Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

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

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

Lockhart hurried into the kitchen and said with a smile: "Sorry, I was blocked by my fans in Hufflepuff as I passed the door of the Hufflepuff lounge, so I was delayed to autograph for them. time."

Lockhart's smile froze when he saw Franklin, and he looked at Mike suspiciously, as if asking him why there were other people here besides them.

Mike naturally understood what he meant, and said blankly: "Franklin is my good friend, he came because he was worried about my safety. Don't worry, his mouth is very strict, you don't have to worry about him taking us today. The conversation leaked out."

Lockhart struggled for a while, but finally made up his mind and sat on the chair that the house-elf had pulled for him. With a smile on his face, he said, "You're kidding Mike, of course I believe in Franklin, he's a good boy, I always think so."

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

At this time, the house-elf hanger also served Lockhart with a plate, which looked like something that looked like cheese toast with eggs put in the oven, watching the clothes hanger carry it cautiously , This slice of bread should not be easy.

Lockhart's eyes lit up the moment he saw the dish, and he quickly tied a napkin to himself, cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Yeah! Welsh rabbit, a rare delicacy!" Lockhart said intoxicated. "My favorite dish was this dish when I was at Hogwarts. After graduation, I have also tasted Welsh rabbits from many places, but none of them are very hot. The food in Gwarts is delicious, and I have to say that the house-elves at Hogwarts are really good at cooking.”

The hanger twitched excitedly after hearing Lockhart's compliment.

"Isn't this the Cheese Toast Deluxe?" Franklin whispered to Mike, "Is it that exaggerated?"

Mike shook his head inexplicably, didn't answer, just took a sip of the juice in front of him.

When Lockhart saw that no one responded to him, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face. But his rich experience of making a fool of himself made him quickly adjust the expression on his face.

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

Seeing that Lockhart was still going around in circles, Mike decided not to save face for him. After a little thought, Lockhart decided that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class would be the textbook for the entire series of novels he wrote, and then he had the answer.

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

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

"Why do you think so? I came to Hogwarts to prepare my new novel!" Lockhart's face darkened, "I know that Defense Against the Dark Arts was cursed by You-Know-Who, but in When I received the invitation from Dumbledore, I agreed without hesitation, because my thirst for inspiration suppressed my fear of Mysterio!

And Hogwarts did not let me down. After many years, I came back to Hogwarts again, and I was so inspired and inspired!

Especially your experience, Mike. Your experience with this year's basilisk is almost like the protagonist of that kind of novel. So I wanted to do an interview with you about Operation Snake for me to write into my new novel. "

After finishing this long sentence at once, Lockhart picked up the cup on the table and drank the juice in it, and then seemed to be afraid that Mike would not agree, and then continued:

"For this new book I decided to use a new perspective,

Change my style of writing in the first person. This time I will write this book in the third person, Mike, you will be the protagonist of this book!

And I, Gilderoy Lockhart! Will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, giving you ample help in your encounter with the Basilisk. This book, I plan to call it "The End of the Millennium Basilisk"! "

After listening to Lockhart's story quietly, Mike became vigilant. He who had read the original book knew that Lockhart was a memory thief.

Those of his novels were all the experiences of others who stole from others. After he tricked others into telling their own magical experiences, he gave them a note of his improved "forgetting all the time" to make them forget their own experiences, and then Lockheed Special to take it as his own.

After thinking about it for a while, Mike decided to try it out boldly. According to the original book, Lockhart's strength is not strong. Under the circumstance of his vigilance, Lockhart should not be his opponent, let alone the surrounding people. There's a bunch of house-elves watching.

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

The black thorn pear wand appeared in his hand, and Mike adjusted his sitting position slightly so that he could use the armor to bounce back the oblivion spell that might strike at any time.

"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 to ask you to explain to me."

Lockhart was overjoyed when he saw Mike's promise, and even claimed that he was.

"I've read your autobiographical novels, in which you describe yourself as a powerful wizard who is almost omnipotent." Macton paused, "But as far as I've been in contact with you over the past few months, You don't seem to be as strong as the book says, why is that?"

Lockhart's face froze when he heard the words, and he stammered: "This... I have preserved my strength. If I am sharp, I am afraid to scare you little wizards."

"Oh? If that's the case, why didn't you stand up to defeat the basilisk when the basilisk was rampant in Hogwarts?" Mike sneered, "and, I heard, you're playing for Gryffindor. In the first class, a cage of Cornish elves was released. The situation seemed to get out of control, and you, who seemed unable to handle such a group of elves, hid under the table in fear."

Franklin couldn't take it any longer and laughed.

The expression on Lockhart's face also changed continuously, and he took a few deep breaths before he said angrily: "This is simply slander! I just wanted to give those students a chance to deal with emergencies independently. The chance of the incident! If I make a move, all those damn little beasts will die in an instant!"

Mike looked at Lockhart with a half-smile, his expression clearly not believing what he said.