Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 142 The World Where Only Lockhart Was Hurt
Perhaps in the future, the new edition of "Hogwarts - A School History" will add a biography about 1992, recording some things about the newly appointed black arts professor and two lawless Hufflepuff students.

But that's something later, Harry and Rove, who played a big game in class, are not in a good situation at the moment. The difference in front of them is Dumbledore, who has a calm face but always feels a little bit like laughing. Professor McGonagall, who pursed his lips tightly and looked serious, and Professor Sprout, who always smiled at people, but at the moment also imitated Professor McGonagall with a sullen face.

It is estimated that few young wizards will be able to personally experience the three trials presided over by the principal, vice-principal, and the dean of the college.

"Anything to say, Mr Potter, and Mr Scamander?"

"Today is the first day of school! How dare you make such a mess!" Professor McGonagall sternly reached out and patted the table. Make trouble! And scared Professor Lockhart out!"

"Pomona." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, and she turned to look at Professor Sprout, "They are students of your college, so let you deal with them."

"That's true." Professor Sprout nodded seriously, and gave the two of them a very serious and majestic look, but different from the seriousness of her expression, there was actually no blame in her eyes.

Professor Sprout is a benevolent and optimistic person, but the most important point is that she unabashedly favors her own students, which is very similar to Snape, except that she is also very good to students from other colleges. In class, as long as she didn't make trouble intentionally, she never deducted points casually.

"It's a serious mistake, and I hope you two realize it, but I want to hear more if you realize where you went wrong."

"Mr Scamander, you go first."

Rove, who was named, straightened his back and said solemnly: "I shouldn't have told Professor Lockhart that I would hear wolves howling at night. I made it up. It's wrong to tell lies, Professor. I can Apologies to Professor Lockhart, there are really no wolves howling at Hogwarts at night, and besides, there was not a full moon last night, and the full moon will be next week."

"You..." Professor Sprout paused, she seemed to be holding back something, but finally waved her hand and called Harry's name, "What about you, Mr. Potter."

I am very sorry for this accident, Professor. "

Harry spoke in a low voice, with sincerity in his voice, and looked up into Professor Sprout's eyes.

"Although there were some accidents in this incident, I don't think I did anything wrong. I helped Professor Lockhart complete his teaching goal - the correct way to deal with werewolves, at least Professor Lockhart think it's right."

"Correct?" Professor McGonagall frowned in some doubts, as if she didn't understand what Harry meant.

"Ah, this." Harry scratched his head, "The first thing Professor Lockhart did when he woke up was to tell us that the most effective way to deal with a werewolf is to pretend to be dead. Werewolves won't bite you."

"That's what he said."

Harry cleared his throat and imitated Lockhart's tone and said:
"Having fainted? How could I have fainted!"

"When facing werewolves, it is the worst choice for little wizards like you to fight recklessly with them, so here I want to teach you the most effective way to deal with werewolves, and that is to play dead!"

"Werewolves don't bite dead prey, and they generally don't eat people."

"I think no one should have noticed that I was pretending in my wonderful demonstration just now, right! Pretending to be dead is the best way for little wizards like you to face werewolves. When they leave, you can be safe Get away."

"Professor Lockhart added ten points to me." Harry smiled funnyly, and spread his hands to show his innocence. "Professor Lockhart was not fainted by me. He was just giving us a lesson."

Professor Sprout, who had turned his head away, shrugged his shoulders and kept shaking. Dumbledore also cast his eyes out of the window, as if a flying saucer was about to pass by in the clear space outside, and he looked carefully.

Professor McGonagall used great perseverance to keep herself from laughing in front of the students, but the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her current mood.

"is that so."

She barely controlled her expression, "It seems that there is a little misunderstanding here?"

"Yes, there are indeed some small misunderstandings."

Harry answered solemnly, without the slightest hint of guilt on his face.

"Okay then." She nodded to Harry, then looked at Rove aside.

"Mr. Scamander, lying is a bad act. I hope you will start to correct your mistakes today."

"Pomona, you should still be short of manpower, right?" Professor McGonagall nudged Professor Sprout, who almost let out a laugh, with his elbow.

"Yes, yes. Yes, Minerva." Professor Sprout wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and then nodded, "Mr. Scamander, then you can come to the greenhouse this week to help, six in the afternoon From 15:[-] to [-]:[-], NO.[-] Greenhouse."

