"Professor Lockhart, Professor Luo Cheng?"

Harry looked at Luo Cheng with some confusion, obviously not expecting him to appear here.

"Professor Luo Cheng and I just discussed some issues related to teaching, and we were very inspired by each other."

Lockhart is naturally very shameless to put gold on himself, of course, Luo Cheng has no intention of exposing him.

"That's right, Harry, you're locked up?"

"Uh...... Yes. ”

Harry felt a little embarrassed.

"Aha! Isn't it just a fight and being shut up? Nothing to be ashamed of, Harry! I've got a good job for you, you can help me write a letter! ”

Lockhart said to Harry, as if it were a great deal, "The first letter is to Lady Gladys, God bless her, a fervent admirer of mine." You can understand a lot by writing to them, you must know that fame is a capricious friend, although there will be many people around us who are jealous of us, but we don't need to duel with them, because celebrities have celebrity shelves, and if anyone can provoke us, then I dare say we have to arrange wizard duels most of the time......"

"I won't bother with your teachings to Harry, I think I'll have to go to the kitchen and get something to eat."

Luo Cheng was naturally in no mood to stay and listen to Lockhart's nonsense, so he left without looking back.

"Count the days, today seems to be the day the basilisk comes out of the cage?" Luo Cheng secretly thought to himself.

Lockhart shouted at his back, "We'll talk about that another day!" ”

Luo Cheng's departure also marked the beginning of Harry's misery for the night, and it didn't take long for Harry to regret his previous impulse: why did he have to beat up Malfoy?

Replying to Lockhart's admirers in the office was a very painful affair, as Lockhart had given Harry a stinky, long, standard template that was very tiring to copy, so time passed like a snail. Harry listened to Lockhart talk there, only occasionally answering "yes", "ah", "yes".

The candles burned shorter and shorter, and the light of the fire danced on the faces of the many moving Lockharts who were watching them. Harry wrote Veronica Smesley's address in a sore hand, and it felt like it was the thousandth envelope. The time is almost up, Harry thought bitterly, please come soon......

Suddenly, he heard a voice—one quite different from the crackling of a broken candle or Lockhart's babbling.

It was a voice, a creepy, breathless, cold, vicious voice. "Come on...... Come here...... Let me tear you up...... Tear you apart...... Kill you......"

Harry jerked, and a large clot of lilac ink appeared on the street name of Veronica Smesri's address.

"What?" He said loudly.

"I know!" Lockhart said, "Six months in a row at the top of the bestseller list!" Unprecedented record! ”

"No," Harry said frantically, "that voice! ”

"Huh? Isn't it? Could it be the previous sentence that dominated the front page for a week? ”

"No, it's not your voice, it's that strange voice!!"

"I'm sorry," Lockhart asked, confused, "what's the sound?" ”

"Didn't you hear that—that voice said—?"

Lockhart looked at Harry in amazement.

"What are you talking about, Harry? You might be a little sleepy, right? There's not even a ghost here except us! I know...... Oh my God! Let's see what time it is! We've been here for almost four hours! I can't believe it - time flies, doesn't it? ”

Harry didn't answer. He pricked up his ears to listen to the voice, but there was no more, only Lockhart was still nagging him, saying that he didn't expect such good luck every time he was sent to school. Harry left with a stomach full of doubts.