Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

readx; Before figuring out how to deal with the Horcrux, there seemed to be nothing urgent, and the four of them slowly walked up the mountain like an outing.

"Well, this is it." Lockhart saw the house number.

丨——Editor: x Lovegood——丨

丨——Please pick a bunch of mistletoe yourself——丨

丨—————— Don’t touch the airship Li ——————丨

Hermione walked at the front and pushed the courtyard door creaky open. The winding path was filled with all kinds of strange plants, and there was a bush covered with the orange-red little ones that Luna sometimes wore as earrings. radish-shaped fruit; they also saw the knotted vine, and hurried away from the dead root; two old begonia trees, bent by the wind, guarded on either side of the front door, their leaves had fallen off, but they were still covered with small red berries and a large canopy Mistletoe corolla with white beads. A small owl with a slightly flat head, somewhat like an eagle's head, peeked at them from a branch.

"I'll knock on the door." Hermione stepped up the steps, raised her hand and knocked on the door a few times: "Is anyone there?"

In less than ten seconds, the door opened and Xenophilius Lovegood was standing there, barefoot, in what looked like a long stained nightgown, and long, marshmallow-like white hair. Dirty and messy.

Poor guy without a woman at home, Lockhart shook his head.

"What? Who are you? What are you doing?" he said in a puzzled voice, looking first at Hermione, then at Harry, his eyes resting on him for a moment, then at Lockhart.

"Mr. Lockhart! You—why are you here." The man suddenly panicked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Before entering the house, I have to explain clearly that I am the real Gilderoy Lockhart, and the one who is now the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic is a fake, in order to take advantage of my reputation and Influence." Lockhart knew from his expression that he must also be the type of person who was deceived. You can only quickly identify yourself. "I met you at the Weasleys' wedding over the summer, when your daughter was bitten by a goblin, remember—you'll see when you look at these three people who came with me."

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood," said Hermione, holding out her hand first. "I'm Hermione Granger. You met me at the Weasleys' wedding a few months ago, when I was with Professor Lockhart."

Xenophilius shook her hand lightly, then let go.

"Sireth Black." Black also reached out his hand kindly to shake him.

After all four shook hands with him, they entered Xenophilius' house, and it felt strange that Lockhart first entered the house with the main entrance and the kitchen. The room is a standard round shape and feels like being in a giant pepper shaker. Everything is curved. Matches the walls: including the stove, sink and cupboards, all painted in vibrant primary colours with flowers, insects and birds.

Lockhart seemed to be able to imagine the scene where Luna was lying on top of these things and painted, what kind of family really produced what kind of people.

In the center of the room, a cast-iron spiral staircase led upstairs, and upstairs there was a rattling, rattling and ping-pong, probably the sound of a printing press.

"The Ministry of Magic is fake, I guessed it!" Xenophilius said with some pride, but looked very uncomfortable. "Please go upstairs, there is a place to sit."

The room above appears to be both a living room and a workshop. So messier than the kitchen. It's a bit like the unforgettable maze that the House of Requirement became, piled high with things hidden in it over the centuries, only this one is much smaller. And it's a standard round shape. There are piles of books and papers on every surface. Delicate animal models hang from the ceiling,

Lockhart couldn't recognize them either, all flapping their wings or moving their mouths.

The one making those noises was a wooden guy with many gears turning magically. It looked like a monster cross between a workbench and a bunch of old shelves, spitting out portions.

"What's going on, the Ministry of Magic has become very strange recently!" Xenophilius removed the items from several chairs and sat down for four people. "Did Dumbledore get killed by that fake Mr. Lockhart, and what happened to Snape?"

"Snape was a shameful traitor, he used Professor Dumbledore's trust to kill him by surprise!" Harry said bitterly.

"what--"

"The Ministry of Magic is now controlled by the Death Eaters, sir," Lockhart said. "The forces of justice are being severely attacked and persecuted at this time, and we need public support."

"I know they must be talking nonsense when they say that Dumbledore and Harry Potter are dark wizards!" Xenophilius nodded. "My magazine has been calling everyone for Harry and against the Ministry of Magic..."

Lockhart saw Ben from a month ago on the table. Picking it up and looking at it, the editor-in-chief of the magazine seemed very nervous and kept an eye on him. Lockhart opened the magazine suspiciously.

Yes, the magazine is indeed calling on everyone to support Harry Potter and not to believe the lies of the Ministry of Magic, which makes Lockhart feel very satisfied, and he continues to read.

Hermione exclaimed softly, "Mr. Lovegood - what is that?"

She pointed to a large grey spiral horn, somewhat similar to that of a unicorn, which was mounted on the wall and protruded a few feet into the room.

"That's the horn of the Crooked Snorer," said Xenophilius.

"No!" said Hermione.

"Hermione," Harry whispered awkwardly, "this is not the time to—"

"But Harry, that's the horn of a poison horn! It's a Class B trade item, and it's extremely dangerous to keep it at home!" Hermione said eagerly, and quickly looked at Lockhart: "Gidro, you come and tell them. ,what is this."

Lockhart looked up from the magazine and looked down at the wall: "Ah, yes, sir, why do you put such a thing in your house?"

"These are the horns of the Crooked Snorer," Xenophilius said very clearly, with a stubborn expression on his face, "a shy, very magical creature whose horns—"

"Mr. Lovegood, I recognize the groove at the base, it's really the horn of a venomous beast, it's too dangerous--I don't know where you got it--" Hermione shifted her chair. As if trying to get a little further away from the corner: "I said it before! Mr. Lovegood, you have to get rid of it right away, didn't you know it would explode if you touched it?"

"Bought it," said Xenophilius stubbornly, "yesterday, from a lovely young wizard who knew Luna liked the wonderful horned snoring beast. , I want to give her a Christmas surprise."

Blake chose to trust Hermione anyway, nervously placing a Guardian Charm on Harry, then Hermione and himself.

"Don't be nervous." Lockhart was no longer going to argue about this. He reluctantly pulled out his wand, pointed it at the corner of the wall, and used a magic barrier to cut off its contact with the outside world. Then he put away his wand and flipped through the magazine in his hand...

"Rufus Scrimgeour bit me and turned me into a vampire, so that's why I behaved abnormally enough to kill Dumbledore?" Lockhart almost laughed: "Sir, your Imagination is really more outrageous and mysterious than reality." No wonder he believed it as soon as he explained it, his way of thinking was different from ordinary people.

"Uh, because that Lockhart from the Ministry of Magic is really weird, that's why I guessed like this..." Being exposed by the client in person, Rao was a little embarrassed because of his thick skin, "It's not against you."

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