The wide-eyed Rove opened his mouth innocently. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he could only watch the two professors leave the room. The No.15 greenhouse is next to the dragon dung composting tank. Do not need to say more.

"Be honest and be lenient, and sit in prison."

Harry patted Rove on the shoulder and shook his head slightly.

"I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore, you go to the auditorium and help me get a seat."

"Oh"

Luo Fu, who was drooping his brows, dragged his legs away in a lifeless manner. He smelled like feces at the beginning of school. This semester is really a good start.

"Thank you for adding some fun to our boring study life, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Harry spoke politely, while Dumbledore, who was sitting across from him, was stuffing a piece of sweet taffy into his mouth.

"You and Gail really are..." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, "you really have the same bad taste, you can't rub the sand in your eyes."

"Maybe I think it's rude to let a clown waste an entire school's time for a whole year."

"Should this be considered a timely stop loss?"

Harry was very relaxed when chatting with Dumbledore. Although a few months ago, he pointed the ebony wood at Dumbledore's head, but that was a thing of the past. The old man, he won't take the little offense of his little brat to heart.

"The school can't find a serious professor to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"If there was one, I wouldn't choose him either." Dumbledore pushed the sugar bowl in front of Harry, which contained colorful and different flavors of toffee, "Try a new product? Honeydukes' new one that hasn't been released yet." Taste, sandwich."

"Thank you, but it's too sweet, I can't get used to it."

Harry declined Dumbledore's offer, he was really not interested in sweets.

"If there is no candidate, why don't you consider this person?"

Harry is not happy to let Lockhart continue to waste everyone's time with Hogwarts. Although he can learn something by himself, after all, magic is an empirical subject, and many knowledge cannot be obtained by reading books. Those who come to learn, such as spells, without the guidance of Professor Flitwick, can only master three to five points at most according to the textbook. The difference between the pheasant wizard and the wizard from the regular school is simply cloud and mud.

"Who?"

"Remus Lupine, my father's best friend, Godfather Snape and my father have a bad relationship, but when he mentions my father's companions, he is the only one who doesn't feel too bad. Mr. Lupine is a A very capable person."

"Remus is indeed excellent and capable, but he may not be suitable for Hogwarts now."

Dumbledore spoke meaningfully.

"I don't care about werewolves, and I'll try to make other students not mind his exposed identity."

"Godfather Snape will help improve Wolfsbane Potion. I talked to him about it before the holiday."

"It seems that you have been prepared for a long time?" Dumbledore's eyes showed a look of interest, Harry seemed to have known that Lockhart was an idiot?
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position at Hogwarts is already notorious." Harry spread his hands, "After a good teacher like Professor Grindelwald leaves, the chances of finding a suitable teacher are certainly not high. No need to guess, right?"

Dumbledore nodded knowingly. Such keen observation and prescient analysis are indeed very similar to Grindelwald.

"I will write to him, but it may take a week to prepare, and he is a little bit out of control now."

"Then I'll go to the Cairngorms some time, and Fox can lend me, Professor?"

"Are you going to find Fenrir Greyback?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly. The last werewolf attack happened in Scotland, and the Cairngorm Mountains are the most likely location for Fenrir. .

"Well, it can be regarded as an explanation to Professor Lupine. I need to let Hagrid accompany me. It's safer that way."

Harry smiled. Although he likes adventure and hunting, the old hunter does not fight unprepared. As the most notorious werewolf, Fenrir cannot be compared with ordinary werewolves. As a blood'werewolf, he is also contagious to a certain extent, and his degree of wolf-likeness is very high. Even in human form, part of his body has been alienated.

"Then I can rest assured that when you are ready, just call Fox's name, he can hear it anytime."

"Now, I need to talk to Professor Lockhart about the breach of contract. It's not cheap to buy a whole set of his autobiography. As the headmaster, I need to be responsible to all students in the school."

Dumbledore, who looked like a good old man, was also heartbroken. It was estimated that Grindelwald had been together for too long, and he was also very comfortable with the crisp and clean cutting.

Harry didn't bother to care about Lockhart's ruin, after all, it had nothing to do with him, did it.

In a world where only Lockhart is injured, everyone is having a good time.

(End of this chapter)