Perhaps in the future, a new edition of Hogwarts - A History of the School will include a short biography of 1992, documenting some of the new Dark Arts professor and two lawless Hufflepuff students.

But that's an afterthought, Harry and Rove, who had played a lot in class, are not in a good situation at the moment, in front of them are Dumbledore who has a calm face but always feels a little like laughing, Professor McGonagall with a serious face with a tight pursed lips, and Professor Sprout, who has always smiled at people, but at the moment he is also learning from Professor McGonagall's tense face.

The three sessions presided over by the principal, the vice-principal, and the dean of the college are estimated that few young wizards will be able to experience it firsthand.

"Is there anything you would like to say, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Scamander?"

"It's the first day of school! You've made such a mess! Professor McGonagall reached out and slapped the table sternly, she was indeed annoyed by the two little bastards, "How dare you make trouble in class!" It also scared Professor Lockhart out! ”

"Pomona." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath as she turned to look at Professor Sprout, "They're students at your house, or leave them to you." ”

"It is." Professor Sprout nodded seriously, and glanced at the two of them very seriously and majestically, but unlike the seriousness of her expression, there was actually no reproachful look in her eyes.

Professor Sprout is a benevolent and optimistic person, but most importantly, she has an unabashed preference for her students, much like Snape, except that she is also very kind to students in other houses, and in herbal medicine classes, as long as she is not deliberately causing trouble, she will never deduct points casually.

"It's a serious mistake, and I want you two to recognize it, but I'd like to hear if you realize what you're doing wrong."

"Mr. Scamander, you speak first."

Rove, who was named, straightened his waist and said solemnly: "I shouldn't have told Professor Lockhart that I would hear wolves howling at night, I made it up, it's wrong Professor to lie, I can apologize to Professor Lockhart, there are really no wolves barking at Hogwarts at night, and besides, last night was not a full moon, and the full moon is next week." ”

"You," Professor Sprout paused, as if she was holding on to something, but finally waved her hand and called Harry's name, "What about you, Mr. Potter." ”

I'm so sorry for the accident, Professor. ”

Harry spoke in a calm voice, a sincerity in his voice, and he looked up into Professor Sprout's eyes.

"Although there were some surprises in this incident, I don't think I did anything wrong, and I helped Professor Lockhart accomplish his teaching goal - the correct way to deal with the werewolf encounter, at least Professor Lockhart thought it was the right one."

"Correct?" Professor McGonagall frowned, a little confused, as if she didn't understand what Harry meant.

"Ah, this." Harry scratched his head, "The first thing Professor Lockhart did when he woke up after being stunned was to tell us that the most effective way to deal with a werewolf when approaching is to play dead so that the werewolf won't bite you." ”

"That's what he said."

Harry cleared his throat and spoke in Lockhart's tone:

"Fainted? How could I have fainted! ”

"When facing werewolves, it is the worst choice for a little wizard like you to fight with them, so here I want to teach you the most effective way to deal with werewolves, which is to play dead!"

"Werewolves don't bite their dead prey, and they don't usually eat people."

"I guess no one should have noticed me pretending to be in my brilliant demo just now, right? Playing dead is the best way for a little wizard like you to deal with werewolves, and when they're gone, you'll be able to get out safely. ”

"Professor Lockhart gave me a ten." Harry smiled funny and spread his hands to show his innocence, "Professor Lockhart wasn't stunned by me, he was just teaching us all. ”

Professor Sprout, who had already turned his head, shrugged his shoulders and trembled, and Dumbledore also looked out the window, as if a flying saucer was about to pass by in the clear space outside.

Professor McGonagall used great perseverance to keep herself from laughing in front of the students, but the corners of her mouth could not help but turn up to betray her mood at the moment.

"Is that so?"

She barely controlled her expression, "Looks like there's a little misunderstanding here?" ”

"Yes, there was a little misunderstanding."

Harry replied solemnly, without the slightest hint of emptiness on his face.

"Okay then." She nodded to Harry, then looked at Rove to the side.

"Mr. Scamander, lying is a bad act, and I want you to start correcting your mistakes today."

