A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The small silver tube at the top spurted out wisps of silvery white smoke, gathering and swirling in the air... Dumbledore looked at the light smoke and nodded slowly. Another tap with the wand and the instrument stopped.

"Severus, I'm afraid there is a fragment of Tom's soul left in Harry's body." Dumbledore said cautiously.

The wall behind his desk was filled with magic books about Horcruxes. In order to figure out what Voldemort did back then, Dumbledore conducted extensive research in this area.

Unfortunately for him, Voldemort's death in Godric's Hollow might have triggered a Horcrux-making ritual. If his speculation was true, then Tom himself didn't know that his soul fragment was attached to Harry.

"What! Why is this happening!" Snape grabbed the table in surprise, his expression even a little out of control.

The last thing he wanted to see came true. It was indeed because of Voldemort that Harry learned Parseltongue. Now that child carries the shadows of the two men he hates most. Voldemort and James Potter.

"Albus, you must have a solution! Right?" Snape asked, anxiety in his voice.

"Don't be anxious, Severus. I need time to study this problem. For now, Harry only knows Parseltongue, he is still who he is." Dumbledore patted Snape on the shoulder and continued.

"Don't tell Harry about this first. He is still too young. Knowing that Voldemort's soul is in his body may cause great trouble to him."

"Is there a way to separate the soul fragments?" Snape's eyes were full of hope, and Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Dumbledore pondered for a while, "Maybe we can find other ways. If there is a chance, I will talk to the child again. He doesn't know all this yet, and we need to help him build a defense against the invasion of darkness. Line of defense.”

"Snape, this requires a process and cannot be rushed." Dumbledore was also troubled by this situation. He did not even tell Snape that Harry might be Voldemort's living Horcrux.

"Harry is a brave and kind boy. I believe he will not be corrupted by dark magic."

"I hope so." Snape still had doubts, but he trusted Dumbledore's judgment.

The two discussed until late at night, working out various plans to protect Harry and guide his growth. They thought of various specific measures to monitor and protect Harry, which had to prevent him from being negatively affected but also not make him feel imprisoned. This requires great wisdom.

In the school, as Lockhart spread the word, everyone knew about his heroic deeds.

The hero's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor used his own magic to fight off the basilisk. Lockhart put the basilisk's eyeball in a bottle and displayed it like a proud cock to everyone.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Sir Merlin... I personally severely wounded the Basilisk, causing it to lose an eye." Lockhart showed a bright smile and showed Rita the snake eye in the bottle.

"Professor Lockhart, why can you look directly into the basilisk's death eyes? Is it because of these protective glasses?" Rita was invited to Hogwarts, and she looked at the great hero in front of her with a smile.

In order to create more exposure, Lockhart specially invited Rita from the Daily Prophet to give him an exclusive interview. They sat in a beautifully landscaped courtyard, where a giant self-portrait was installed. His fans gathered around the two men, discussing Lockhart's bravery and fearlessness.

"No, of course it wasn't because of the glasses." Lockhart denied flatly. "I didn't wear protective glasses at the time. For the sake of the students, I didn't consider any safety measures at the time, nor did I consider the consequences of doing so."

Rita's quill wrote furiously: The proud Lockhart is a wizard with amnesia. Perhaps too many adventures had numbed his brain and he had long lost his vigilance. He forgot his protective glasses against the basilisk's death eye and rushed out to fight the basilisk recklessly.

It was sheer luck that he survived.

Oh, the great Lockhart? No no, maybe Lockhart was just lucky. We don't know how many such lucky situations there are in his adventure stories and his thick books.

I wonder how long his good fortune will last. Maybe the next time he faces the basilisk, it will leave him... We wish him good luck, Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Rita, you can't write like this?" Lockhart hated her quill and always wrote nonsense in one go. He will never allow his good reputation to be ruined by this broken pen!

"My protective glasses have been lent to the students. That night, I showed the students dueling skills. Taught them how to protect themselves in the face of evil curses."

