38 years of past events

This semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts is a magazine celebrity named Gilderoy Lockhart, although Daisy has repeatedly enamored and praised his books, but I don't think so, from the first sight I was very impressed with him. The flashy appearance does not hold any favors.

The bad thing is that as a student I often have to face him all day, sometimes I really blame my father, if he hadn't cast the curse, then maybe Defense Against the Dark Arts would not have encountered such an idiot , than I'd rather put up with Quirrell's weird bad ideas.

"Mr. Randolph, I heard that you got O in every subject, but this is not an excuse for you to miss the class. Now I will test you to see if you are as good as they say."

He interrupted my thinking about Ginny, even though I was a hundred reluctant now, I still had to smile and say to him: "Of course, professor, you can ask whatever you want."

The Slytherin students here began to laugh secretly, because they knew that Lockhart sometimes didn't understand as many things as the students, let alone me who had already eaten the book.

Maybe Lockhart heard the laughter, he looked a little unhappy but said unconvinced: "I know that the person who gets an O must have memorized the books thoroughly, so I have to test your other things such as ...About "Walking with Ghouls", why did I put the piranha at the end?"

"Because Professor, you don't like its taste, and you almost hate the disgusting feeling, but I know that none of these can stop you from defeating them."

"Of course! You know? In the end, I used the flame curse to kill them all. Looking back now, it was really a wonderful scene!"

"So I also think this book is the best one you have ever written."

"What a vision! In fact, I really like this book myself, and I have specially treasured the manuscript. I didn't expect that Mr. Randolph is also a loyal book fan."

"Actually, I've been paying attention to you, Professor."

"I believe, it seems that you are indeed a good boy, at least better than Travers. He doesn't know what color I like."

Daisy asked me after class, "I remember you never read his books, how did you know?"

"Actually, I still don't know what bullshit he wrote, but he likes me to answer him like that, doesn't he?"

I have a set of perfunctory methods to deal with a vain and flashy person like Lockhart. Not to mention that I heard Daisy mention that book, even if I haven't read it, I can still fool him. For my father, because I heard Dumbledore mention that the former Professor Slughorn was very good at this set.

But the trouble with doing so is that he pesters endlessly.Since he thought I was his loyal "book fan", he was almost fanatically immersed in it, and wanted to pull me to discuss writing inspiration with him, so I avoided his travels for a long time, However, until the evening, I could still meet him!What the hell, Merlin!

"Something happened! Something happened! Professor Lockhart, Headmaster Dumbledore told you to go, right now!"

I have never been so grateful to Ravenclaw's Ave Sharman as I am at this moment. If he hadn't barged in, I don't know how long this idiot Lockhart would pester me, and I'm sure I won't be able to bear it anymore. Not the first time the Unforgivable Curse has been used at Hogwarts.

"Calm down, Ave Sharman, there is nothing Lockhart can't solve. Seeing how flustered you are, maybe you should really learn Slytherin etiquette."

"Professor, I'm sorry, but this is the meaning of Headmaster Dumbledore, you have to go over."

"Okay, can you tell me what happened to make you so flustered first?"

"Mrs. Norris has had an accident."

"Who?"

"I mean Mr. Filch's cat died, the Norris cat died."

"Hahaha..." In fact, not only Lockhart laughed, but all the Slytherin students who heard the news also laughed.

"I always thought that Ravenclaw's students were the most knowledgeable and intelligent, but you came here to tell me this. Dumbledore really made a big fuss when a cat died."

"No, it's not that simple. Someone left blood on the wall. It was a vicious curse. I saw it with my own eyes."

"It's nothing to be surprised about. Maybe it's some student's joke. I like to do it when I was in school. I guess it might be at night, right?" After he finished speaking, everyone laughed again.

"This is not a joke, professor, it says: The secret chamber has been opened, and the descendants of the enemy beware."

"The offspring of what enemy, what does that mean?"

"I don't know either, but they all said..." Ave Sharman hesitated a bit, and I later found out that he was also of mixed blood, "They all said that this is for students of Muggle descent."

Obviously, this sentence caused a commotion among the students in the lounge, and at this moment, something important flashed through my mind, but the thought was too fast for me to grasp.

"Professor, I think since Principal Dumbledore has said it, it should not be a simple matter. I think it's best to take a look."

"Of course, Randolph, even if you don't say I will, I was much better than this when I defeated the ghoul, and I'm just learning about the situation now, are you right, Ave Sharman? "

I followed Lockhart to the scene, and the first thing I saw when I looked up was the blood on the wall, just like Ave Sharman said, it was a curse about the mudblood.

