After the young wizards had all left the classroom, Lockhart couldn't help but wave his fist and rushed back to the office eagerly, opening the diary.

"Tom! We did it! It worked! The students enjoyed the lesson very much. ”

Tom in the diary smiled reservedly, I'm the great Voldemort, you scum clown.

"Sure enough, I'm the great Lockhart! If I think about it a little, I can turn the tide in no time! ”

Tom froze, and then anger burned all over his body.

You. Think about it a little? Didn't I come up with the plan?

The young Voldemort's anger trembled, and even the diary trembled slightly.

Lockhart laughed: "Tom, you see how happy you are, don't worship me so much!" ”

Ah————————————!!!!h

There are such despicable people! The atmosphere in the wizarding world is too bad! Tom was no longer angry, but furious, and he frantically destroyed the mind hut in the diary.

It wasn't until everything in front of him was blown to pieces that he calmed his anger a little, and looked at the words that Lockhart continued to write

"For all my wisdom, I'm glad to let others show me, and I'm not shy about instructing them—Tom, my admirer, do you have any plans you need my help instructing?"

I adore you *********** (British sweary)

Lockhart almost made Voldemort go on a rampage again with just one sentence, but Tom was Tom after all, and he quickly controlled his emotions.

And with a vicious smile, he sent his own plan - and his real plan.

"Venerable Sir Lockhart, I do have an immature plan, and I would like you to give me some advice.

After all, those magical dark creatures can only maintain interest for a while, and I think that as a defense against the dark arts class, it will eventually come back to how to defend against the dark arts, which is spells. ”

Lockhart's smile stiffened on his face, he scratched his shiny blonde hair in annoyance, and the portrait on the wall held his head with the same expression.

"Tom. You're right, but there's a small surprise here, because I'm obsessed with spreading my writings and contributing my work to the wizarding world.

As a result, I may not have as much time to spend with spells as you might think. ”

"It's a nuisance. But your contribution to the wizarding world shouldn't be buried. ”

"That's right, that's it!" Lockhart thinks that Tom is his closest friend, which is really rare, how can anyone understand him so well?

Tom's smile grew more and more vicious and evil, but the words that emerged became more and more respectful:

"Dear Sir Lockhart, I have a spell that I got from the ruins during a trip, this magic is very rare, and it is also very powerful, and it can effectively increase the user's magic level."

Tom faithfully plays his role as a wandering wizard who encounters danger during an adventure and has no choice but to use the magic he has learned in the ruins to transfer his consciousness to the unlucky ones in the diary.

Lockhart was tempted, and after all this time, especially after Tom helped him reverse the bad impression of the little wizard in class, his trust in him had increased considerably.

"Oh? Is it? ”

In the office, Lockhart loses track of time and is immersed in communicating with Tom.

In just one lesson, the magical 'dark creatures of the East' Zombie spread among the young wizards.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class immediately became a class that many young wizards were looking forward to, and many people came to Zhang Xiao to ask some strange questions.

For example - can Zombie have children.

Zhang Xiao was so annoyed that in the end she could only hide in the room where she needed to find clean.

Recently, he has found a new way to relax – painting.

The painting room conjured up by the Bing Room is very convenient, and there is no need to prepare materials, and there are a lot of painting books.

Including the kind of moving portraits that Zhang Xiao is very interested in, just like AI, it can not only chat, but also memory, and can also help monitor and transmit messages.

If you draw 100 paintings.

It's just that this idea soon came to naught, because it's good to say that this portrait wants to move, although the price is quite expensive, but money is not a problem for Zhang Xiao at all.

The problem is that the kind of portrait painting in the headmaster's office has very demanding conditions, except that it requires a very high degree of memory magic and a great deal of power.

There is also a pigment that is very scarce in production, which is why only people who have made great contributions or who have been headmasters of Hogwarts have portraits.

Many of the Ministers of Magic don't even have portraits - because memory magic isn't good enough.

The days passed quickly.

Although the young wizards are eager to hear what else Lockhart can come up with, unfortunately, this question can only be solved until the next semester.

Because Christmas is coming.

In the circular Headmaster's room, Dumbledore sat in his high-backed chair, on which a pot-bellied silverware was spewing puffs of smoke from its thin spout.

The portraits seem to be asleep, and they pose as if they were painted, which is the best action to rest.

But the occasional blinking of the eye shows that many 'people' are not sleeping.

In the smoke appeared a thin old man—he was so thin that it was as if there was only a layer of skin on the outside of his bones, and his eyes were cloudy and seemed to be unable to see anything, but there was light.

At the moment he was talking: "- Albus, it's difficult, it's hard to do, it's not one two, three or four

Rather, hundreds! ”

Dumbledore's slender fingers tapped on the tabletop, making a rhythmic 'tuk-tuk' sound, and his eyes were a little out of focus:

"yes, Nicol, I know it's hard, Tom's Dark Mark is a great idea—we just can't use it."

Nicolemel sighed: "Albus, we have discussed this topic for a long time, it is black magic, and the user will suffer intense pain, and that pain is the most important thing to achieve the position.

There's no way we're going to let the little wizard bear this kind of pain, the only thing I can think of about the distress locator you call for help is something like a two-way mirror.

Man, you know how difficult it is to make a two-way mirror - hundreds of pairs of two-way mirrors, it's a fantasy! ”

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then shook his head with a soft laugh:

"Nicol, there's always a way, it's just a tool for the little wizards to have access to the professors at any time, and I think we can even go and see if the Muggles have anything new.

By the way, what I asked you to do last time—"

Nicol Lemay cried out:

"Oh, please! I'm an old man who is nearing the end of my life, and you asked me to make such a complicated thing before I died, Albus, it's really a bad thing to know you! ”

He looked at the smile on Dumbledore's face, and could only sigh and mutter:

"Okay, okay, I'll mail it to you, is it really appropriate to give such a complicated thing as a gift to a second-year wizard?"

Dumbledore finally smiled briskly, he nodded, and said softly:

"I believe he has the ability. After all, this kid is the best Slytherin I've ever met—a hundred times better than Tom! ”

Nicolame was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Well, another 'Dumbledore's favorite student'!" ”

Dumbledore ended the call cleanly.

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1. Recommended ticket 2. Commuter pass

People are numb, four people in the family have diarrhea, and there is no choice but to ask for leave to come back to take care of them.

(End of chapter)