"This is strength." Lockhart said proudly, "A great wizard relies on his own magic power, not external equipment."

"Lent it to other students, witch?" Rita smiled brightly, better than Lockhart's.

"You? Miss Rita, I am a teacher."

"But you're single now, don't you think it's weird?"

"Strange?" Lockhart looked at Rita in confusion. What's so strange?

"A well-known scholar who is well-known in the wizarding world actually gave up the applause and cheers outside and came to teach at Hogwarts. I have learned that the salary at Hogwarts is not high.

Your year's salary may not be able to afford the coat you are wearing. Professor Lockhart, are you confused by the commotion outside? You came to Hogwarts looking for peace, and love? "

Lockhart was keenly aware that Rita was digging a hole for herself. He dared to say that once he was successfully dug into a trap, his reputation would be quickly ruined by rumors.

"Rita, we can't use those dirty thoughts to speculate on school teachers!" Lockhart said solemnly, "I have been wandering around the world these years, dueling with dark wizards, and fighting with dark creatures. I have seen too much darkness. The power is terrifying! I have helped many people, but compared to the entire magical world, it is only a small part."

"Do you think I publish books to make money? No, to help everyone. I teach everyone how to deal with household pests, how to deal with vampires and ghouls..."

"But I found that I did too little." Lockhart grabbed Rita's hand and stared at her with burning eyes. He put on a perfect smile and hoped that the reporters in front of him would be merciful to him.

"A great wizard always puts the interests of others before his own. I need to pass on my knowledge and experience to them." Lockhart stood up and waved his arms to point to the students around him.

"Headmaster Dumbledore understood my thoughts and hired me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You know, that is the approval of the greatest white wizard."

"Okay, okay. You'd better tell me how to fight off the basilisk." Rita took a deep breath. Damn it, Gilderoy actually used Dumbledore to press her down.

"Of course, this is not easy. But in order to protect the safety of the students, what does my personal life and death matter?" Lockhart began to speak eloquently. He told his "heroic deeds with excitement and emotion" ".

Rita frowned, showing little interest in Lockhart's story. Maybe Lockhart's story was exciting, but it didn't improve the newspaper's sales. She needed something more eye-catching, more explosive.

"Um...wait a minute, are you saying that the basilisk has hurt a student?" Rita's eyes lit up, "That kid named Colin, right?"

"Yes, he is over there. It was in order to prevent such harm from happening again that I bravely fought against the basilisk..."

Rita has lost interest in Lockhart. She would rather talk to the kid named Colin and discuss the safety issues at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, did not protect every student. This is worthy of her in-depth research, reasonable divergence, and then making it public.

"I will perform a magic play in the auditorium on Christmas. You are welcome to interview." Lockhart invited Rita. "It is a true story about the love between wizards and vampires."

"I'm looking forward to it." Rita looked at Lockhart's smile and smelled the same kind of smell, feeling very bored.

Rogge yawned and flipped through the new issue of the Daily Prophet. For Lockhart's heroic deeds, Rita only gave a tofu-sized piece of space to publish. Most of the entire newspaper was given to Harry and Dumbledore.

"How could she spread rumors?" Hermione looked at the newspaper dissatisfied. The woman actually said that Dumbledore was no longer able to protect Hogwarts and the students.

"Look what it says here: without Lockhart's timely intervention, the Great Hall would have been filled with corpses killed by basilisks. This is completely conjecture!"

"She was just making it up for the sake of newspaper sales." Hermione threw the newspaper aside and felt sick in her heart as she listened to the classmates around her praising Lockhart for his bravery.

"Harry, where's Ron?" Hermione noticed that Ron hadn't come to breakfast for several days.

"He...well, he's reading in the dormitory." Harry hesitated.

"Really?" Hermione stared at Harry suspiciously. Ron was reading in the dormitory? It was as unreliable as the newspaper she just read.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Harry took a deep breath and whispered carefully: "He went to Hogsmeade to buy things."

