A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the following two days, the campus was calm, but there was a surging undercurrent in the dark——

Rita Skeeter's firepower was all focused on Lockhart, and after many years, the two fought in the newspapers again.

They are both well-known writers, and each has a huge readership, so their news is the most popular nowadays.

In the scraps of the newspaper, doubts about Dumbledore's inability to deal with the Chamber of Secrets attack began to appear sporadically, and Felix smelled the taste of conspiracy.

Thinking of the conversation between Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in the Chamber of Secrets, he almost realized what was going on.

It is nothing more than some pure-blooded families who launched a public opinion offensive, trying to bring down Dumbledore. But everything can only be useless, the basilisk is dead, but it has not been revealed.

Dumbledore wanted to fish and solve the problem once and for all, so let him, Felix wasn't interested in that.

In the last class before the vacation, he took the parchment that Professor McGonagall gave him and explained some precautions according to the script.

"Don't cast spells outside of school, and don't bring home teaching aids, you know what I mean."

The little wizards below laughed.

At noon, when Felix walked into the auditorium, he was surprised to see Lockhart standing in the doorway. He was about to pretend he didn't see it, but Lockhart grabbed him.

"Professor Lockhart?" He had to stop.

Lockhart said to him uneasily, "Professor Hepp, we need to talk."

The two walked into the dark corner in front of the hall.

"Professor Haip, for the sake of our colleagues, you have to help me. That woman in Skeeter is driving me crazy!"

Felix asked curiously, "What's going on?"

"That woman was spreading rumors in the newspapers and desperately trying to discredit me. She slandered me by saying that my adventures were fake, oh my god! What a ridiculous statement!"

Felix looked at him strangely.

"Yeah, you think it's outrageous too, don't you? You can't doubt me just because I have a good appearance, I didn't exorcise Wan Lun's female ghost with a smile!" He cleared his throat angrily.

"Professor Lockhart," Felix interrupted, "please state your intentions directly."

"Oh, ah... well, it's like this—" his tone became hesitant, "I don't think the quarrel between me and that woman needs to take up public resources. Maybe we can communicate privately... Negotiate a solution..."

"But what does that have to do with me?"

"Come on, Professor Hepp. I know what that woman is like. She won't let you go lightly. In her mind, you are the perfect news material!" Lockhart said shrewdly. Say, what big person did you use to greet her..."

Felix thought to himself, you are really talented, you can think of this.

He declined and said: "I'm not familiar with her, but I accidentally heard Principal Dumbledore mention that around the holidays, the school will announce a big news, and some reporters will be invited to participate at that time, maybe she will come too."

"Really?" Lockhart's eyes lit up, "I need to talk to Dumbledore...Thank you very much, Professor Hepp, if you have any needs in the future, come to me, I heard that you are interested in ancient magic There is research, and I happen to have some knowledge in this area.”

"Let's talk about it," Felix said sullenly.

Lockhart paid no attention to his attitude, and he bid his farewell cheerfully, apparently going straight to Dumbledore.

"By the way, Professor Lockhart, I heard about your wand..." He wanted to know if Dumbledore had removed the smell when he handed it over.

He was very curious about it.

"Oh, you know it too, it's really bad behavior. If you want me to say, it's light for him to be locked up for a month... That reckless Weatherby."

On the other end, Ron hurried back to the common room.

"You shouldn't have stopped me, Harry—" said Ron, who had just had another fight with Percy.

Harry was unhappy. They had solved the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, but at Dumbledore's request, they had to endure for a few days and postpone the honor until the new semester began.

This made his situation not much improved, and even Ron was carrying a confinement on his back.

But Harry still advised Ron to say, "Let's open up, if all goes well, after Christmas, we can let Malfoy get the punishment he deserves, and then all the troubles will be solved together!"

His words made Ron feel better. "That's right, I wish Christmas came sooner."

Immediately, he said brightly, "Harry, that is a special contribution award. No one in our family has won it, not even Bill! When I get the trophy, I will definitely slap it in Percy's face."

On the other side of the table, Hermione had been writing and drawing on the parchment, not participating in their discussion.

"Hermione, what are you doing?"

Hermione looked up from the parchment, and she sighed, "I'm planning a makeover for the beaded pouch, alas, it's too hard."

Harry asked her with interest, "Is that the little bag that lets out the devil's vine?"

"Yes, the basilisk did some damage to it in the back room, and I applied with Professor Hepp to allow me to do the repair work on my own. But it was a lot more troublesome than I thought, even though I watched the professor go from scratch to Made by the tail..."

Harry couldn't help but ask a few more questions. The little witch enthusiastically introduced the basic concepts of ancient Rune to the two of them. Harry and Ron were dizzy when they heard it.

In the evening, Felix took out his diary and wrote and drew on it again.

"Hagrid was taken away, I don't know if I did it right." Felix wrote, of course, this was a hoax, and he cleaned up the prepared Christmas gifts in the afternoon, including Hagrid's.

A string of handwritings appeared on the diary, "You are doing the right thing, trust me, the attack will definitely stop, and you are the biggest hero."

Felix said "unmoved", "I will not easily believe what you say, I will always be vigilant!"

"Of course, if the attack happens again, you can completely hand me over," the diary wrote.

Felix turned his pen, "I'm curious, how were you made? You know, your carrier is just an ordinary book, but it carries a memory for half a century!"

The diary does not reject this question, on the contrary, he welcomes it very much. Let's talk, open your heart to me...

A stream of fluent words quickly poured down the page, "That involves very deep magic, and if you're interested, I'll tell you everything I know."

Therefore, one person, one diary started to communicate in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

At first, they discussed relatively superficial areas, but after Felix pointed out his mistakes several times, the diary had to come up with more advanced content, but he was also quite cunning, and many key points were deduced” I didn't inject this part of the information back then."

That night, Felix gained some skills for storing memories on regular items, and some fur knowledge of bloodline research.

At the end of the exchange, the diary strongly recommended him a "soul-relaxing technique", which he swears by saying that this technique has the effect of increasing magic power...

After Felix locked the diary, he couldn't help but say, I believe in you.