Harry Potter Raven's Claw

In the kitchen of Hogwarts, Mike and Franklin are waiting for Lockhart to arrive. The table in front of them is filled with all kinds of exquisite delicacies, and the house elf clothes hanger beside them is still serving them diligently.

I don't know how long it took, until Mike felt a little impatient when the kitchen door was finally pushed open.

Lockhart hurried into the kitchen and said with a smile: "Sorry, I was blocked by my Hufflepuff fans when I passed the door of the Hufflepuff lounge. I wanted to sign autographs for them, so I was delayed.

Take some time.”

Lockhart's smile froze on his face the moment he saw Franklin. He looked at Mike doubtfully, as if asking him why there was anyone else here besides them.

Mike naturally understood what he meant and said expressionlessly: "Franklin is a good friend of mine. He came here because he was worried about my safety. Don't worry, he has a very strict mouth. You don't have to worry about him bringing us here today."

The conversation was leaked."

Lockhart struggled for a while, but finally made up his mind and sat on the chair pulled out for him by the house elf. The smile on his face did not diminish and he said: "You are joking about Mike, of course I believe Franklin, he is a good boy.

, I’ve always thought so.”

Franklin heard Lockhart's words and made a covert motion of vomiting.

At this time, the house elf Coathanger also brought a plate and served Lockhart a dish. It was something that looked like cheese toast bread with eggs baked in the oven. He looked at the clotheshanger's cautious expression as he carried it.

, this piece of bread should not be simple.

Lockhart's eyes lit up when he saw this dish. He quickly tied a napkin on himself, cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Yeah! Welsh rabbit, a rare delicacy!" Lockhart said intoxicatedly, "This was my favorite dish when I was at Hogwarts. After graduation, I also tasted Welsh rabbit from many places, but none of them tasted as good as the Welsh rabbit.

The food in Gwarts is delicious, and I have to say that the house elves at Hogwarts are really good at cooking."

The hanger swayed excitedly after hearing Lockhart's praise.

"Isn't this the deluxe version of cheese toast?" Franklin whispered to Mike, "Is it that exaggerated?"

Mike shook his head in confusion and did not reply. He just picked up the juice in front of him and took a sip.

Lockhart saw a trace of embarrassment on his face when no one responded to him. But his rich experience of making fools of himself made him quickly adjust his expression.

"Mike, do you know why I agreed to Professor Dumbledore's invitation to come to Hogwarts to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

When Mike saw that Lockhart was still going around in circles, he decided not to save face for him. After a moment of reflection and thinking that Lockhart had set this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook as the entire series of novels written by him, he had the answer in his mind.

"Hmm~, I think you may be selling your novels. You know that almost every little wizard in Hogwarts has bought a set of your books. You should have made a lot of money, right?"

Franklin on the side chuckled when he heard Mike's answer.

"Why do you think so? I came to Hogwarts to prepare for my new novel!" Lockhart's face darkened. "I know that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cursed by a mysterious man, but in

When I received the invitation from Dumbledore, I agreed without hesitation, because my desire for inspiration suppressed my fear of mysterious people!

And Hogwarts did not disappoint me. Returning to Hogwarts after so many years felt like a miracle, and my inspiration continued to explode!

Especially your experience, Mike. Your experience with this year's basilisk incident is like the protagonist of a novel. So I wanted to conduct an interview with you about the snake eradication operation so that I can write about it in my new book.

In the novel.”

After Lockhart finished speaking this long paragraph at once, he picked up the cup on the table and drank the juice in one gulp. Then, as if he was afraid that Mike would not agree, he continued:

"I decided to use a new perspective for this new book, changing my previous writing style of using the first person. This time I will write the book in the third person. Mike, you will be the protagonist of this book!

And I, Gilderoy Lockhart! will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, giving you full help in your confrontation with the basilisk. I plan to call this book "The Thousand-Year Basilisk"

end"!"

After listening to Lockhart's story quietly, Mike became wary. Having read the original novel, he knew that Lockhart was a memory thief.

His novels are all about stealing other people's experiences. After tricking others into telling them about their magical experiences, he then gives them a modified version of "Forget It All" to make them forget their own experiences, and then Loha

He took it as his own.

After thinking about it for a while, Mike decided to boldly test it out. According to the original book, Lockhart's strength is not very strong. Lockhart should not be his opponent when he is vigilant, let alone the people around him.

There are a group of house elves watching.

And if Lockhart is really the heir, then he will make a lot of money this time.

The blackthorn wood wand appeared in his hand, and Mike adjusted his sitting position slightly so that he could use his armor to protect himself at any time to deflect any incoming oblivion spells.

"Professor Lockhart, I can agree to your request." Mike smiled, "But at the same time, I have always had a question that I would like you to answer for me."

When Lockhart saw that Mac had agreed, he immediately beamed with joy and said yes.

"I have read your autobiographical novels, in which you described yourself as a powerful wizard who is almost omnipotent." Mac paused, "But based on my contact with you in the past few months,

You don’t seem to be as powerful as written in the book, why is that?”

Lockhart's face froze when he heard this, and he stammered: "This...I am conserving my strength. If I show my sharpness, I'm afraid I will scare you little wizards."

"Oh? If that's the case, why didn't you stand up and defeat the basilisk when the basilisk was rampant in Hogwarts?" Mike mocked, "Besides, I heard that you were studying for Gryffindor.

In the first class, a cage of Cornish elves was released. As a result, the situation seemed to be out of control, and you seemed to be unable to handle such a group of elves, and you were so scared that you hid under the table."

Franklin couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

The expression on Lockhart's face kept changing from blue to purple. He took a few deep breaths and then said angrily: "This is simply slander! I just wanted to give those students a chance to deal with emergencies independently."

The chance of an incident! If I take action, all those damn little beasts will die in an instant!"

Mike looked at Lockhart with a half-smile, his expression clearly showed that he didn't believe what he said.