"Village! Are you violating school rules again? Only third graders can go there!" Hermione's eyes widened. He was too bold.

"Christmas is coming soon, and Ron wants to prepare some gifts for everyone. As you know, his father Arthur was sent to the Arctic Circle and can't come back for the holidays this year." Harry looked at the Christmas tree Hagrid dragged in, and an updated Serious problems are right in front of you.

In order to help Ron get the approval slip to go to the forbidden book area, he agreed to cooperate with Lockhart in the performance. Oh my god, I'm actually going to dress up as a vampire maid! This is a nightmare!

What made him even more uncomfortable was that Snape would co-star as the Vampire Queen. He now hopes to let the basilisk see him so he doesn't have to think about these things!

"Please, please don't tell the Dean," Harry begged. "I promise Ron will be back soon."

Hermione frowned: "Okay, I won't say it. But you must promise not to be so reckless again!"

Professor Kettlebo happily had two large cages brought in. His face was red from the wind and snow, and his eyes were full of joy.

The original teacher's seat in the auditorium was transformed into a stage using magic. Two cages were suspended above the stage. Tonight, a grand show will be staged. As a gift before his retirement, he will give this drama to everyone at Hogwarts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the Hogwarts Magical Drama Club's play: "Immortal Love", performed by Professor Lockhart." Kettlebo solemnly announced to everyone, and the audience burst into warm applause.

Many people had their cameras ready, and Roger pointed them at the stage to take photos of Harry and Snape dressed in women's clothing.

"Roger, please remember to give me a copy of the photo!" Daphne looked at the stage and couldn't help laughing when she thought of Harry walking awkwardly in a skirt.

"No problem." Rogge nodded and waited for the curtain on the stage to disappear.

Off the stage, Kettlebo read the narration in a deep tone: ""In a beautiful wizard village, there was a cheerful and handsome boy. His blond hair, his smile, and his voice deeply attracted everyone..."

Reading the description of Lockhart, Kettlebo felt like vomiting, but he still read the last sentence: "His name is Gilderoy."

The curtain opens, and behind it is a small village created with magic. As the music started, Lockhart jumped onto the stage wearing a shining silver robe. He spun, jumped, closed his eyes, and started with a dance.

Rogge exclaimed: "I didn't expect that our Professor Lockhart, in addition to being able to fight off the basilisk, also has such superb dancing skills."

On the stage, Lockhart performed the dance vigorously, and his exaggerated and narcissistic opening speech made many students secretly laugh. Rogge predicted that this would be a ridiculous and unforgettable performance.

"Oh, my dear good girl, come out and see me!" Lockhart called to Harry from the other side.

Hahaha……

There was cheerful laughter in the audience, and our savior, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, walked out wearing a light yellow dress with his head lowered.

Lockhart made Harry put on a white shirt and a brown waistcoat. His hair became long and was tied up with a light yellow hairband.

Malfoy pounded the table excitedly. He didn't even go home this Christmas to watch Harry's performance.

Harry looked a little shy, but overall calm. This simple and plain dress made him feel less embarrassed.

"Wow, Harry! This dress suits you so well!" Colin shouted. Harry raised his head and glared at him. Colin took the opportunity to take a frontal photo of him. What a lovely girl.

"You look so beautiful, my girl!" Lockhart said sexy words of love, but the expression on Harry's face was as murderous.

"My dear, let's go for a walk." Lockhart held Harry's hand, and the village behind him slowly changed into the wilderness.

Suddenly, several huge dark clouds floated above the stage. The strong wind was raging, and a dark figure stretched out its evil claws towards "Harley".

The audience exclaimed that Snape's role as the Vampire Queen was so terrifying. As soon as he made a move, Harry was snatched away.

"You...who are you!"

"Hmph, the Vampire Prince!" Snape directly changed his lines. Lockhart clenched his fists and cursed in his heart: If I had known better, I wouldn't have cast you as a vampire.

well!

