The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Professor Lockhart, what are you doing?" Severus Snape pushed open the door of the office and greeted the uninvited guests outside the door coldly.

"It's nothing, nothing, Severus!" Gilderoy Lockhart shook his head repeatedly: "It's just that a lovely lady told me that you seem to be punishing a student I like very much in the office, so I came to check it out. Come on, what's going on?"

"Lovely lady?" Snape repeated sarcastically, giving him a cold look at the girl standing behind Lockhart.

Astoria Greengrass stood there a little bewildered, not daring to look directly into the Dean's eyes.

"You're doing very well, very well, Miss Greenglass!" Professor Snape's voice had no emotion: "Discipline... no, I just invited an ordinary student in my Potions class to come and help me. Just a little favor and a cup of afternoon tea... Now, it's over!"

"You can go, Hart!" With that, Severus Snape roughly pulled Jon up and pushed him out the door.

"Then don't bother, Severus." Lockhart was still his cheerful voice.

The moment Professor Snape closed the door to his office, Astoria trotted over in a panic.

I only heard her stammer: "Jon...I heard Daphne say that you were invited to the office by Professor Snape to be punished...I don't know what to do...I want to go to Sprout. Professor, but I don't know where her office is...Professor Lockhart met me and said he could help me..."

"Of course!" Lockhart on the side smugly said: "I met Miss Greengrass, who was frowning, and then she told me what was going on... I would be happy to help a lovely lady and solve a little trouble. "

"Astoria, thank you..." Jon gently stroked the girl's golden hair, grateful.

"I..." The girl's face flushed instantly.

"I take the liberty to disturb you..." Professor Lockhart's voice sounded out of time: "But Mr. Hart, are you interested in having another afternoon tea with me now... I'm running out of time... "

Lockhart's last sentence was very low, not the frivolous tone he usually speaks, but extremely calm.

Is it afternoon tea again...

Jon frowned, glanced at Astoria, then at the serious-looking Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

He tapped the blond girl on the shoulder, then turned his head and said, "I think I have time, Professor Lockhart!"

...

This isn't the first time Jon has visited Gilderoy Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom office on the fourth floor.

But this time, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall and on the table no longer had the frivolous smiles they used to, instead, they were all thinking with rather serious expressions.

"Thank you for your help, Professor!" Jon walked into his office behind Lockhart, and said calmly.

"It's nothing." Lockhart shrugged, "Just this morning, Professor Snape asked me about something. He asked me if I was picked up in the restricted area of ​​the library on September 5 last year. Three books, namely: "Shut Your Brain", "Vicious Disfigurement Spells" and "Powerful Potion"..."

Jon frowned slightly and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Then I told Severus that I had indeed borrowed it, and eagerly discussed with him the contents of the three books; I'm sure he thought I was talking nonsense!" Lockhart turned to Joan. En blinked lightly: "Also, he will never doubt you."

"Why help me, Professor Lockhart..." Jon reached into his left hand in his pocket, already gripping the PSM pistol inside.

Lockhart lazily threw his wand on the side of the bed, then nodded to Jon: "Jon...I've said before, you're my best student...no teacher would mind helping him. The best student!"

Jon pursed his lips and didn't answer.

"There are so many students in the entire Hogwarts castle...only one student who has listened carefully to every lesson of mine, and that's you; I'm not a fool, Jon...although I act like it." Professor Hart laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"I don't understand, Professor..." Jon suppressed curiosity and put on a puzzled look.

"And what surprises you even more!" Professor Lockhart continued:

"Actually, I'm a liar, my books, my deeds, everything is fake!  … You don't seem to be as surprised as I imagined, Jon; I think you must have guessed it, at least. part."

"Indeed, Professor!" Jon said hesitantly: "Your performance, and the description in your book, are indeed very different..."

"It's really easy to guess, and I think almost all students have discovered this, but you still listen to every lesson I have, which is what I appreciate most about you, Jon!" Professor Lockhart picked up Putting the suitcase on the side, I started stuffing photos, clothes and the like into it little by little.

"The hero who freed a village from the scourge of the werewolf was not me, but an ugly old American wizard; and the man who cast out the Wolverine ghost was a Scottish witch with a mouthful of mouth; and the corpse Those who travel with ghosts, those who go on vacation with dominatrixes, and those who live with Tibetan snowmen... all are not me..." Gilderoy Lockhart said eloquently:

"My job is just to track down and find these good wizards, gain their trust, and ask how they are able to do those things... and then I'm going to cast a brilliant forgetting spell on them, so that they will Forget about it."

"Why are you telling me this, Professor Lockhart!" Jon had quietly opened the safety of the PSM pistol.

Lockhart banged the lid on the trunk and locked it.

Then, he sat down on the sofa:

"It doesn't make any difference, kid..." He looked a little decadent: "In a few hours, the Daily Prophet will publish the truth about my glorious deeds, and the whole world will know that I am nothing more than a misuse of the oblivion spell. A liar; the Ministry of Magic would even consider me a criminal and send me to Azkaban."

"So Jon, even if I don't tell you now, you'll know soon enough..." Gilderoy Lockhart said quietly. "You think...why would I take this damn job?"