A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 91 Confinement and Discovery

A few hours earlier, Ron had been on a mind-blowing journey through confinement.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he nervously knocked on Professor Lockhart's door, faltering and saying that he was here for confinement.

"Is there such a thing?" Lockhart looked sickly. "Oh, yes, yes! You little villain..."

He dragged Ron into the office and pushed him into a chair.

"Well, the content of the punishment... Let me think about it, how can I make you sincerely repent and cry bitterly to thank Gilderoy Lockhart for his greatness?"

Ron stared at him dumbfounded. Lockhart's arrogance got worse?

"I figured it out!" Lockhart said in surprise, and he took out a stack of bulging envelopes from the cabinet in the corner.

"Professor, what is this?" Ron swallowed, don't, don't...

"These are letters from ardent fans. I have a collection of them - my favourites! You'll need to copy them all," said Lockhart briskly.

Things are going for the worst.

Ron felt that these letters combined were thicker than the two tomes that Malfoy had copied.

He opened an envelope and took out the letter paper inside, which began: "Dear Gilderoro, I am your most lovely and loyal reader, Moriaya, and I sleep with your book every day, because it contains Your most stunning photo, oh Gilderolo, your curly hair just scratches my heart, I can't wait to have a great adventure with you in my dreams..."

"Ouch~" Ron almost threw up.

"Are you sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"No--"

"If you don't, start plagiarizing. This is your punishment for attacking the professor. No, it's a reward—you will have the honor of being with my readers and feeling the greatness of me."

What Lockhart said today was surprisingly straightforward. Ron originally thought he belonged to the peacock, at least he would hide his ass when he opened his screen.

But he didn't have the power to choose, and Ron had to force himself not to think about it, not to think about what the stuff he copied meant.But after writing two lines, his stomach retched again.

So he began to focus on Lockhart, his mind spinning wildly, trying to get himself to think about other things.

Two bodies away from him, Lockhart also spread out a piece of parchment, took a quill and filled it with ink, and wrote a line of cursive characters on it, muttering: "Merlin, I'm really unlucky, and I have to apologize to stupid Fudge..."

Ron had a terrified evening, because Lockhart seemed a different man, with no one to guard his mouth, and a lot of secrets to him.

Either complaining about Dumbledore cheating on him, or complaining that Professor Hemp stole his limelight.

He also mentioned the days when he was in school. On a Valentine's Day, he spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of greeting cards for himself, but there was no splash. He had to live a hard life for two months... …

It was midnight at last, and Ron mustered up the courage to ask to leave. Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall, "Is it already this late? Go ahead, put the letter in the cabinet, and continue tomorrow."

Holding the stack of letters, Ron came to the big cabinet with a "squeak" and tried to pull it, but the door didn't move at all. "Professor Lockhart, the cabinet is locked!"

Lockhart muttered a few words and swung his wand until the third time before the cabinet door slammed open, nearly hitting Ron on the nose.

Ron opened the cabinet, and there were more than a dozen small drawers inside. He didn't know where to put them, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to open the drawers one by one to find the right space.

When he turned to a certain compartment, he saw a piece of parchment held in a clip, and a line of text on the top made him stop his sight.

"Records of Armenia's Visit to the Old Wizard (Remarks: Werewolf Adventure)."

He skipped another look—

"The story itself is pretty good, except that the main character is an ugly, old Armenian wizard."

There is a small paragraph in the middle that seems to record someone's words, "Yeah, the people in that village are very miserable. They are always facing the threat of werewolves. The original reason is that they killed a wolf cub who attacked the livestock actively. It is really sad. ~"

Ron's heart was pounding, he didn't know why, but he quietly pulled out the middle pages of the document - the top page he didn't dare take.

Lockhart's voice came from afar, "What are you dawdling about?"

"Ma, right now, Professor Lockhart." Ron stuffed the few pages of parchment he had drawn out into his arms, then scattered the letters from readers into three drawers, and hurriedly closed the cabinet.

"Professor, I'll go first." Ron quickly ran out of Lockhart's office.

Along the way, his heart was still beating violently.

When he returned to the common room, there was no one there. He hid in a corner and carefully read the three pieces of parchment he took out from his arms.

After watching it for a while, he was a little confused. Although the content of the story was familiar to him, it was just an ordinary interview.

Did Lockhart still work as a reporter on the side?

Ron returned to the dormitory and saw Harry who had already fallen asleep. He stuffed the parchment into a book at random and fell asleep.

For the next week, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was peaceful and peaceful.

No worries about attacks or exams, the little wizards had a fantastic weekend.

Hermione finally took off her mask. Now she only needs to wear a hat to cover her cat ears. She usually looks the same as normal.

"Lavender thought I had some terminal illness." Hermione gasped for fresh air, her face flushed from the cold, but she had no intention of wearing a scarf.

"Who's Lavender?" Ron asked.

"She's my roommate."

Ron imagined it, and he asked uncertainly, "Is that the girl with freckles?"

"Not her, Ron, I thought you'd remember your fellow Gryffindor wizards," said Hermione sharply.

"I remember, it's just a shame. And do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked rhetorically.

"Of course!"

"So have you spoken to him?"

Hermione shut her mouth tightly.

That night, Felix guides Hermione through the beaded pouch upgrade.

Felix looked at the parchment in his hand with great interest: "Are you going to carve out a space inside? Is it for storing things? It's a good attempt, but the difficulty has also increased accordingly."

"Professor, do you think it can be done at my level?" Hermione asked.

"Well... If you want to do it yourself, at least—" Felix thought for a while, "You also need to study 21 practical runes in a targeted manner, proficiently describe some rune circuits, and some basic alchemy theories .”

"I can make a book list for you."

Felix scribbled down a series of reference books, and the corner of Hermione's mouth suddenly felt bitter...

(End of this chapter)