By the way, I also met Harry, but he and his friends seemed to be in some trouble, and Draco from the Malfoy family was also on the side, but he was relatively relaxed, and even had a bit of gloating .

"Dear Dumbledore, hello, what happened when you called me in such a hurry?"

"Lockhart, come and judge me, Harry, it's Harry Potter, he murdered Mrs Norris." It was Filch, the school administrator, who was very excited and couldn't wait to catch Lockhart. Special, it seems that he can be counted on to recognize the murderer at a glance.

"I didn't! I said I didn't do it!"

"Be quiet, none of us can make a decision before the matter is clarified. Filch, calm down too." Dumbledore stopped the endless quarrel.

"Isn't it just a cat? Well, let me take a look. In fact, I have encountered many such cases. It is not difficult to find the murderer. Besides, looking at its stiff death, it may be tortured by magic... "

Filch howled even harder, and the screaming was almost too much for me. "Mr. Filch, you should be quiet, maybe it's not dead yet."

"What did you say, Randolph?" Lockhart looked at me amusedly. He didn't believe what I said, because who made himself an idiot.

"Mrs. Norris isn't dead? But she's not moving at all now." Filch asked, looking at me after his piercing wailing.

"Maybe it's just frozen. Look at the cat hanging upright, stiff and motionless. It doesn't look like a killing curse. Besides, who would be so bored to use a powerful killing curse to kill a cat?" cats, so it could only be some other magic or spell." But I had a hunch it must be dark magic too, though I didn't say that.

"Lockhart, would you mind borrowing your office?"

"When... of course, you are the principal."

Later Daisy said that Lockhart actually didn't want to agree to Dumbledore, because he always felt that Mrs. Norris was dead, and a dead cat would ruin his good luck for the day.

Dumbledore put the cat on Lockhart's desk, examined it carefully, and concluded that he pushed the old glasses, looked at me and said, "Randolph, you are right, It's still alive, it's just frozen."

"Look, I'll say we didn't do it, at least we haven't learned the chapter on the Freezing Curse yet." The red-haired Wesley said angrily to Filch.

"That must have something to do with you too, don't think I don't know, you hate Norris to death, how much trouble your stubborn and restless characters have caused the school, and Norris can find out every time, so you want to murder her !"

"You are so unreasonable!" Harry retorted angrily to Filch, while looking at me and Dumbledore worriedly. He hoped that I could find more favorable evidence for him, and at the same time, he also hoped that Dumbledore would always Don't take Filch's word for it either.

"Filch, listen to me, I believe it was definitely not Potter who did it. According to my judgment, this should belong to the category of black magic, and it can only be done by using advanced black magic, and Mr. Potter is far away. It's far from reaching this point." After finishing speaking, Dumbledore turned his head and looked at me deliberately, "What do you say? Randolph, you are an excellent student at Hogwarts, and you have the right to speak."

Harry's eyes were full of expectation, he hoped that I could help him, he didn't want to be expelled from school, and maybe Dumbledore was just testing me, maybe he thought I did it.

I thought for a while, and felt that it was not a wise choice to confront him now, so: "I also believe in Mr. Potter."

Filch was almost desperate, he shouted angrily: "You must have been deceived by this kid! He can speak Parseltongue, so he hates Muggles!" Filch's expression became more and more sad, almost crying Come out, "He also...hates me, he knows I'm a Squib..."

"Filch, don't talk nonsense, who told you this?" He mentioned a sensitive word, and Dumbledore stopped him.

right!Parseltongue, only Dumbledore knows that I can speak Parseltongue in Hogwarts, and now there is another Harry Potter.

But before that, I really didn't know that Harry Potter could also speak Parseltongue. It seems that this time things are not as simple as I thought.

"By the way, Snape, you came just in time. I think you have something to do. You have to develop a potion for thawing. Something happened."

The old bat, whom I haven't seen for a while, is still so annoying. When he came, he first glanced at the cat, and then turned his head to look at me. He never made any comments, but no one knew what he was thinking at the moment , Maybe he also thought I did it, who made me the son of the Dark Lord.

"I know, I will find a way as soon as possible."

"Okay, it's getting late, kids, it's time for you to rest, everyone, let's go, the school will deal with the specifics of this matter."

Dumbledore dismissed everyone, the students began to leave one after another, and I was about to leave, but at this moment:

tear him apart...kill him...

kill...it's time...kill...