"Pomona, you shouldn't be short of people there, right?" Professor McGonagall implicitly elbowed Professor Sprout, who almost burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes. Yes, Minerva. Professor Sprout wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, then nodded, "Mr. Scamander, then you can come to the greenhouse this week to help, six to seven o'clock in the afternoon, greenhouse number 15." ”

Rove's eyes widened and he opened his mouth innocently, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only watch the two professors leave the room, and the fifteenth greenhouse was next to the dragon manure compost, and there was no need to say what he was doing there.

"Confess leniently, and sit through the bottom of the prison."

Harry patted Rove on the shoulder and shook his head slightly.

"I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore, you go to the Great Hall and help me get a seat."

"Oh"

Rove, who was frowning, dragged his legs away lifelessly, and he had to smell of dung when school started, and this semester was really open.

"Thank you for adding some fun to our boring school life, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Harry politely spoke, while Dumbledore, who was sitting across from him, was stuffing a piece of sweet toffee into his mouth.

"You and Gale are really," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, "and it's the same bad taste, and you can't rub the sand in your eyes." ”

"Maybe I think it's rude for a clown to waste an entire school of students."

"Should this be considered a timely stop loss?"

Harry was relaxed while chatting with Dumbledore, although a few months ago he had pointed at Dumbledore's head with an ebony stick, but that was a thing of the past, and besides, as a kind old man, he wouldn't take his little offense to heart.

"Can't find a serious professor at school to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

"If there were, I wouldn't have chosen him." Dumbledore pushed the sugar jar in front of Harry, which contained colorful and different flavors of toffee, "Try the new product?" A new flavor that Duke Honey has not yet released, and it has a filling. ”

"Thank you, but it's too sweet for me to eat."

Harry declined Dumbledore's offer, he really wasn't interested in sweets.

"If there is no candidate, would you consider considering this person?"

Harry was not happy to let Lockhart continue to waste everyone's time with Hogwarts, although he could learn something on his own, but after all, magic is an empirical discipline, and many knowledge cannot be learned by reading books, such as spells, without the guidance of Professor Flitwick, learning according to textbooks, at most he will master a three-and-a-half point, and the difference between a pheasant wizard and a wizard from a regular school is simply a cloud and mud.

"Who?"

"Remus Lupin, my father's best friend, Godfather Snape had a bad relationship with my father, but the only thing he didn't have a lot of ill feelings about my father's companions was him, and Mr. Lupin was a very capable man."

"Remus is really good and capable, but he's not necessarily a good fit for Hogwarts right now."

Dumbledore opened his mouth meaningfully.

"I don't care about werewolves, I'll try to make the other students not mind his identity when it's revealed."

"Godfather Snape will help improve the Wolf Poison Potion, and I talked to him about it before the holidays."

"Looks like you're prepared?" There was a look of interest in Dumbledore's eyes, Harry seemed to have known that Lockhart was a straw bale?

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts instructor at Hogwarts is already notorious." Harry spread his hands, "After a good teacher like Professor Grindelwald leaves, the chances of finding a suitable teacher are certainly not high, you don't have to guess right." ”

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, such keen observation and prescient analysis were indeed very similar to Grindelwald.

"I'll write to him, but it might take a week to prepare, and he's a little out of his mind right now."

"Then I'll take the time to go to Cairngorm, can Fox lend me a bit, Professor?"

"You're going to find Fenrir Greyback?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slightly, the last werewolf attack had happened in Scotland, and the Cairngorms were the most likely location for Fenrir.

"Well, it's kind of an explanation to Professor Lupin, I need to let Hagrid accompany me, so it's safer."

Harry smiled, although he likes adventure and hunting, but the old hunter does not fight unprepared battles, as the most notorious werewolf, Fenrir can not be compared with ordinary werewolves, even if it is not in the full moon, as a 'pureblood' werewolf, he is also contagious, and his wolfification is very high, even in human form, part of his body has been alienated.

"Then I can rest assured, when you're ready, just call Fawkes's name, it can be heard at any time."

"Now, I need to talk to Professor Lockhart about the breach of contract, it's not cheap to buy a whole set of his autobiography, and as a principal, I need to be responsible for the whole school."

Dumbledore, who looks like a good old man, has a dirty heart, and it is estimated that Grindelwald has been together for too long, and he is also very easy to use the crisp and neat weeding and rooting.

Harry didn't bother to care about Lockhart's disgrace, after all, it had nothing to do with him, did it.

In a world where only Lockhart was injured, everyone was having a good time.

(End of chapter)