Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

Dumbledore sat in a chair with his eyes drooped, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"What are you waiting for, Dumbledore? This is a major matter related to the safety of Hogwarts." Ms. Delise Derwent said.

"I think Ms. Derwent is right, but where is the secret room hidden? When I was the principal, I searched the school several times and couldn't find it. Should I say it is worthy of Slytherin?" Evra said.

"Dumbledore, this is my request, don't let Hogwarts fall into the panic of the Chamber of Secrets. I...I..." Mr. Armando Dippet actually started crying as he spoke.

He regarded the secret room incident as a disgrace to his career as a principal, and it was precisely because of that secret room incident that he resigned.

"Okay, the time is set for this Saturday. We will spend a day to search the castle again. Then let the little wizards stay in the dormitory, which will give them time to do their homework." Dumbledore pondered. After a while, he said.

"I will ask the house elves to help then." Considering that several professors needed to prepare lessons on weekends and time was a bit tight, Dumbledore also brought the house elves in.

"This is the best." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what the result is, a thorough investigation can at least put people at ease.

"Ah, by the way, Mr. Principal." An annoying voice sounded in the principal's room, attracting the attention of several deans and Dumbledore.

"I noticed that everyone seems to be a little nervous. How about I organize a duel club? I happen to be the professor who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts. I will teach the students some practical spells for their hands, which will also make everyone relaxed. some."

As Lockhart spoke, he also paid attention to showing a warm smile.

The four deans looked at their noses with their eyes, and their noses looked at their hearts, without moving at all. They were completely uninterested in the dueling club proposed by Lockhart. To be precise, they hated Lockhart, this annoying guy.

But Lockhart kept talking, telling Dumbledore the advantages of holding a dueling club.

"Okay, okay, you can just take care of this matter." Dumbledore picked his ears and said helplessly.

He now felt that his ears were hurting.

"I believe those boys and girls will scream with excitement when they hear the news." Lockhart laughed.

"By the way, I also need an assistant. You know, I have to set an example for the children. I can't just rely on explanations, right? I mean, at least let them know what to do."

As he spoke, Lockhart glanced at the four deans one by one.

Professor McGonagall? No, no, she is a master of transfiguration, and I heard she was an Auror before.

Professor Flitwick? Lockhart gave up the idea immediately.

He came from Ravenclaw Academy, so he naturally knew how powerful his dean was. That was the champion of the duel competition, and he was still teaching the Charms class at Hogwarts. Merlin knew how strong Professor Flitwick was now.

Professor Sprout? No, the professor seems to be happy with everyone all day long. If I accidentally hurt her, it will affect my image in the hearts of the little wizards.

Lockhart looked around, and only Professor Snape agreed with him the most.

The Potions Professor has taught for so many years, and has probably forgotten most of his actual combat experience. Moreover, he has a bad reputation among students. Only by knocking him to the ground can he gain more cheers.

Lockhart nodded with satisfaction and said to Dumbledore: "I think Dean Snape is good, but I don't know if Dean Snape is willing."

Just now, Lockhart's blatant look at several professors had caused their displeasure, especially Snape.

Damn bugs, disgusting hypocrisy. That's what Snape thought at the time.

Snape was a little surprised when he heard Lockhart's words. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Lockhart, with no trace of happiness or anger in his cold eyes.

But anyone who knew Snape well knew that at this time, Snape probably couldn't help but take action.

In fact, Snape's hand had quietly touched the handle of his wand.

"How about it, Professor Snape? Don't worry, I will be merciful. I am just setting an example for the children. There will be no danger."

Lockhart smiled at Snape, acting harmless.

After all, if Snape refused, where would he find such a good "model"?

Snape's hand has let go of the wand. He is no longer angry at all, because if you get angry with a fool, you will become a fool yourself over time.

He simply turned around and looked at the Sorting Hat on the small stool, ignoring Lockhart.

But how could Lockhart miss such a good opportunity and continued: "Hey, Professor Snape, it's all for the sake of the children. You won't refuse, right? Think about it, if you win ( The word "defeat" here seems to have the same meaning), what a great honor that would be. When the time comes, you can publish a book called "The Me Who Defeated Lockhart", and you will definitely be able to transfer a large amount of galleons. That’s much better than you messing around with these bottles and jars.”

"Respectable and clean," Lockhart added.

Snape turned his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at Lockhart, as if he was looking at a strange thing.

"Then... I agreed. I hope Professor Lockhart will show mercy when the time comes." Snape said, but anyone could hear the coldness and murderous intent in his tone.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." After saying that, he turned around and left, snorting coldly as he passed by Lockhart.

Damn bedbug, how should I deal with him then? A death curse? The Imperius Curse? The Cruciatus Curse?

Or tear him apart and let him explode into several pieces in front of you?

Or should I let him try my new potion?

As Snape walked, he kept thinking about how he should "deal with" this annoying bug that jumped around.

Lockhart looked at Snape leaving and smiled with satisfaction. He seemed to have seen the scene when he accepted the cheers of the young wizards.

"Then I'll go get ready first." Lockhart also smiled and left the principal's office.

The other three deans and Professor Dumbledore were constantly communicating with their eyes.

"Why would someone rush to die?" Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Flitwick.

"Is this the kind of person who comes out of Ravenclaw?" Sprout looked at Professor Flitwick.

"Don't you say that Ravenclaws are all smart people?" Dumbledore looked at Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick: I don't know either.