are you anxious about Hermione, I know you like Lockhart, but you have to be careful, he's a playboy, a big celebrity. ”

"Don't speak ill of the professor!" Hermione, the brainless fan, looked anxious, as if she wanted to hit Ron.

"Alright, Ron, don't say that kind of thing, Professor Lockhart is a good man, don't speculate on others with your careful thoughts. "Harry came out to play the round.