A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At some point, Harry, Ron, and Hermione also arrived, and Hermione was still wearing that huge mask and knitted hat, but her eyes had returned to brown.

That means she's more proficient at Light Transfiguration - and, of course, possibly Madam Pomfrey's potion.

Ron grabbed Harry and Hermione, who were hiding behind a pillar. He poked his head and said, "Connelly Fudge, Lucius Malfoy, and Rita Skeeter! What day is it today, three nasty people at the same time!"

Harry asked, "Who is Connelly Fudge?"

"He's the Minister for Magic, and my dad's boss. But he's a big guy, and he looks down on my dad's job, you know, dealing with Muggle stuff and stuff, and it's never been taken seriously..." Ron muttered.

Hermione's eyes were fixed on the woman Rita Skeeter, examining her back carefully.

"That woman is Rita Skeeter? She looks pretty bad taste." Hermione complained about her outfit.

"I agree with you. I want to say that Lockhart is better than her in this regard, and it's not that she has no money... Oh, Merlin!" Ron whimpered suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"There, look over there," Ron pointed in the other direction, "and here comes Lockhart, and the four nasty bastards get together!"

Sure enough, Harry looked up and saw Gilderoy Lockhart in a gorgeous robe with a charming smile on his face, past the little wizard and towards Fudge and Lucius.

"He's like a peacock with an open screen." Ron's expression was very defiant - he was going to report to Lockhart's office tonight.

Lockhart saluted gracefully and smiled brightly. "Minister Fudge, Mr. Malfoy, it's an honor to meet you."

Fudge was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hands with a smile on his face, "Hello, Mr. Lockhart, I have read all your books, and I must admit, I have learned a lot..."

Lockhart said modestly, "I just did what I was supposed to do, Minister, and I can't turn a blind eye to the poor man in trouble."

Fudge said with an emotional expression: "There are not many adventurers with a sense of responsibility like you."

Lockhart wanted to say something more, but Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile: "Fudge, let's look at the monster in the Chamber of Secrets first." He waved his wand and made the invisible protective barrier around the basilisk disappear. .

"Oh, Dumbledore, yes, that's right." Fudge squeezed the top hat on his hand, turned around, and ordered the tall, dark-skinned man next to him: "Kingsley, you go check."

The man named Kingsley took a few steps over the railing and walked to the basilisk. Wearing a pair of dragonskin gloves, he carefully examined the basilisk's remains.

Felix didn't step forward, he saw a familiar figure, the Ravenclaw witch named Luna.

He paced over and stood beside her, "Luna."

"I love your gift, Professor Hepp." She said in a singing voice, her eyes fixed on Rita Skeeter's jeweled glasses, "I don't think she has a good memory."

"Why do you say that?"

"She regretted leaving something important at home," Luna said.

Felix looked at Rita Skeeter, who kept directing his assistants to take pictures. He was noncommittal.

"Have you made friends with that little girl with flaming hair?"

Luna gave him a surprised look. "We're already friends." She said thoughtfully, "I think the cock doll I gave her played a big role."

"Really!" Felix smacked his lips.

It didn't take long for Kingsley to report to Fudge: "Minister, it is confirmed that it is a basilisk, and there is no danger."

"Very well, Kingsley." Fudge was about to take a closer look at the basilisk, but before he could take a step, he was stopped by Rita Skeeter's voice.

"Secretary Fudge, I think we should take a picture together for the front page tomorrow," Skeeter said with a smile.

"Oh, of course no problem."

Several adults present stood in a row, Rita Skeeter rushed over and dragged Lockhart, who had seized the center position, to one side, "This is your position!"

Lockhart reluctantly stood on the edge.

"Professor Flitwick?"

Flitwick waved his hand and stepped aside.

"Crack!" A shutter sounded, and the photo was frozen.

Fudge, Dumbledore, Malfoy, Professor McGonagall, Kingsley stand together with a giant basilisk in the background.

After completing today's task, a few people stood beside the basilisk, Fudge took a few steps forward, held his stomach, and carefully observed the basilisk, "It's this thing that has been at Hogwarts for thousands of years, how does it hide itself? found?"

Professor McGonagall explained: "Through the pipes all over Hogwarts - the school has undergone several renovations, the inside is so dense with pipes that few people have been able to get the full picture, and it has never been thoroughly checked."

Fudge didn't speak, and whispered with Lucius on the side.

Lockhart also came over, and he looked at the basilisk. "It doesn't seem to be difficult to solve. I once encountered a water monster that could fill half a lake." He tapped with the wand in his hand. Basilisk's fangs, just about to say a wit, but the wand in his hand immediately made a "sizzle" sound, "Oh, my God!" He swung his wand frantically.

The little wizards who were watching on the side quickly retreated a dozen meters with great foresight, as if they were fleeing from the desert.

But the Minister of Magic, who was looking down at the basilisk's head, suffered, and a drop of saliva and venom was thrown on Fudge's face, causing him to let out an earth-shattering scream.

Lucius Malfoy quickly erected a magical barrier and watched the farce with a cold eye. He kept the magic and stepped back, but just two steps back, he was blocked by a ring of golden light.

Felix didn't know when he raised his wand, "Little wizards, back off."

Several professors are doing the same thing. The protection magic of Flitwick, McGonagall, and Dumbledore makes the center of the courtyard colorful.

Hagrid stretched out his big fan-like hand, lifted the fallen wizard one by one, and pushed them away.

But Lucius was the closest to Fudge and Lockhart. He was separated by layers of magic, and a drop of venom mixed with saliva was thrown on his armor spell, "ZZZZZZZZZZZ" ' sound.

He yelled, pale, "Stop, you idiot!"

Lockhart flicked his wand a few times before realizing what he had done. He stood in front of Fudge in a panic, trying to do something, "Oh, Minister Fudge, sorry!"

But Fudge's screams got louder and louder, his face became dark, and the range expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scene was like a mess.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore shouted. He dispelled the magic that was blocking his way. He stepped forward a few steps and pressed his wand against Fudge's face. The black marks stopped.

Dumbledore took a careful look. "Further treatment is needed, Fudge, I'm taking you to the school hospital."

"No, send me to St. Mungo's! My face is ruined! Gilderoy Lockhart, I'm going to put you in Azkaban#￥%\u0026amp;...#\u0026amp;...#" Fudge said Spit out a series of dirty words.

"Oh, my God." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and stared at Fudge in a frenzy, fighting the urge to give him a stun spell. Finally, the Transfiguration professor yelled at the little wizards around him: "You, all the little wizards! Get out of here and go to class!"

The little wizards scattered as birds and beasts.

Rita Skeeter grabbed the camera excitedly and kept pressing the shutter like crazy, her mouth wide open, her two huge golden teeth gleaming in the sun.

"Look at that woman, I can see her back molars!" said Ron, who was hiding by the courtyard pillar, pointing at Rita Skeeter. "She's got big news today!"