A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"It's so exciting! I never dreamed that there would be such a plot." Fred and George muttered, they took a detour to hide in the grass, and spied the movement here through the gap.

Dumbledore took Fudge's hand: "Don't worry, Fudge, you'll be fine."

"You promise? Dumbledore?" Half of his face went dark.

"I promise you, Fudge."

Fudge's expression softened, and he fell asleep.

Dumbledore withdrew his glowing fingers and turned to look at Kingsley: "We need to take him to the school hospital."

"But Minister Fudge said..."

"The basilisk's poison needs to be dealt with as soon as possible," said Dumbledore.

The man named Kingsley quickly compromised, "Everything is up to you."

Dumbledore turned to Flitwick and McGonagall and said, "Felius, Minerva, you stay here, maintain order, and get the basilisk away." The two professors nodded.

Hagrid volunteered to pick up Fudge and strode towards the school hospital with Dumbledore and Kingsley.

Lucius took advantage of the chaos to leave, and he found his son Draco Malfoy.

"What's the truth about the Chamber of Secrets?" Lucius asked him.

"It's Potter and the others! Dad, Potter is a Parseltongue, and that's why he discovered the secret room!" Draco said with a displeased expression.

"Parseltongue!" Lucius was really surprised. He thought that the diary he threw to the Weasleys' youngest daughter was discovered.

"Did you find out who opened the secret room?" Lucius asked vaguely.

"No, not yet." Draco stammered, giving his father a frightened look. He didn't say anything about his brief time with black magic items.

"Really?" Lucius didn't notice this little gesture, and his expression became inscrutable.

...

Rita Skeeter wanted to follow up to film the horror of the Minister of Magic, but she looked at Lockhart at the scene again, and after some weighing, she quickly identified the real target.

Colleagues are enemies, we must engage him!

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Lockhart covered his face in confusion: "Hey, stop it! Stop it!"

Rita Skeeter, however, was even more motivated, and her creative desire is now overwhelming, but unfortunately, because of scruples, she did not bring automatic quills and parchment.

She took a peek at Felix, who watched it all in silence.

This reassured Rita Skeeter, it seemed that 'this' didn't care about anyone else. Next time you have the opportunity to come to Hogwarts, you must be well prepared.

"My God, Professor McGonagall must be pissed off," said Hermione, hiding behind a huge courtyard column, her face almost contorted as Harry and Ron looked at their Transfiguration professor.

The situation has progressed to the scene where Lockhart rushes over to snatch the camera with Skeeter, but it seems that Lockhart is no match for her physical strength alone, and Skeeter's two-inch fingernails scratch his face ten times. Several scars.

"My handsome face!" Lockhart was going crazy.

Professor McGonagall had to step forward to separate the two, her lips trembling with anger, "Professor Lockhart, please get out of here immediately! As for you..." She looked at Rita Skeeter in disgust.

"Oh, you don't mind me, Professor McGonagall," Rita Skeeter said cheekily. "I'm just wandering around. I haven't been back to school in years, and I really miss it."

"As you like." McGonagall ignored her for the time being. She cooperated with Professor Flitwick and dragged the basilisk away.

Felix looked left and right, and Lockhart looked like an angry bull, and he didn't want to get involved. He turned and walked towards the school hospital.

After a while, Lockhart completely calmed down. He suddenly realized that he was facing an unprecedented crisis. He adjusted his messy hair and said to Rita Skeeter: "Skeet, we need to talk , one-on-one."

The woman glanced at him proudly. She took the biggest gain of this time, the magic camera, and handed it to her two assistants, "Take care of it, you stay away."

The two assistants left, and at this moment, only Lockhart and Skeeter remained in the open space.

Secretly, the twins and the trio held their breath.

Rita Skeeter gave Lockhart a disdainful glance, and she grinned in a victorious manner. "What are you going to talk to me about? I don't think it's necessary—"

"The best-selling author of all time!"

Lockhart's handsome face became contorted, but he looked around and whispered, "We don't need to make trouble like this, I can give you Kim Galleon as compensation, as long as you don't say a word about it. ."

Rita Skeeter glanced at him.

"Two thousand Galleons!" said Lockhart painfully.

no respond.

"four thousand!"

"Ten thousand Galleons! You greedy woman!"

Rita Skeeter showed a stiff smile, but she still didn't let go. She leaned in and said, "Lockhart, you can go back and think about it first, and figure out a question, how much is the reputation of a great writer worth? ."

"—and," she fiddled with her fingernails, "think about how to clear the charge of attacking the Minister of Magic first."

"That was just an accident!" Lockhart looked at her through gritted teeth, but the woman had left satisfied.

Holding the wand in his hand, he tried to do something several times, but finally gave up. He returned to his office dejectedly.

The lively courtyard has regained its calm again.

The twins looked at each other and left quietly. Behind a pillar, the three Harry looked at each other.

"Dirty money deals!" Hermione was indignant.

Ron shrugged. "It's normal. When my father went to check on Malfoy Manor, he got the news in advance. What do you think it was?"

Looking at the direction Lockhart was leaving, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Lockhart will be put in jail?"

Ron said without hesitation, "No, but if I'm Fudge, I mean, as Minister for Magic, I can't afford to lose that man."

"Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

"what?"

"Everything that happened today was an accident, wasn't it? Knowing that the basilisk had been dealt with, he could have hung around unharmed for a whole year and then wrote a 'My Year at Hogwarts' or something like that. book and make a fortune of Galleons."

"You mean, the Curse of the Mysterious Man?" Ron responded.

Hermione blinked, and she said with great interest, "Quite interesting thought, Harry, maybe the real face of the curse is to magnify the odds of all kinds of accidents. We can check it out."

Ron grimaced, "Hermione, don't you think you've been too busy lately? I'll do the math for you, take classes, do homework, teach runescapes on weekends, mark exam papers, learn special Transfiguration, and now you have to study curse……"

Hermione snorted, and she asked back, "Don't you think it's a very fulfilling thing to solve a puzzle?"

...

On the other side, Rita Skeeter, who was looking at the scenery slowly, suddenly turned back the same way after turning around the courtyard.

Her eyes kept searching, and Lockhart was moving so fast that she had lost his shadow. But she soon found a turning point—

"Hey, the three of you! Little wizards, stop."

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