Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"But..." Harry still wanted to argue, and it seemed that his memory wouldn't last long if he didn't take a lesson.

"Okay, I'm sure you'll protect yourselves, right?" Lupin looked at Ron and Hermione.

"Of course!" said Ron and Hermione eagerly.

Lockhart objected dissatisfiedly: "How can we let these children take risks? Isn't it just to protect them?"

"Gidro, they are not too young, they can't always stay under our protection," Lupin advised, "and I don't think there is any danger in this matter tonight, the mysterious man should not go to the magic in person It would be too dangerous for him, he would never risk it."

"Professor, we will protect ourselves~" Hermione began to hold Lockhart's hand and act like a spoiled child.

"Okay, then, when you encounter a situation, you can hide away! Understand?" Lockhart didn't like to bring two little kids with him when doing this kind of thing, but Lupin had already made a decision. Now, Lockhart has no convincing reason to say, "So who do we become?"

"I'll go back to the lounge and find two boys to get my hair!" Hermione offered excitedly, "And then where will we meet? Also, how do we get there?"

Lupin and others also looked at Lockhart, Lockhart rubbed his chin and thought for a while: "We will meet at the principal's office later, we will use the fireplace to go to London, then enter the Ministry of Magic through the guest passage, and go directly into the fireplace, I am afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble. Trouble."

"it is good!"

After a while, the Salvation Trio appeared in the principal's office with Ginny.

"Ginny, why are you here!" Lockhart was a little annoyed. "If it goes on like this, you should just bring the entire H.A. over there. It's so powerful."

"I want to protect Harry! And my spells are so good that they won't hold you back!" Ginny grabbed Harry's arm and said loudly, "Harry, tell the professor how my spells work. Sample."

"Ginny is the best girl among the girls..."

No matter how well you practiced, he was just a child. Lockhart waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, Hermione, where's the hair."

"Here! Neville and Seamus's." Hermione took out a small bottle and put her hair into the two small glasses Lupin was holding.

"You pick first!" Lupin handed Lockhart two cups.

Lockhart looked at Lupin suspiciously, took a drink and drank it. "Does it make any difference?"

"Of course not the same... two different people." Lupin shrugged, took a drink, shrank a circle, turned into Seamus, and the clothes were a little ill-fitting, but luckily the children were growing fast It's big, and you can't see anything abnormal when you change clothes.

"Okay, Lupin... No, now you want to call me Neville, I'll call you Seamus, OK?" Lockhart looked at himself and turned into a little fat man. Fortunately, Neville was not short. Have suitable clothing.

"Okay, Neville." Lupin smiled. "Let's go."

Lockhart, who became Neville, made Hermione a little unnatural, and the group all got into the fireplace, went through the Floo network, and came to Grimma Plaza. Then a knight bus was summoned and headed to the Ministry of Magic. Lockhart released the Patronus from the car and went to inform Moody that they were ready to respond.

"After we go in later, protect Harry and take the prophecy ball and leave directly. If you encounter someone blocking you, you should hide away, understand?" Lockhart urged.

"Why do you want Harry to get it?" Hermione asked. "What the hell is that."

"It was Harry who was born," Lupin explained to her: "The Ministry of Magic has cursed the orb of prophecy, and only the person concerned can take it."

"Harry, if there is an emergency, break the prophecy ball and never let it fall into the hands of the Death Eaters, you hear me."

Harry nodded. "Okay, Professor."

"All right,

Let's get out of the car and remember to call me Neville. ' Lockhart took the lead and got off the Cavaliers bus.

"This way," Lockhart said, leading them quickly to the battered phone booth and opened the door. "Come in!"

Lockhart dialed the number 62442 on the phone, and as the dial quickly turned back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice entered the booth. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger," Lockhart said quickly, "Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus—"

"Seamus Finnigan!" Harry, apparently seeing that Lockhart had forgotten his student's name again, went on for him. "We're here to run errands."

"Thank you," said the indifferent voice. "Guest, please take your badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

Six badges slipped out of the metal slot that was supposed to eject coins. Hermione picked them up, handed them to Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Lupin, and finally helped Lockhart pin the badge to his chest.

Lockhart thanked Hermione with a nod, then looked at his badge - "Seamus Finnigan. Working."

The others also quickly pinned their badges to their chests. "Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

"Got it!" Harry exclaimed. "Can we act now?"

The floor of the phone booth shook suddenly, the pavement outside gradually rose past the window, the light disappeared, the darkness closed over their heads, and with a dull rubbing sound, they descended into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.

A thin golden light shone on their feet, wider and wider, moving to them. By this time the Ministry of Magic had closed and the main hall was empty. The light was a little dimmer than it was during the day, and there was no fire in the mantelpiece built into the wall, but when the lift came to a smooth stop, they saw that on the dark blue canopy, a golden symbol was still running erratically. wiggling.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a good evening," said the woman's voice.

The door of the phone booth slammed open, and six people walked out. The only sound that could be heard in the main hall was the constant rush of water from the golden fountain, which spewed incessantly from the wands of witches and wizards, from the arrows of centaurs, from the tips of goblin hats and from the ears of house-elves. in a circular pool.

"Which side?" Harry asked softly, his first time at the Ministry.

"This way." Lockhart is very familiar with this place. After all, he has worked here for more than three years. He walked with five people in the hall, past the fountain and walked past the security checkpoint. There should be a wand sitting here. Registered sorcerer, but now empty.

Scrimgeour had evacuated the people as planned, but it made Harry and the others nervous, thinking it was abnormal for the place to be empty.

Lockhart led them through the golden gate to the elevator, he pressed the nearest "down" button, the elevator clicked in front of him almost immediately, and the golden fence slid from it to the sides, making a deafening noise. , echoing clang. The ninth button was poked, and the fence slammed shut. The elevator made a rattling sound, which was very harsh.

When the elevator stopped, the indifferent woman's voice sounded again: "Department of Mysteries."