Don't hesitate... come on...

That hoarse voice was vicious, and echoed in the corridor coldly, as if it was chilling to the bone.

"Voice! I hear it again!"

"Okay, stop messing around, Harry, we've had enough bad luck today."

"Hermione, Ron, I really didn't lie to you, someone is talking!"

"I believe you, Harry," I echoed the boy behind him because I heard it too.

"Sir, do you mean you believe me?" He was surprised with some disbelief, and then he said, "Maybe you can't hear it as much as they do, but, sir, you are always helping me, in my I really don't know how to thank you when I needed help the most."

"I said earlier that it is my honor to help the Savior. If you need any help in the future, I will definitely be obliged to do so."

"Actually, I'm not as great as they say. You are still a prefect of Slytherin and a very good student. In fact, I still hope that I can be as great as you."

Oh, Merlin, what are you kidding, the savior is learning from the Dark Lord's son, this must be the funniest thing in the world.

"Harry, why don't you go to rest?" Dumbledore's voice sounded behind him. It turned out that he hadn't left. "Go to rest, I just have a few words to say to Randolph."

"Then good night, principal, good night, sir." There were some things that Dumbledore didn't want him to know, so he left consciously.

"Is Headmaster Dumbledore afraid that I'll eat him?" I laughed at his approach. He watched me talk to Harry from a distance, which made me very uncomfortable.

"No, I'm never worried because I know you won't do that yet."

"Of course, aren't you still here? How could that be?"

"How are you doing recently? I heard from the teachers of various subjects that they expressed their confidence in your participation in the assessment of the ultimate wizard."

"Of course, this is the last school year. But Headmaster Dumbledore didn't come here just to tell me these things, did he?"

"Time flies so fast, it's already the seventh year," he said with a rare sigh, and then continued: "Some things have happened in school recently, in fact, whether they have anything to do with you or not, until now, I I don't want to say anything more."

"Of course, you've said enough over the past six years."

"You're right, I've said enough. Your father is the biggest mistake in my life, so I have always been very careful about you. I don't want you to become the second mistake. "

"If it refers to this matter, I said I didn't do it. I'm not so bored to attack a cat. You can't think it's me because of my father."

"No, I think you should know that I'm not referring to this matter, I mean, in the future, just like Randolph, can you guarantee that the Philosopher's Stone incident has nothing to do with you? Do you walk your father's path and make the right choice? I'm sorry, I can't take this as an easy thing to do, in fact I'm worried. Seven years, I've said enough .”

"Maybe you are worrying too much, principal. Who can say what will happen in the future. But I will try my best to become an excellent wizard."

"Your father was so confident back then..." He didn't go on, but I knew what he meant.

Sometimes I also wonder what kind of position my father held in Dumbledore's heart during his whole life of teaching. Did he ever show a little bit of love in those years, just like he did to Harry.There is no doubt that I have no way of knowing the answer, nor can I ask any of them, but I know that Dumbledore must have been an important presence in my father's life.

"Since you distrust me so much, why don't you tell Harry that I am the son of the Dark Lord, the son of the murderer of his parents."

"You still don't understand." He looked at me, his eyes seemed to tell me something from the heart, "Do you remember what I said to you when I first met you? I said that God has given everyone Life is fair, and no one wants to live in hatred. In fact, this is what I have always wanted to tell you. Don’t let your father’s hatred become your hatred. Similarly, in Harry’s heart, you are still the one he has to learn And the goal of working hard, an excellent senior, I don't want to shatter this dream, so I hope you can do the same, let go of those meaningless things in the past, your father is your father, and you are you. Can recognize Only those who purify and liberate themselves can obtain eternal happiness."

Dumbledore brought up that topic that I have always hated and couldn't avoid. Compared with him, I don't like this topic, and I even hate talking about it. I replied impatiently, "Okay, headmaster, I said earlier No one can know what will happen after that, it's getting late, I should go to rest, good night, principal."

"Son, I have given you all the advice I have given you in the past seven years, but I still hope you can remember some, no matter what happens in the future, at least you can remember." His voice penetrated the corridor, in the After turning around, I remembered.

At that time, I dismissed it, but it was not until many years later that I began to understand that it was Dumbledore's last helplessness as a teacher.Maybe he finally understood that he was a good wizard, but not a successful teacher, he shaped my father's mistakes, and he couldn't save me from the darkness of mistakes, which is so for a teacher sad and hopeless...

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

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