DNF Meets Harry Potter

"If he hadn't come back, why would Fox appear here? Although it didn't help at all, he has always been Professor Dumbledore's darling~..."

Carl held a few bright feathers in his hands behind his back, and said happily. That's what Naiyari snatched from Fox when she was stroking Fox just now.

A wild goose plucks its hair, and a beast leaves its skin~...

This~ is one of the few truths that the two of them have implemented in this world...

"That's really great! Now that the mastermind of the attack has also been eliminated, Hagrid should be able to return from Azkaban soon!"

Having received an affirmative answer from Carl, Harry instantly became excited.

"It's more than that... I'm afraid Lucius will also suffer this time."

Carl thought for a while, and at the same time showed a gloating expression. He guessed that the position of the school director of the Malfoy family might be lost, and Lao Deng would definitely take this opportunity to attack him.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?!"

Lockhart, who followed behind them like a dead dog, said with some fear, because he lost most of his memory, he no longer lost his previous arrogance.

"There is nothing wrong with these things, my dear master of magic. You will have a good place to go later, and the Azkaban Hotel will definitely welcome you warmly.

The attendants (dementors) there might be too excited to walk when they see you..."

Carl turned around, living up to the previous violence, and said kindly to Lockhart.

"That's good, that's good! I said I must be a master of magic!"

Hearing Carl's assurance, the big stone in Lockhart's heart fell to the ground at this moment.

On the other hand, Harry and Niyari looked at him with more pity. They all knew what kind of place Azkaban was, and it was not an exaggeration for ordinary wizards to call it hell on earth.

...

In the principal's office, Dumbledore sat at his desk and waited for them for a long time, and Hermione and Ron were also waiting anxiously. At this juncture, the two of them found out that Harry, Carl, and Nyari disappeared together like ants on a hot pot. If they hadn't met Dumbledore who had just returned and said they were fine, the two of them would have endured it now. I couldn't help rushing into the secret room.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore, long time no see~ I really don't know what those people in the school board think..."

Carl calmly dragged Lockhart into the office.

"Professor Lockhart? What are you doing here? Like McGonagall, did you come to report to Professor Dumbledore on the teaching situation during this period?

No, he seems to be a little bit out of place~..."

Ron looked at Lockhart who was being dragged by Carl, and said with a look of surprise.

"Professor Lockhart? Are you talking about me? Is Lockhart my name?" Lockhart, who walked into the principal's office, was looking at the decorations inside curiously. After hearing Hermione's words, Suddenly he came back to his senses, and then pointed at himself in surprise.

After a while, Lockhart suddenly realized that the little red-haired boy opposite him actually recognized him! So he rushed over like crazy, with the light of hope in his godless eyes again, he held Ron's hand tightly like a gay, and kept shouting: "You know me, don't you! Hurry up!" Tell me! I'm a real magician, right?!"

"Professor Dumbledore, take a look at what happened to Professor Lockhart? He seems a little delirious!" Ron was taken aback by Lockhart's strange reaction, and he tried hard to twitch Looking back at the hand tightly held by Lockhart, he didn't want it to be a futile effort, just like Dumbledore calling for help.

After all, Lockhart was in his 30s or 40s, and he was in his prime. How could Ron break free in such an agitated situation?

"Gidero~, let go of that child's hand first. Maybe you should calm down first~..."

Dumbledore crossed his hands on the desk and glanced at Carl thoughtfully, his words seemed to be magical. Lockhart's red eyes gradually became normal, and at the same time he let go of Ron's hands.

"That's right, Professor! The previous attacks were the result of Lockhart and Voldemort's collusion!"

Harry couldn't hold back at this moment, he immediately stood up, ready to report what Lockhart did to Dumbledore, and let him make the decision.

"That's right, professor, you also know that I killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets before. Tom Riddle or Voldemort lacked such a huge help as the basilisk, and chose to cooperate with Lockhart.

He was responsible for tricking the naive little wizard to help Tom Riddle revive, and as the price of the deal, Tom Riddle promised to help him regain his strength~..."

Carl thought about it and added some details.

"What?! You are such a Professor Lockhart! Why do I still admire you so much! How can you cooperate with the mysterious person and do such evil things?!"

Hearing the truth behind the attack, Hermione covered her mouth with one hand and tried not to cry out, while the other hand tremblingly pointed at Lockhart's nose, looking hopeless .

"Isn't it good to believe me earlier? It's only at this time that I regret it~..."

Seeing Hermione's whole inner world collapsing, Naiyali curled her lips and said to herself in a voice that only she could hear.

"I'll just say it! He must be a liar!" Ron said firmly after learning the truth of the matter. Since Lockhart's tricks in the first class almost completely damaged his wand, he never Don't believe him anymore.

"But~... How did he become what he is now? I don't even remember it. Could it be that Alzheimer's disease occurred decades in advance?"

Ron glanced at the somewhat demented Lockhart again, frowned slightly and then quickly stretched it out, thinking gloatingly with full of malice.

"I made a map myself that shows everyone in Hogwarts, and I caught him in the Chamber of Secrets.

He planned to tear his skin apart and use the Forgetting Curse on me to make me forget all of this, but he didn't want to hit the mirror image magic that I just released to observe the exact situation, and finally suffered the consequences..."

Of course Carl would not admit that he had erased Lockhart's memory by playing tricks, unless he had a good brain, and sometimes this old face was still needed.

Is this the reason for my amnesia? Obviously he was the protagonist of this incident, but Lockhart, like an outsider, allowed the few people in front of him to add fuel to their narratives, but he was unable to refute half a sentence due to lack of memory.

This is really a sad story~...