Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Waterloo Platform

The whole morning, the little wizards were all absent-minded, their eyes flicked to the owl clock on the wall from time to time.

At noon, the auditorium was overcrowded.

When Filch came to the bulletin board with the tools, someone immediately shouted: "The explanation is out!"

With a bang, the dark little head rushed over quickly.

When Filch firmly nailed a piece of parchment to the bulletin board, the Weasley twins who crowded in the front began to read aloud.

Special Note:
Gilderoy Lockhart, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at our school, has been formally investigated by Aurors for his alleged series of crimes.

The loud noise last night was a necessary measure to restrict Gilderoy Lockhart's behavior. Please treat it rationally and don't believe or spread rumors.

In addition, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be suspended until early February. At that time, new professors will come to Hogwarts to teach.

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Knowing that Lockhart was taken away by Auror for investigation, the little wizards exploded in an instant.

"What did he do?" someone couldn't help asking.

"Who knows? But Beckinsale must be very sad. She has always been a die-hard Lockhart fan."

Behind the crowd, a first-year little Hufflepuff witch ran away sadly, wiping away tears.

"I can understand her, I can understand her too well." Vanessa said to the little witch beside her.

"My Muggle cousin used to be madly infatuated with a male singer, and then the newspaper broke a scandal about his private life. The Muggle cousin cried exactly like Beckinsale."

A group of gossip-loving little witches immediately surrounded her, and someone asked, "Private life scandal? What exactly do you mean?"

"Hey! This is not something that can be discussed here." Vanessa looked around and emphasized in a low voice.

"Understood, I'm going to your dormitory tonight." The eyes of several little witches lit up, and they exchanged expectant glances with each other.

Professor McGonagall's office.

The professors who learned the whole story came out one after another sighing.

"Oh, how pitiful and unfortunate it would be if Lockhart was imprisoned in Azkaban." Professor Sprout wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.

Professor Flitwick looked solemn, "If he really did those bad things, he should be punished."

When Hardy walked out of the office, Snape was arguing violently with Professor McGonagall, but it wasn't about Lockhart.

The other party seemed quite dissatisfied with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and at the same time repeatedly suggested that he could take over the content of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Professor Snape seems to be very interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hardy rubbed his chin with one hand, "Also, there seems to be conflicts between him and Remus John Lupine?"

Shaking his head, Hardy soon returned his attention to Lockhart.

According to the interview transcripts found by Hermione and others, Lockhart's charges can almost be confirmed.

As long as the Aurors simply investigate the memory-erased victims, it will only be a matter of time before Lockhart is thrown into Azkaban.

"Professor! Professor Ollivander!"

A breathless shout interrupted Hardy's thoughts, and Hermione ran over with a flushed face.

"Professor Ollivander, no, Ron is in trouble..."

Following Hermione quickly to the Gryffindor common room, Hardy walked into Ron's dormitory, where Madam Pomfrey and Harry were surrounding his bed.

"What happened?" Hardy came to the four-poster bed, and soon heard Ron's loud snoring.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, "Oh, Professor Ollivander, the worst has happened."

She hesitated to speak, but still said: "Weasley's drowsiness has worsened again, and now he can't wake up completely."

"Ron, Ron," Harry grabbed Ron's arm and pushed him, then took a deep breath and slapped him hard on the face.

"Pa", "Pa", bright red palm prints appeared on Ron's left and right faces, but the latter only paused for a short snoring.

"Look, Professor, I'm doing this, but Ron won't even open his eyes." Harry turned around, looking worried.

Madam Pomfrey exchanged glances with Hardy, and quickly transferred the sleeping Ron to a bed in the infirmary.

Not long after, Goyle and Crabbe hurried over with Draco, who was still asleep, on their backs.

Immediately afterwards, three more young wizards were sent to the infirmary one after another, all of whom had symptoms of lethargy.

"The situation is more serious than we thought!"

After Madam Pomfrey poured several potions for Ron and the others to no effect, her face turned extremely ugly.

In the evening, according to statistics, among the 25 young wizards who had previously experienced drowsiness symptoms, six of them were already in a deep sleep.

For the remaining 19 people, their sleepiness symptoms were aggravated to varying degrees.

When Hardy saw Neville, the spirit of the other party was listless, and it gave people a feeling that they might fall asleep at any time.

"According to Longbottom's description, in his sixth dream cycle, he successfully used the mixed potion to prevent the Bulgarian dragon eggs from hatching."

In the panel meeting room, Hardy turned off the memory projector and said, "Thanks to Professor Snape, Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey."

"However, the accident on the London subway still happened." Snape pursed his upper lip with an indifferent expression.

Professor McGonagall looked at the information in his hand, "Do you suspect that there is more than one Bulgarian dragon egg on the London subway?"

She raised her head to look at Hardy, who nodded and said: "Yes, Longbottom verified this in the seventh dream cycle, someone put a black handbag in the fifth carriage, and there was a bullet in it. "

"During the 8th dream cycle, Longbottom went straight to the fifth carriage after waking up, just in time to see a lame man, put down his black handbag, and then got off at the Waterloo platform halfway."

"But—" Hardy waved his wand and tapped the wall behind him, "After Longbottom disposed of the two dragon eggs and followed him into the restroom on the platform, the other party immediately used a spell to kill him."

He continued to add: "According to the current clues, after preventing the two dragon eggs from hatching, Longbottom clearly felt the collapse of the dream, but it was not thorough enough."

"So, we also need to kill the crippled man in the dream loop?"

Snape frowned, "Longbottom can't do it, he can't be a match for an adult wizard."

Hardy held his wand in both hands, "Yes, this is our last challenge to crack the dream loop."

At this moment, the oak door of the meeting room was slammed open from the outside.

"Send Dumbledore to come out to me—"

A middle-aged wizard walked in with a displeased expression. He had pale blond hair, cold gray-blue eyes, and a pale pointed face.

It was Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.

He glanced arrogantly at the five people in the meeting room, his voice was full of anger, "Let my son Draco stay awake, is this what you do at Hogwarts?"

"Malfoy! I've already told you in my letter that Principal Dumbledore is currently away on business." Professor McGonagall stood up.

Lucius stared at the other party viciously, "Look! It's because he left without authorization that the matter developed into such a bad situation."

"We are trying to figure out a way, please give us some time." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and begged.

"I've had enough of your incompetence! I'm here today to take Draco to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, where he will receive the best treatment."

Lucius Malfoy raised the parchment in his hand, "Also, I have already obtained a joint letter from other school managers. If you cannot give a reasonable explanation for this matter within five days, the school managers will suspend Dumbledore." Lido's headmastership."

"At that time, someone else will take over the management of Hogwarts!"

After speaking, Lucius Malfoy dropped the parchment in his hand, turned and left domineeringly.

(End of this chapter)