Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

Claire said that she had no more information about the group of French people. On the other hand, Mason's warning made Gray more vigilant. He stopped asking around for the whereabouts of the group of people to prevent himself from being exposed.

Snape prepared the potion. After Hermione and Mrs. Norris's hands and feet gradually became soft and could move, Ms. Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief. The two "long-term patients" who had been lying in the school hospital in the past few days finally recovered. Discharged.

Some students were not relieved because Filch's good helper Mrs. Norris was back.

Filch was extremely excited when he learned that the potion was successfully made. Although the attacker had been found long ago, his enthusiasm for arresting students and putting them in solitary confinement had not diminished at all.

"You are finished! My precious cat is back! I will catch all of you naughty and bad students to do hard labor!" He yelled at a group of students.

Finally, with tears in his eyes, he went to the school hospital to pick up his cat and take it home. Under the careful care of Madam Pomfrey, Madam Norris's hair became smooth and shiny. For the first time, Gray felt that the cat was a little cute.

But there is something even more exciting for everyone. Hermione is back with everyone.

Harry and Ron were very happy to see their good friend Hermione back. Gray often saw the Iron Triangle when he walked in the school and heard the two of them telling Hermione the ins and outs of the Chamber of Secrets incident and Lockhart. How to torment everyone on Valentine's Day - Of course, this little girl felt very sorry for missing such an important holiday.

"I didn't get around to sending Lockhart a card," Hermione said.

"I think it doesn't matter to him anytime you send it," Ron said a little unhappy, "He's eager to do it."

After a morning of classes, Gray reminded everyone that it was time to start preparing for the exam.

"Exam?" Seamus 61 Finnigan screamed.

"But -" Ron said with a grimace, "don't you think we have been through some rough times this semester?"

Gray sighed. Compared with the successive attacks that were supposed to occur, the actual experience now is much less - the secret room incident was solved early.Even though Dumbledore was temporarily dismissed from his post in the original work, wasn't it still said that he would have to take the exam?

"The matter of the Chamber of Secrets was resolved a few months ago, Weasley." Gray said, "And overall, it doesn't seem to have affected classes, right? Every class is at the pace it should be taught."

"That's really hard to say," Harry muttered.

But Hermione on the side nodded in agreement. She completely agreed with the professor's statement.

"You've been sleeping for such a long time, and you haven't been able to go to class in the meantime, and now you still think your progress is okay?" Ron felt incredible.

"I already read it once during the vacation," Hermione patted the textbook, "I'm reviewing it for the eighth time now."

"How many times?!" Ron's eyes almost popped out.

After class, the students left the classroom one after another, but Harry and Ron were still sitting in his seat, picking up their things.Gray stood by the podium and sorted the stones. He glanced at them briefly and saw that they were both putting away the quills, ink and parchment on the table. During this period, he looked back from time to time to see if the classroom was empty.

"Is there something you don't understand about knowledge?" Gray asked.

Harry grabbed the rest of the stationery on the table and stuffed it into his schoolbag, and then walked up to him. Ron slung his schoolbag over his shoulders and followed him. After they walked in front of Gray, they looked at each other.

"Professor, I would like to ask you to help us." Harry stretched out his hand and began to help Gray arrange the stones.

"What happened?" Gray didn't stop sorting the stones. Compared with fighting Voldemort or the group of mysterious French people, the various questions raised by the students were not a big deal at all.

"Can you..." Harry looked at him, "Can you talk to Professor Lockhart and ask him to teach us something practical - at least don't ask me to go up and perform with you."

"Professor Lockhart?"

"Professor Lockhart has always regarded the classroom as a stage for his performances," said Ron, "and he is keen to attract students to cooperate with him. I don't even want to go to class. Apart from not letting the elves out, I have learned nothing from him. to anything.”

"If this continues, I think our exams will be over." Harry said, "Let alone considering choosing elective courses for next year, I guess it won't be our turn in the third grade and we will repeat the grade directly."

Gray then remembered that Lockhart was now close to having a safe school year, but what would Lupine do then?He couldn't help but glance at Harry, who was lowering his head to help sort the stones into boxes by size.However, Lockhart has been showing up less and less recently, and he no longer gives all kinds of well-intentioned advice to others in the faculty office. Who knows what he is doing now?

"And Hermione is so fascinated by him," Ron complained indignantly. His schoolbag was slung on his shoulders, and the collar of his robe had been pulled asymmetrically. "I don't understand how she has the patience to listen carefully. ."

"You should have a good relationship with Professor Lockhart, Professor," Harry said cautiously. "I see that he often talks to you... so..."

"I don't think he has as good a relationship with him as the professor." Ron said, "But you will still give us a few words, right? Please -"

"Okay, I will talk to him." Gray stacked several wooden boxes with stones on top of each other. "But there is no guarantee that he will make changes."

"Great!" The two looked at each other and smiled, "There is hope!"

"Goodbye! Professor Morris!" Harry and Ron helped put the boxes of stones on the shelves in the classroom, and then left the classroom happily.

"I knew Professor Morris would help us... every time..." Gray heard Ron say, who had just walked away.

……

When Gray was walking in the corridor on the third floor, two owls flew over his head. To be honest, when he saw the owls now, he would wonder if another anonymous package had been delivered.

When he was almost walking to Lockhart's office, another owl flew by. Its big wings flapped and dropped a few feathers.

"Damn owl!" Filch stood in the corridor, holding a broom in one hand and a mop in the other. He raised his head and cursed at the owl, and then continued to clean.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Filch." Gray greeted him as he passed by. "Where do you get so many owls? I already met three when I just passed by."

"Oh, it's you, Maurice, hello." Filch stopped what he was doing. When he saw that it was Gray, he calmed down the dissatisfaction on his face, "Those owls? Are they all looking for Professor Lockhart, who gets dozens of letters a day, but these owls are making the corridors terribly dirty!"

Gray looked at the specks of owl excrement on the ground, some with feathers still attached to them. Another owl flew by and stirred up a gust of wind. Filch hurriedly used a broom handle to sweep up the feathers of various colors into a pile, but it was too late. Taking a step forward, the pile of feathers was blown and scattered throughout the corridor.

"Damn owl!" Filch chased after him with a broom.

Gray knocked on the door.

"Come in!" said Lockhart.

Gray opened the door, and several portraits of Lockhart hanging on the wall, applying facial masks, silently covered their faces and walked out of the frame and disappeared.

"It's you, Gray!" Lockhart smiled as he sorted the letters on the table. "Uh - what's the matter?"

"Oh, I just came here to sit with you," Gray sat down on a small purple sofa next to him, but it seemed that Lockhart was not willing to let him stay here any longer.

"Understood, let's chat -" Lockhart forced a smile, "What would you like to drink?"

At this time, there was a rustling sound outside the door.

"What's the sound?" Gray stood up and prepared to open the door.

"Nothing!" Lockhart called him.

"Are you sure?" Gray pointed at them, "I heard movement outside the door -"

"Oh, that's the school wild cat!" Lockhart pulled Gray back and said helplessly, "Oh! It comes to cause trouble here from time to time!"

Gray glanced at the door suspiciously.

"Black tea or wine?" Lockhart said enthusiastically, "I know you like to drink sherry. If I knew you were coming back in advance, I would definitely prepare some."

"Have a cup of tea, thank you."

"No problem, that's what I think too!" Lockhart waved his wand, and a light green teapot with gold rims floated up, and he poured tea into two cups. "But I think you don't just want to come to my place to drink tea - "

"Actually, I'm asking you about the exam. I heard that you..." Gray took a sip of tea and said, "You often give lectures in the form of performances, but it seems that some students have a problem."