Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

This wasn't the first time Clark had visited Gilderoy Lockhart's office on the fourth floor.

It's just different from the previous few times, when the three of Clark walked into the office with Professor Lockhart.

Whether it was on the wall or on the desktop, the photos of Lockhart all put away the false bright smiles of the past, and instead, they were all thinking with a rather serious expression.

"Thank you for your help, Professor!" Clark followed Lockhart into his office, and said calmly.

"It's nothing." Lockhart shrugged his shoulders. "After all, I am your teacher, and you are my best student... No teacher would mind helping his best student!"

"I've always thought you were an excellent teacher, Professor." Clark looked at him with an extremely sincere tone.

"Well, do you really think so?"

Lockhart laughed, as if hearing a good joke.

"Indeed it is, Professor!"

Clark nodded, Lockhart's smile stopped, the expression on his face became serious, and he looked at Clark without blinking.

The two looked at each other, and finally, Lockhart smiled again, but this time, it was no longer that fake and standard look.

"You, you really touched my teacher." Lockhart shook his head, and Harry and Ron suddenly noticed that the frivolous temperament in this professor had suddenly disappeared.

"In the entire Hogwarts castle, there are so many students... I think they almost all discovered that my performance is a bit inconsistent with the description in the book.

But only you, only you, Clark, still listened to every class of mine so seriously, and this is what I admire the most about you, Clark, we are the same kind of people! "

"I don't understand what you mean...Professor." Clark asked pretending to be puzzled.

"Look, look, don't you just understand?" Lockhart pointed at Harry and Ron who were standing aside with confused faces, "Look at them, they are really confused."

Harry and Ron stared blankly at them, as if confirming Lockhart's words.

Clark was silent, he really couldn't be like Harry and Ron.

"So, when you came to see me,

I will agree to take you, a genius who pretends to be confused, as an apprentice. You are obviously a liar, but you have become a good teacher in your mouth. Don't really take me for a fool, Clark... although I behave like it. "

Harry watched the two of them ask and answer, and there was a vague thought in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it for a while.

"By the way, you knew I was a liar a long time ago, didn't you?"

Lockhart's words were like a thunderbolt, completely dispelling the fog in Harry's mind.

[It turns out that Professor Lockhart is a liar, then the books he wrote...it turns out that Clark already knew it, but he... 】

Harry thought wildly.

Clark looked at Lockhart and nodded, "Yes, I did know about it a long time ago, but I think that since Professor Dumbledore recruited you to Hogwarts as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he must be there. On purpose."

"Hehe," Lockhart let out an inexplicable laugh, "I was really surprised when Dumbledore found me."

He glanced at Harry, who was standing beside him.

"After all, others don't know, so Dumbledore still doesn't know?

The hero who freed a village from a werewolf was not me, but a hideous old American wizard;

It was not I who expelled the Wanlun female ghost, but a Scottish witch with a gaping mouth;

And the one who swims with ghouls, vacations with dominatrixes, lives with snowmen...it's not me..."

Lockhart was talking there, and both Harry and Ron were stunned by his words.

"I just need to track down those outstanding wizards, gain their trust, and ask them how they did those things.

Of course, I'll end up casting a brilliant forgetting charm on them so they'll forget all about it. "

"So you put everything on your account for what other people have done?" Harry asked in disbelief. "Do these professors Dumbledore know?"

Lockhart laughed loudly, "That old liar, of course he knows. Harry, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore will continue to hire me as a teacher at Hogwarts even though he knows I'm a liar , because of you."

"Because of me?" Harry was full of doubts, he didn't know how this matter came to him again.

"Of course," Lockhart sarcastically said, "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, this is a cursed job."

"From decades ago, it is impossible for every teacher who accepts this job to work for a full year.

Four of them were seriously injured and could only spend their lives in St. Mungo's; five became disabled; thirteen were slightly injured and resigned; and one died.

Quirinus Quirrell, my prefect at Ravenclaw, what a fine man, I remember his Whirlwind spell being excellent.

But he just died on the post for no apparent reason, and Dumbledore didn't give any explanation. Does Professor Hogwarts still have death indicators?

So even if you were given 10,000 Galleons, I wouldn't apply for this position! "

When Lockhart said this, he shuddered. You know, he is also the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts now.

"But you're here anyway, aren't you?" Clark said.

"Yes." Lockhart said quietly.

"It was a terrible accident. Dumbledore happened to know a certain wizard whose experience I stole. He discovered my secret, and followed the clues to catch me.

I thought I was going to be ruined, but he gave me a suggestion, let me take a job at Hogwarts, just kidding, was that a suggestion?

Besides Hogwarts and Azkaban, he didn't give me a second choice! "

Hearing Lockhart's tragic experience, even Clark could hardly help laughing.

Lockhart also looked aggrieved, "Actually, I also told Dumbledore that apart from the Oblivion Curse and Occlumency, I'm not familiar with other spells, so I can't teach you much."

"But Professor Dumbledore doesn't expect you to teach us anything, does he?" Clarke said.

"That's right," Lockhart sighed. "He told me that none of this is important. I don't need to teach you anything. All I need to do is play a flamboyant clown, at least in front of Harry."

"Why?" Harry wondered.

Clark looked at him, "It may be that Principal Dumbledore is worried that you will be fooled by the reputation of your own savior and become arrogant."