There was a sound of regret from the audience. Everyone originally wanted to see Snape in women's clothing. Unexpectedly, it failed.

Kettlebo read appropriately: "The beloved girl was kidnapped, and Gilderoy embarked on a rescue journey."

"I, Gilderoy, will defeat the vampires! Rescue Harley!" Gilderoy stepped on the stone with one foot and made a high-pitched declaration.

Everyone on and off the stage was suppressing laughter, and this absurd performance had successfully amused everyone.

Then Professor McGonagall, playing the role of mentor, appeared. She taught Gilderoy very harshly, and Rogge even felt that the professor was seeking revenge.

"Your magic talent is so poor that you can't even use magic spells."

"Yes, but I can do it." Facing the serious McGonagall, Lockhart couldn't help but think of his school life back then.

"Okay, use Expelliarmus on it." Professor McGonagall pointed at the dummy behind her, and Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief.

"Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus..."

"It took him three times to succeed? He's so bad!" Daphne covered her stomach and collapsed laughing. With such a level of magic, can she still be our professor?

"Thankfully it was a performance, otherwise he would have made a big fool of himself."

"It's still early. Have you forgotten those two cages?"

"Ah, nothing will happen, right?" Daphne quickly took out her wand. If the two vampires were not under control, they would be in trouble.

Lockhart spent a long time working hard and demonstrated almost all the spells he knew before he barely passed Professor McGonagall's test. He wiped the sweat from his head. That's not what the script said!

"Forget it, at least it's more real." Lockhart gasped, embarking on the journey as the stage changed.

Rita snickered at Lockhart's lame spell and retracted her previous words. She was happy to accept Lockhart's invitation to the Christmas play.

"Gilderoy came to a village, and there were rumors that there were vampires here."

After Kettlebo finished speaking, Harry changed into a new outfit and re-entered the stage. He was wearing a white shirt and a black corset, and the lace on the chest made him feel very embarrassed.

Lockhart also cast a spell on the bra so that it would automatically bulge when put on. Fans' headbands were tangled in his hair, contrasting sharply with his flushed face. The exaggerated smoky makeup and red lips were painted on his face, making him really look like a girl.

As soon as he appeared on the scene, he won countless flashes. Harry raised his head angrily and looked angrily at Colin, who was looking at him.

"Harry, Harry!!" Malfoy took the lead in shouting, and the audience also cheered. Someone even turned a spoon into a flower and threw it onto the stage. Soon, the stage was filled with all kinds of flowers. It would be better if the transformation spell didn't fail.

"Wow, I didn't know Harry looked so cute dressed like this!" Daphne's eyes flashed with stars, and she turned to look at Roger.

"what?"

"Roger, can you promise me something?"

"You speak first."

"Promise me first!"

Roger stared at Daphne and shook his head in refusal.

"Oh, just promise me~" Daphne shook his hand coquettishly.

"You're not going to let me dress up like that, are you? Impossible, don't even think about it!" Rogge shook his head, refusing to agree.

"But, I think it's cuter when you dress up as a girl! Just for once, okay~"

"That's impossible. There are only zero or countless times for dressing up as a woman." Rogge dared to say that next time someone asks Harry to dress up as a woman, he will definitely not refuse as much as the first time.

While the two were talking, there was a roar on the stage. The iron cage was opened by Kettlebo.

"The brave Lockhart is about to reveal his secret." Rogge quickly picked up the camera, but Rita was below.

"Lockhart, come on! Defeat them!" Kettlebo urged from below.

Two vampires from Eastern Europe woke up in the iron cage. They hung upside down in the cage and opened their scarlet eyes.

The Great Hall became dark and deep with their appearance, Harry held the wand uneasily, and Lockhart looked pale.

My body feels a little uncomfortable and I feel dizzy and want to sleep. (3[▓▓]

I just finished typing this chapter, so I went to take a nap. If I wake up early, there will be a second chapter.