The Druid Master of Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall quietly left the auditorium and walked straight to the principal's office.

Although there is no need to worry about Fish, but she still has to talk to Dumbledore about Lockhart's lack of real talent. She doesn't think that bad old man can't see the truth of Lockhart. Level.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore, who was looking at the letters at the desk, saw the menacing Professor McGonagall, and immediately guessed her intention, but still smiled and asked pretendingly: "The preparations for the start of school are complete. already?"

"Not yet," Professor McGonagall shook his head and said solemnly, "I came to see you on other matters, Albus."

Dumbledore put down the letter in his hand, spread his palm and made a "please" gesture to her.

"What's the matter with Gilderoy Lockhart? Don't tell me you can't see it, he's an ignorant liar."

Professor McGonagall raised his tone, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, stared sternly at Dumbledore and questioned.

However, Dumbledore snapped his fingers calmly, and a chair automatically slid behind Professor McGonagall. Then he slowly poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Don't worry, Minerva, sit down and speak slowly."

Professor McGonagall sat down as he said, but instead of touching the hot cup of tea in front of him, he wrapped his arms around his arms and continued to stare at Dumbledore aggressively.

Dumbledore didn't take it seriously, he smiled, took a sip from his teacup, and said, "Of course I know Lockhart's name doesn't live up to its name, and I even know that the stories in his book, In fact, it's the deeds of other powerful wizards, but..."

Having said this, he shook his head helplessly, and seemed to sigh with anger: "In addition to the article, Gilderoy has obviously learned the forgetting spell pretty well, even Redagast and Ota are both in it. Recruited."

"Then you also recruited him?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, his expression even more angry.

"Because I think Lockhart's hoax would be debunked just by putting it into normal school life, especially with Fish."

Dumbledore blinked and said playfully.

"But this is a waste of a year for the students, who can't learn anything useful from Lockhart at all."

Compared with tearing down Lockhart,

Professor McGonagall is more concerned about the education of students.

"No way, it's too difficult for Hogwarts to hire a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore shrugged and complained.

"I will find a way to find a good professor next year to make up for the loss this year... In addition, students can't learn anything, at least they can understand from a bad teacher, what not to do , Don't be that kind of person."

Dumbledore was more concerned about the character of the students than the actual spells, which was also influenced by the two Dark Lords.

"And, if you read Lockhart's book, there is still some useful stuff in it."

Now it was Professor McGonagall's turn to sigh, and she said with a little annoyance, "Yes, I've seen them, and read them to Fish as bedtime stories, so this little guy now thinks that Lockhart is a great wizard..."

However, when talking about this matter, Professor McGonagall remembered Fish's performance in the auditorium before, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Oh? It looks like poor Gilderoy won't be able to hide it for long."

Dumbledore stroked his beard. He was both happy and a little sad. If Lockhart was dismantled too quickly, wouldn't he have to find a new professor to top him?

If it's only for a short time, it's fine, Snape, Flitwick, and even Professor McGonagall can do it temporarily, but if it's too long, it can't be done, and Voldemort's curse is still a bit troublesome.

Thinking of this, the expression on Dumbledore's face was no longer as calm as before, and there was a trace of distress.

Leaving aside the troubles of the two principals, Fish and Lockhart got along very happily in the auditorium.

Fish liked the messy stories that Lockhart said. Although the kittens with strong combat ability had noticed some loopholes in these stories, the fairy tales he usually listened to were almost the same, so he also I don't care too much.

And Lockhart is even more satisfied. For him with a strong vanity, as long as someone pays attention, he will be very happy, not to mention that he is keenly aware of the special features of Fish.

In addition to that special affinity and cat ears and cat tail, various professors, including the gloomy Snape, dote on this little boy, and he even has an exclusive house elf in the school!

So Lockhart quickly reacted. If he had such a small fan, he would definitely receive a lot of attention in school, plus the famous Harry Potter...

When he thought of the attention he might receive after school started, Lockhart shivered with excitement.

Although the story is very interesting, Fish apparently couldn't be idle for too long. After listening to the story of "Lockhart Fights the Falling Bat", he stood up from his seat and stretched his arms high.

"I'm going to the Forbidden Forest to play with my friends, Professor Gilderoy wants to come along meow?" ω

"Forbidden, Forbidden Forest?"

Lockhart changed slightly and asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Meow, Feixu met a lot of friends in it Meow!" (●ΦωΦ●)

At this point Lockhart recalled his limited memories of the Fantastic Creatures class at Hogwarts - the Forbidden Forest was surrounded by only safe and magical creatures like the cauldron and the sniff, Fish said. "friends", probably referring to them?

After all, no matter what, Fei Xu is only a little wizard who has just entered the second grade. How could he go deep into the Forbidden Forest?

Thinking of this, Lockhart felt that he was okay again.

So he laughed and said, "Is it the forbidden forest? Of course, I always liked to go in and play with the magical animals in it when I was a student."

He flipped the curly blond hair on his forehead, revealing his shining white teeth, "If I wasn't worried about Professor McGonagall's anger, I would still be able to take you to the depths of the Forbidden Forest."

Fischer nodded with a deep sympathy, and seriously agreed with a sullen face: "Minerva really likes being angry too much, meow."

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Fish and Lockhart, who had found the "common language" again, were in a happier mood. They laughed together for a while before they left the auditorium together and came to Hagrid's guard cabin.

However, Hagrid was not in his cabin at this time. As the person in charge of picking up freshmen, he also had a lot of things to prepare, so after having lunch, he went to the train to Hogsmeade village early. platform.

"Wang!"

Fang Ya was not taken away by Hagrid. After it smelled Fish, it immediately greeted him and kept wagging its tail.

"This is Ya Ya and my good friend Meow."

Fish introduced to Lockhart beside him, making him even more relieved.

It's not even a magical animal, just an ordinary dog, so he has nothing to worry about.

"Where's Lu Wei?"

After Feixu had finished his introduction, he lowered his head and asked Ya Ya, they were both dogs, and they had a pretty good relationship, which made Ya Ya, who was originally timid, dare to go to the Forbidden Forest without Hagrid. Lisa is happy.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

Fang Ya barked a few times, and then ran into the woods.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet Lu Wei again. It's also Hagrid's dog, but he's a little bigger, so he usually stays in the forbidden forest, meow."

Fish explained to Lockhart as he followed Fang into the woods.

Lockhart, who didn't know anything about what was going to happen next, followed him into the woods and continued to brag: "Speaking of the big dog, then I have to say that I encountered it in the rainforest of South America. That, that, that..."

His words suddenly couldn't go on, because a huge black shadow suddenly blocked his vision.

Lockhart turned his neck stiffly, looked up, his hands and feet were instantly cold.

In front of him, stood a huge black three-headed dog, its three heads were pouting fiercely at this moment, and the wet saliva slipped from the blade-like fangs and dripped onto the bushes below. There was a crackling sound on the leaves.

With his head blank, Lockhart spit out the last word.

"……dog."

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