Harry couldn't accept this at all, "I'm not a kid anymore, how could..."

"Yes." Clark nodded. "As early as the beginning of school, I mentioned this matter to Principal Dumbledore. This is not only irresponsible to the students of the whole school, but also a distrust of you."

"Unfortunately, Principal Dumbledore doesn't seem to think so. Maybe he thinks you are too young to control your own destiny well."

Lockhart and Clark looked at each other, and suddenly interjected: "Isn't this normal? When we were studying at Hogwarts, the old headmaster was already like this."

"This kind of big parents will always not intervene in their children's lives, thinking that their lives should follow their own, the smarter and stronger they are, the more so."

The words of the two made Harry feel a little uncomfortable, and he suddenly remembered that last year, Principal Dumbledore did not support the resurrection of the dead.

At this time, Lockhart, who had finished explaining everything, had already stood up. He picked up the suitcase next to the bed, and began to stuff the photos on the table, the clothes on the bed, etc., into it bit by bit.

Seeing Lockhart packing his luggage quickly, Ron, who was stunned because he ate a big melon, also reacted.

"Professor, what are you doing?" Ron asked.

Lockhart said without any embarrassment: "Can't you see this, I'm going to leave here and run away."

Harry also came back to his senses, "No, you just told Professor McGonagall..."

"That's how I lied to them," said Lockhart, tearing a poster of himself from behind the door and rolling it up.

"Actually, they didn't really count on me. I dare say that my acting skills are very good. Mag and the others always thought I was a fool."

"So what about Hermione and Neville?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Well, as for that—it's such a misfortune."

As Lockhart said, avoiding their provocative gazes, he forcefully opened the drawer of the desk and packed the bits and pieces inside into a large bag.

"No one is more regretful than me... But you heard it just now, I am not... not as powerful as you imagined, so good at dealing with those monsters... Besides, Dumbledore is powerless!"

His explanation became more and more fluid, and the movements of his hands did not stop. Some socks were piled on top of the clothes in the box.

"For such a long time, they haven't even touched a hair of that monster, and they don't even know where the door of the secret room opens. What can you expect me to do?"

Lockhart waved his wand as he spoke.

The few remaining photos on the wall were torn off and flew into his suitcase, and the entire office became empty, as if no one had ever lived there.

He put the lid on the suitcase with a bang and locked it, and all the salutes were packed like this.

"We know!" Harry yelled in desperation.

"What?"

"I mean we know where the Chamber of Secrets is, and what's in it." Harry still wanted to win him over.

But Lockhart shook his head, like I don't listen, I don't listen.

"I've made up my mind, let me leave in disgrace. Since this position is cursed, it's better not to be famous than to die."

His words made Harry speechless, yes, although Lockhart is not a good person, he has no right to ask him to risk his life.

"Then let's say goodbye, Clark, and you!" Lockhart said to salute, and walked to the door of the office.

At this moment, Clark suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

Lockhart stopped and turned his back to them, "Let's go to France first tentatively. The romantic Paris, the beach on the Seine with bikini beauties everywhere, and the bustling Champs-Elysées should be quite suitable for me. ..."

"But you're still a bit reconciled, aren't you, Professor Lockhart?"

Clark's words made Lockhart's hand rest on the doorknob, "I am no longer your teacher."

"If you leave now, we won't recognize you as a teacher, but you haven't left yet."

Clark's tone was sincere.

"No matter what your level is, we have always regarded you as a teacher, and Hermione admires you very much.

A person's life is often faced with many choices. These choices will determine what kind of person we will become and where we will go.

It will make us bruised and bruised, and it will also make us lose our lives.

But having choices is what makes us human, isn't it?

Escape won't solve the problem, it will only make you wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, sobbing secretly. "

Give yourself a chance, Professor! "

The room fell into a continuous silence, and everyone could only hear Lockhart's heavy breathing.

Harry and Ron watched Lockhart's back anxiously, expecting that Clark's words would have an effect.

A miracle happened, and Lockhart let out a long sigh, taking his hand off the office doorknob.

"Okay, you won! To be honest, Clark, it's a shame you're not a teacher."

Lockhart threw the suitcase in his hand aside, and then sat down on the sofa.

"Tell me, what's going on."

Clark told Lockhart all the information they had found, including that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a basilisk, how it moved in the castle, and where the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was.

"If what you say is true, I'm afraid my new book will be available." Lockhart made a joke.

"Okay, I'll take the risk with you this time." After saying that, he stood up, "Come on, let's go to the bathroom first."

Harry and Clark followed behind him, but at this moment, Ron hesitated.

Now that he knows that Lockhart's books are all bragging, then his strength is very doubtful.

Lockhart seemed to have sensed Ron's thoughts, and looked at Clark deliberately and said.

"Well, if it weren't for Dumbledore's order, how could I not be able to deal with a group of Cornish elves? You know, I got 7 Os in the OWLs exam anyway."

As soon as he said this, Ron blushed immediately, and hurriedly followed them.

The four walked out of Lockhart's office and returned to Myrtle's bathroom again.

At this time, Myrtle didn't know where she ran to, maybe it was Snape's interruption just now that drove her away.

Clark and the others didn't pay attention, Harry walked directly to the washbasin and shouted at the snake-shaped carving on the faucet.

"Open!"

There was a strange hissing sound, a dazzling white light flashed, and the entrance to the secret room appeared before their eyes again.