Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Is it such a serious matter?

If Voldemort hadn't made such a fuss, it would have been quite serious indeed.

"I'll let Minerva talk to him." Dumbledore froze for a moment, then nodded, "This matter is indeed a little too much."

Harry looked serious: "My suggestion is to expel him, use this reason to let him pack up and leave, and then replace him with an at least qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Harry, I also hope to have a better professor." Dumbledore looked embarrassed. "Hogwarts professor is indeed a very good position, but Defense Against the Dark Arts is not. He is the only one applying this year."

It's not that he wants to use Lockhart, it's that he can only use Lockhart.

"And even if he's gone, that thing will still be at Hogwarts."

Harry clicked his tongue.

Only one person applying for a job? Is it because of that curse?

That damned bald, shaven-nosed old Tom.

"It's more than that." He shook his head and didn't continue the topic of expulsion. "Lockhart is a mindless troll, but Voldemort is not."

Dumbledore came to his senses, and his tone was a bit embarrassing: "You mean that thing might be in someone else's hands?"

"Oh, yes, love blinds."

"Perhaps the little witch who fell into the swamp of love will be desperate for him."

"It seems that you have been blind too. I'm actually curious about your feelings. Is she beautiful?" Harry thought thoughtfully, "It makes you refuse to get married even after you are over a hundred years old."

As if Dumbledore didn't hear Harry's words, he snapped his fingers and called out the elves, asking them to search the student dormitory again.

This topic was brought up so naturally.

They went down to the basement and knocked on Snape's office door.

After a while, Snape, with long greasy hair and an eternal black robe, came out: "Dumbledore, and Potter."

"You came to see me so late because you finally figured it out, and you want to cure your brain?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said softly, "Severus, I'm here to check your office. I don't know where Voldemort's dark magic items are now."

Snape's face changed suddenly, as if two catties of bezoar had been roughly stuffed into his mouth, his facial features were distorted, his eyes were disgusted, his body was trembling with anger, and he took out his wand: "Albus, you are still questioning..."

Harry was surprised, but he didn't ask.

"No, this is Mr. Potter's suggestion." Dumbledore waved his hand, interrupted, and comforted him, "He suspects Lockhart, but I am the headmaster, and I can't just check on one professor."

Snape softened slightly: "Mr. Potter really came up with a clever proposal."

"come in."

They enter the house.

Dumbledore had just drawn out his wand.

"What things do you know!" Snape lowered his voice and spoke to Dumbledore, but his eyes fell on Harry.

Harry shrugged: "If it's related to my mother, I don't think I should be avoided."

Snape flicked his sleeves and didn't even look at him.

Dumbledore waved his wand and carefully checked everything in the office. He listened to Snape's words, and a single drawer flew out, covered with a thick white mist, and only he could see the contents inside.

Wait until everything is back in place.

"You should be relieved now?" Snape sneered.

Dumbledore said: "Forgive me, Severus, I believe in you, I believe in you, but I am still the headmaster of Hogwarts after all."

"What's the situation now?" Snape sat down, waved his wand, and the two chairs flew behind them. "Could it be that they didn't find anything?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Harry and I are very suspicious of Lockhart."

"But he's really normal."

"It's not normal at all," Harry retorted. "Sneaky and sly."

"From a magical point of view, he is normal." Dumbledore paused, and said more appropriately, "There is nothing unusual."

"Just like an ordinary person without magic," Harry added.

"I've always suspected he was a Squib." Snape shook his head and said with a sneer, "Since he doesn't have one, has he been to the Chamber of Secrets? Maybe he'll go back there."

"I'm waiting for news from the elf." Dumbledore snapped his fingers. "If the student still doesn't have it, I think I have to go and see it with Harry."

The Chamber of Secrets is not open to house-elves.

They can't freely come and go in the Chamber of Secrets like they go to and from Hogwarts.

After more than half an hour.

The elf reappeared in front of Dumbledore, with a fresh burn on his forehead: "Principal Dumbledore, we still haven't been able to find the book you want."

"Is Professor Lockhart out?" Harry asked.

The elf shook his head: "No, the door of Professor Lockhart's office was locked all the time, and he didn't come out, nor did he come out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."

"Is there a possibility of Confusion Charm?" Harry looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved the wand in his hand: "Don't worry, I arranged a magic just now, if he leaves, I will feel it."

That means……

He didn't, as Harry and Dumbledore had guessed, while checking other professors, openly repaired the plank road, kept secrets, and gave the thing to others.

Lockhart's suspicion has become smaller?

The three of them got up and hurried to the secret room.

It was as empty as when I first came back.

No basilisks, no books, not even new traces.

"Severus." Dumbledore called out affectionately when he walked out of the secret room.

"I know." Snape said disgustedly, "I'll take care of Lockhart for you, but maybe it's better for you to leave it to Professor Flitwick."

He paused, and then continued: "Lockhart has at least one hundred owl feces poured into his head. He wants to set up some kind of duel club recently, and he bothers me every day."

Dumbledore seemed to think of something interesting, and giggled: "At least there are only a hundred, isn't it? Felius can't do it, he can't wait to use the age-reducing spell on Lockhart to make him read Hogwarts again." Ci, educate him again, of course, throw him to other colleges for education."

Snape sneered.

Harry was a little puzzled, what is owl droppings? A kind of bezoar-like joke?

"Lockhart was a nuisance when he was a child." Dumbledore continued with a smile, "That is one of the things I remember most after I became the headmaster."

"He got 800 owls out of nowhere to send himself love letters on Valentine's Day, and it was a terrible breakfast."

"Severus hadn't graduated yet, and he suffered with us."

Snape gritted his teeth and snorted.

"Thank you, he's just my professor." When Harry thought of that scene, it made him feel more disgusted than eating two catties of evil spirits.

Until the end of the holiday, there were no more attacks on students.

Lockhart lived his life - not so with Snape, of course, who was very loud and would come to him every day to discuss the Dueling Club.

How to design the stage and what kind of cool appearance method to use.

He even hinted euphemistically whether Snape could have a show with him and let him win heartily, but Snape took out his wand and gritted his teeth to refuse.

Snape complained to Dumbledore more than once, he would rather believe that the Dark Lord would choose to possess a giant monster, and it was impossible to possess such a stupid creature.

Little wizards are not very free.

They can only squat in the common room every day, and the meals are delivered by the elves on time. The advantage is that they can order food. In the past few days, Ron has eaten from Iceland to Cyprus.

Ginny came back the day before school started.

St. Mungory checked it inside and out, and the Forgetting Curse only made her a little trance-like, and she was fine after a month or two of rest, and there were no other side effects.

As for the Imperius Curse...

It was one of the Unforgivable Curses, and St. Mungo couldn't detect it, so it could only be physically isolated.

the holiday is over.

The little wizards who had just returned to the castle received an extremely exciting New Year's gift-Hogwarts became even more unsafe, and another person was attacked during the Christmas holiday.

This made the little wizards regret getting on the train.

Not good at home?

Listening to Ron's hype description, Hermione blinked blankly and grabbed Harry's hand: "So, haven't you caught that... the mysterious man's black magic item yet?"

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