Calvin hesitated for a moment, and then uttered his conjecture, "Or, Lockhart's strength is really like what he described in his book. However, for various reasons, he was reluctant to teach the students, and he used the bad method of drama to delay the students.

Seriously, Headmaster, if it weren't for the fact that the UK mailed to a Hogwarts school, I would have doubted that he was a spy sent by another school."

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Calvin to continue.

"Either that, or Lockhart's magic is extremely specialized, and he only has one or two extremely proficient spells, and these two spells have nothing to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts, or rather, can't be shown."

Calvin touched his chin, "But that doesn't explain what he's writing about, the feelings described in the book are his own experiences."

"That's why you want to find out if you can find out the magic he uses." Dumbledore spoke Calvin's thoughts.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he yawned, "Alas, I'm old, so I'd better go to bed early. I'm not going to play the little games you left over today."

He winked at Calvin and said, "Remember to send the kids back."

Then he turned and left the auditorium in the same way he came.

Harry and Ron heard Dumbledore say that they were going to drop the children back into a cave of ice. Then Calvin walked briskly in front of them.

"Alright, kids, it's time for the night out." Calvin's tone didn't sound angry, which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

Harry took off his cloak of invisibility, and Ron said nervously, "Professor Capet, let's ......."

"Well, you don't have to explain, you don't have to lie. I don't know you yet?" Calvin took the Cloak of Invisibility beside Harry, "But this, I'll have to take it for a while."

Harry's breath was a little short, and he stammered, "Professor Capet, you must remember to give it back to me, it was left to me by my father."

"I'm not going to take the students' stuff yet." Calvin said nonchalantly, but soon he realized that there was something unreasonable in what Harry had just said.

"What your father left you?" Calvin was slightly surprised.

Harry nodded, "Yes, Professor."

Calvin flicked the invisibility cloak in his hand, which was as thin as a cicada's wings and flowing like water. He knew that Jaime had an invisibility cloak, but the lifespan of the invisibility cloak was generally no more than two years, how could it be possible to have such an effect after ten years.

"I see," Calvin tucked the Cloak of Invisibility into his sleeve, "and I'll give it back to you when you pass my test."

"Professor," Harry pointed to the glowing golden magic painting, his eyes glinting with longing, "Can I try it now?"

"I want to try it too!" Ron also said.

"Oh, what two little lions." Calvin said with a slight exaggeration, "Okay, let's try it."

Harry and Ron hurried over to the magic painting and vanished in a burst of golden light. Then, Calvin raised his wrist and looked at his watch to time them.

However, it took almost less than ten seconds for Harry to go in before he was spit out by the white mist. This surprised Calvin, it stands to reason that Harry shouldn't have come out so soon. ….

Calvin hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Harry up and asked, "Harry, are you alright, what did you see in it, shouldn't your level just last for a while?"

Harry shuddered as if it were winter, "I hear, a woman's cry and scream. Then I saw a green light, and I heard a cold voice, and then I came out."

Woman's cries and screams? Is it Lily? And the Avada Curse?

Calvin realized that the magic of his memories in the magic painting might have brought back Harry's most painful memories, even though he was only a year old at the time.

"Harry, this test isn't for you." Calvin said solemnly.

Harry took a few deep breaths and gradually regained his composure, "No, Professor, I want to try again."

"I feel like I have to

You have to face that voice."

Calvin was about to refuse Harry's request when a white mist erupted from the magic painting, and Ron flew out of it. Calvin looked at his watch, three minutes, not a bad score.

"I'll discuss this with Dumbledore, no, Sirius, and decide if you want to take this test." Calvin sternly warned Harry not to approach the painting without his permission.

Calvin asked Harry and Ron to sit down at the long table and rest for a while, while he went to the back of the magic painting and stretched out his left hand and pressed it against it.

In the palm of Calvin's left hand was a magic symbol that resembled the rising sun, which he had found after flipping through Bassida's collection of books.

He closed his eyes and began to savor the remaining magical properties in the paper.

"Disarming the stun and exploding petrification, uh-huh, these are all normal, they should be the magic left by the little wizards; Memory magic, it should have been left by me; Wait......"

Calvin opened his eyes suddenly, savoring the magic that had just flowed through his palm.

"Dark magic? And it's powerful?"

Harry and Ron were startled when they saw Calvin coming out from behind the magic painting. They had never seen Calvin have such a cold expression, not even the east wind blowing in December was not as cold as Calvin's expression at this time.

Ron swallowed unconsciously and asked, "Professor Capet, what's going on?"

"It's none of your business," Harry felt like the air in the entire auditorium was going to freeze as soon as Calvin spoke, "It's too dangerous for you."

Calvin herded the two nocturnal kids back to the break room, then returned to his office, carefully pulling out the thief's trio from the cabinet behind the bookshelf—the Hand of Glory, the lockpicking knife, and the map of the living spot. Without disturbing the sleeping Bassida, she left the office again.

By the candlelight of the Glorious Hand, Calvin melted into the darkness. He glanced at the map and determined that Lockhart was in his office at this time. So he walked briskly to his office.

Calvin pulled out the lock-picking knife from his pocket, the alchemical product he had promised to give Sirius, and when it was ready, he prepared another one for himself.

Aiming the blade at the keyhole in the door, he inserted it hard, and it didn't take much effort to open the door to Lockhart's office.

Calvin quietly walked in, found Lockhart's bedroom, and entered the room in the same way.

At this time, Lockhart was wearing lilac-colored pajamas, a nightcap on his head, and a pillow as big as him was placed next to him, and there was a loud snoring sound from his nose.

Calvin frowned, and it was difficult for him to determine whether this man who slept like a dead pig was a liar who deceived the world and stole his reputation, or a genius who deceived the world.

But it doesn't matter, Calvin will reveal Lockhart's secret himself.

lq.

Sher Spirit Tortoise