A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Rita Skeeter hurriedly stopped the three little wizards who were probing their brains, "Do you know where Professor Lockhart's office is, I have something to do with him." She gave them a stiff smile, but her mind was already flew far away.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at her in a daze, why did this woman come back?

Hermione didn't answer, just looked at Rita Skeeter angrily. But when Ron saw her eyes turn to Harry, he quickly said, "Next to Classroom 2 in the basement."

Rita Skeeter left with satisfaction. She was still a little weird as she walked on the road, and the girl looked at her in a way that was not friendly.

But mind her! It's not a celebrity anyway, otherwise I could have written her into the article!

"Ron!" Hermione looked puffed up.

"Listen to me, don't let Harry get on that woman, she'll turn up eighteen generations of Harry's ancestors," Ron explained.

The little witch was a little relieved, and Harry realized that he seemed to have just walked through the whirlpool and was safe.

...

In a dark underground corridor, the figure of Rita Skeeter disappeared for a few seconds, and then, out of the darkness, a beetle flew out, flapping its wings, skillfully flying to the side of the underground No. 2 classroom.

The beetle hovered in mid-air for a few seconds, anthropomorphically staring at the door number of "Defense Against the Dark Arts - Gilderoy Lockhart", and it quietly burrowed in through the crack of the door.

Lockhart was circling in circles in his office, his expression a little exasperated. Even the row of portraits hanging on the wall became frowning.

The beetle landed on the edge of a portrait, looking down at him condescendingly.

"damn it#%\u0026……"

Lockhart lost his former grace and kept rubbing his hair with his hands, the blond curls becoming more and more messy.

"Maybe I can do something like I used to be, I'm very good at it, good enough..."

Lockhart muttered to himself to a life-size portrait of himself, in which Lockhart gave him a thumbs up, showing a mouth full of white teeth.

"But what about the attack on the Minister of Magic? God, this is ridiculous, it was just an accident, an accident! I'm not going to let anyone frame me casually, even if he's the Minister of Magic!"

"I'm not easy to mess with, I have a huge readership, and they'll all support me."

Lockhart thought for a while that he should not be imprisoned in Azkaban, which made him feel better.

"But if my readers know I'm lying to them..." He shuddered.

Everything seems to be back to the beginning, how should I solve the troubles of this woman Rita Skeeter.

Lockhart became irritable again, and he felt that he should not be greedy for new book sales, and agreed to Dumbledore to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Old liar!"

After a while, Lockhart sat in his chair and took out a piece of parchment, writing quickly.

The beetle spread its wings and quietly approached from the other side. It landed near a stack of published books, crawled over a crisp white velvet handkerchief, and hid behind a delicate mug.

This position is just right to see the text written by Lockhart.

"Ms. Rita Skeeter, I am in a calm mood..." After writing a few words, Lockhart suddenly crumpled the parchment and slammed it out.

The ball of paper knocked over the mug on the table, revealing the beetle hiding behind it.

For a second or two, Lockhart and the beetle looked at each other's little eyes, and there was a great sense of absurdity in his heart - the lines on his body were exactly the same as that of Rita Skeeter's woman's jeweled glasses!

"Why is there such a disgusting thing in my room?"

Under his watch, the beetle slid away quickly.

But Lockhart didn't think much about it. He picked up a stack of student homework and slapped it hard.

"Snapped!"

But the beetle did nothing, and ran even more happily, crawling to the edge of the table, flapping its wings, and swiftly moving away from Lockhart.

"Hey, I can't believe it!" Lockhart chased after the nasty beetle.

After the beetle dodged a few times, it was knocked to the ground by Lockhart, and he stepped on it—

It was finally resolved, and his depressed mood was relieved a lot.

Wait, this feeling of feet...

Lockhart quickly realized that something was wrong. The soles of his feet began to burst with dazzling light. His feet were propped up and pushed away involuntarily. A woman's head appeared, and soon her limbs also stretched out.

He was dumbfounded, and the beetle under his feet turned into a woman, a hateful woman named Rita Skeeter!

"Rita Skeeter! You, you, you!" Lockhart was stunned, his foot still on her shoulder. He backed away in horror and slammed hard against the table.

Rita Skeeter was lying on the ground with an embarrassed look on her face. She never expected the situation to develop to this point.

Lockhart, this scumbag, has no chance of being met by him. What kind of luck is this!

Over the years, he has peeped into countless secrets, and now he is going to be planted in the hands of an idiot?

Did he discriminate against beetles? !

On the other side, Lockhart looked suspicious, his hands rubbed back, his wand on the table...

He stalled: "Rita Skeeter! I didn't expect you to be an Animagus, my God! You're an illegal Animagus, sneaking into my room and peeping..." He Reflexively grab the wand!

With the wand in hand, he was already winning.

But by the time he turned around, Rita Skeeter was already rushing up, baring her teeth.

"Boom!"

Skeeter's fat body slammed into Lockhart, causing him to let out a cry of pain. The two scuffled together, and the portrait of Lockhart on the wall screamed in unison.

"Go away!" Lockhart struggled desperately.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Rita Skeeter had the upper hand because of her size. She suppressed Lockhart with one hand and pulled her wand from her pocket with the other. The tip of the wand was pressed hard against his forehead, and she chanted a spell frantically.

"Forget it all!"

After a moment, Lockhart's expression became blank.

When he came to his senses, Lockhart felt himself a little confused, "Well, what am I thinking? By the way, that woman, Rita Skeeter, I'm going to write to her, and I have to promise her Otherwise, my career and reputation will be ruined."

"Merlin, trouble one after another, I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts!"

Lockhart stood up. The office had become neat and tidy again, but the characters in the portraits on the walls were sick and obviously lacking in energy.

...

On the other side, Felix chased Dumbledore to the school hospital, Dumbledore called Phoenix Fox again, the little one glanced at his master angrily, and reluctantly treated Fudge with tears. .

"Finally, there are no sequelae. If the news of the Minister of Magic being attacked at Hogwarts spreads..." Madam Pomfrey poured out a bottle of black concoction and poured it into Fudge, his cheeks turned red stand up.

"From what I know about the Minister, he wouldn't say it," Kingsley said. "But that woman named Rita Skeeter, she's a hidden danger!"

"Don't worry, I'll communicate with her," Felix said calmly, watching Fudge's face and quietly pulling a lock of his hair.

It's not that he wants to do something, it's just that the position is too right and the opportunity is too rare.

Don't smash it, just in case there is a chance to use it in the future. .