Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Pettigrew was taken away by Kingsley.

However, more than 80% of it was voluntary, and the forced part was less than 20% at most.

Merlin's beard!

He now has enemies all over Hogwarts, and he is lucky to be able to leave here and go to the Ministry of Magic to stand trial.

Under the deliberate concealment of Dumbledore and the professors, no young wizard except Bourne could learn the inside story of the big arrest just now.

They were all kept in the dark.

They just knew that something unexpected happened in the first match of the Hogwarts Quidditch League, and Slytherin and Gryffindor had to compete again another day.

Most of the young wizards believed that this accident was caused by members of the Slytherin team. The reason is also very simple and straightforward: they are worried about losing to Gryffindor, so they create so many out-of-control Bludgers.

Moreover, even the students of Slytherin House also mostly agree with this statement.

Because on the afternoon of the game incident, their dean burst into the underground common room with a livid face, then grabbed the Quidditch captain Flint and went to a small cubicle.

Unlike the common rooms of the other three houses, in addition to the common areas, the Slytherin lounge also has many partitions surrounded by silk cloth.

If there is a dispute between students, or if they need to discuss something private, they will find a cubicle to deal with it.

Mostly for decency.

And that afternoon, almost everyone in the Slytherin common room heard Snape's roar.

"Disgraced the great Slytherin!"

"Although Slytherin himself is not opposed to wisdom and conspiracy, he cannot tolerate the bad habits of filth and hiding evil!"

"What 'play boy', who are you going to play, which boy do you have your eye on?"

After being scolded by the terrifying dean for several hours and walking out of the cubicle with a disgraced face, Flint felt that many of his classmates looked at him strangely.

However, life must go on, and the accident on the Quidditch field did not affect the normal operation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Students must attend classes when they are due, and complete assignments on time.

In this way, the next Monday after the accident on the court, the Gryffindor little lions had another Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Ever since the elf classroom "riot", Professor Lockhart has never brought living animals into the classroom again.

Now, he chooses to read large chunks of his books to his students, sometimes acting out dramatic passages.

Generally speaking, he would choose Harry to assist him in order to recreate the scene at that time.

So far, the characters Harry has been forced to play include: a simple Transylvanian villager who is bewitched by a bubble-blowing spell and cured by Lockhart; a Himalayan snowman suffering from a rhinitis; There is a vampire - ever since Lockhart dealt with it, it has eaten nothing but turnips...

In this Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was dragged to the front again, this time playing the role of a werewolf.

Harry originally didn't want to cooperate, but there was a very important reason, and Lockhart had to be kept in a good mood.

"Well done, Harry, that's right, 'Whoops' - so much like that - and then, believe it or not, I just slid over - like this - slammed him down - -In this way - I pushed him to the ground with one hand - holding the wand in the other hand, pressed against his throat - then I slowed down and used the remaining strength to cast a very complicated humanoid magic. Curse - he let out a miserable moan - Harry, then called - higher pitch - good - his hair disappeared - his fangs retracted - he became again One man. It was a simple but effective method, and one village will always remember me as a hero. I saved them from the fear of being attacked by werewolves once a month."

The bell rang and Lockhart stood up.

"After-school homework: Everyone writes a long poem about my victory over the werewolf Wogga Wogga! The little wizard who writes the best will get several copies of "Magical Me" signed by the author!"

The students began to leave.

Harry hurried back to the back of the classroom, where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him.

"Is it okay?" Harry asked quietly.

"We'll wait until everyone has left," Hermione looked at the students walking around, nodded and said, "Okay..."

She walked towards Lockhart's lectern, clutching a piece of paper in her hand, Harry and Ron following behind her.

"Professor Lockhart?" Hermione stammered, "I want to... borrow this book from the library. I hope to learn some background knowledge from it."

She held up the note, but the hand holding it trembled slightly.

"The problem is, this book is in the restricted area of ​​the library, so I need a teacher to sign the note - I believe this book will help me understand your story in "Wandering with Ghouls" Talking about the chronic onset of venom..."

"Ah, "Wandering with Ghouls"!"

Lockhart took the note from Hermione and smiled warmly at her. "This is probably my most satisfying book. Do you like it?"

"Oh, I love it," Hermione said eagerly, "How clever of you to catch the last ghoul in the tea strainer!"

Hermione has actually read Lockhart's book, so she remembers some details in the book much more clearly than others.

"Ah, I believe no one will object to me giving a little extra help to the best students in the grade." Lockhart said enthusiastically, casually pulling out a huge peacock quill pen from his pocket.

"Yes, it's big and beautiful, isn't it?" He misinterpreted the look of disgust on Ron's face and took it for a little wizard's envy. "It's just that I usually only use it to sign books, because it's a bit exaggerated to use it to write books."

He signed a large, curly name on the note and returned the note to Hermione.

"Harry," Lockhart said as Hermione folded the note clumsily and put it into her bag, "there's going to be a play-off match against the Slytherin Quidditch team in a few days, right? I heard You're a great player. I was a Seeker back in the day. They asked me to run for the national team, but I'd rather spend my life killing dark wizards and evil magical creatures. But if you feel the need to lighten the fire, Feel free to come to me. I'm always happy to pass on my experience to players who aren't quite as capable..."

Harry mumbled something vaguely in his throat and hurried away with Ron and Hermione.

"I can't believe it," Harry said as the three of them studied the signatures on the note, "he didn't even look at the book we wanted."

"Because he's a brainless idiot," Ron said. "Whatever, we already got what we wanted."

"He's not a brainless fool," Hermione squeaked as they jogged toward the library.

"Just because he said you are the best student in the grade..."