The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

　　 "Professor Lockhart, what's the point?" Severus Snape pushed open the door of the office and greeted the uninvited guests outside.

"Nothing, nothing, Severus!" Guidro 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 here to check it out. What's the situation?"

　　 "Lovely lady?" Snape repeated mockingly, while staring coldly at the girl standing behind Lockhart.

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

"You did a good job, very good, Miss Greengrass!" Professor Snape said without any emotion: "Disciplinary...no, I just invited an ordinary student in my potions class to help me A small favor and a cup of afternoon tea by the way...now it's over!"

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

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

　　 The moment Professor Snape closed the office door, Astoria trot over in a panic.

I only heard her stuttering: "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 said triumphantly: "I met Miss Greengrass who was frowning, and then she told me what happened... I would be happy to help a lovely lady with a little trouble. "

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

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

"It's so presumptuous to bother..." Professor Lockhart's voice resounded untimely from the side: "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 at all the frivolous tone he usually speaks, but extremely calm.

　　 Is afternoon tea again...

　　 Jon frowned, glanced at Astoria and then at the serious defense against the Dark Arts teacher.

　　 He patted the blond **** the shoulder, then turned his head and said, "I think I have time, Professor Lockhart!"

　　……

　　 This is not the first time Jon has been to Guidro Lockhart’s Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom office on the fourth floor.

　　 But this time, the Lockhart photos on the walls and on the desktop no longer showed the frivolous smiles they used to show. Instead, they were all thinking with a rather serious expression.

　　 "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 one thing. He asked me if I picked it up in the library restricted area on September 5th last year. Three books, namely: "Close Your Brain", "Vicious Disfigurement Spell" and "Powerful Potion"..."

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

"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 nonsense!" Lockhart said to Joan. En blinked gently: "Moreover, he will never doubt you."

　　 "Why do you help me, Professor Lockhart..." Jon stretched his left hand into his pocket, and already firmly grasped the PSM pistol inside.

Lockhart lazily threw his wand on one side of the bed, and then nodded to Jon: "Jon... I said long ago that you are my best student... No teacher would mind helping him. The best student!"

　　 Jon pursed his lips and did not answer.

"In the entire Hogwarts castle, there are so many students...only one student has listened carefully to every class of mine, and that is you; I am not a fool, Jon...Although I behaved very similarly." Professor Hart laughed loudly, as if he had heard a funny joke.

　　 "I don't understand, Professor..." Jon pressed his curiosity and put on a confused expression.

　　 "There are more surprises to you!" Professor Lockhart continued:

"Actually, I am a liar. My deeds and deeds in my book are all false! ... It seems that you did not show the surprise I imagined, Jon; I think you must have guessed it, at least guessed it. Part."

　　 "That's true, Professor!" Jon hesitated: "Your performance ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is indeed very different from the description in your book..."

"It's really easy to guess. I think almost all students have discovered this, but you still listen to my every class carefully. This is what I admire most about you, Jon!" Professor Lockhart picked up The suitcase on the side began to stuff photos, clothes and the like in a little bit.

"The hero who freed the people in a village from the scourge of the werewolves was not me, but an ugly old American wizard; and the one who expelled the female ghost of Wanlun, was a Scottish witch with a mouth; and the corpse Those who travel with ghosts, those who are on vacation with the dominatrix, and those who live with the Tibetan snowmen... none of them are me..." Guidro-Lockhart spoke freely:

"My task is to track and find these outstanding wizards, gain their trust, and ask them how they can do those things... Then I will cast a clever forgetting spell on them so that they will Forget about it completely."

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

　　 Lockhart put the lid on the suitcase and locked it.

　　 Then, he sat down on the sofa:

"There is no difference, child..." His expression was a bit decadent: "In a few hours, the "Daily Prophet" will publish the truth about my glorious deeds. The whole world will know that I am just an abuse of the spell of oblivion. It’s just a liar; the Ministry of Magic would even think I was a criminal and send me to Azkaban."

　　 "So Jon, even if I don't tell you now, you will know soon..." Guidro Lockhart said quietly, "Do you think...why would I accept this **** job?"