[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Harry crouched down and pulled the Ravenclaw diadem from Professor Lockhart's hand.A purse that had been cast with the Untraceable Stretch Charm was hanging on Professor Lockhart's wrist, and several dusty gemstones fell out of the unsealed opening, returning to its original place.

Apparently, before that, Professor Lockhart was collecting treasures from the Room of Requirement.

"Should I do this?" Harry asked Tom.In fact, he already had a plan in mind, but he wanted to hear Tom's suggestion even more.

The thinking of adult wizards tends to be more mature, and Tom's advice has helped him a lot, such as Aunt Petunia's family, where he lives very comfortably now, such as Aunt Maggie, who no longer dares to say anything about Harry's parents. A bad word.

"Kill him!" Tom's voice came to mind, Harry had never heard Tom speak in such a cold tone, "Use the Killing Curse I taught you, Harry—"

"Tom, do you know what you're talking about?" Harry asked in disbelief.

He came here today only because Tom said that the Chamber of Secrets might have been opened by someone who owned Ravenclaw's crown, and Ravenclaw's crown just happened to contain energy that could alleviate his weak state.

The small bottle of soul potion is too small, it is far from enough to restore Tom...

"It was he who opened the Chamber of Secrets, Harry," Tom bewitched. "He has the Ravenclaw diadem."

"No, he didn't do it," Harry defended Professor Lockhart. "You saw that too, Tom. He's just been crowned."

Tom was silent. When he knew that the chamber of secrets had been opened, his first reaction was to check whether the Horcrux was still there. The timing of this blond man's appearance was too suspicious, and he probably knew the inside story.

Tom had decided he was the Dark Lord's henchman, just like Quirrell had been last year.

He couldn't sense the existence of the main soul, maybe it was another horcrux. The solar eclipse seven years ago made him conscious, so there was no guarantee that other horcruxes would not have the same mutation as him.

But he couldn't explain the inside story to Harry clearly. If he knew too much, Harry would have doubts about him.

He still needs Harry's help, and now is not the time to turn his face.

This man, it's better to happen here by chance...

otherwise--

"Okay, Harry. If it's your decision—" Tom passed the thought, soft and without any killing intent.

The boy's will is too strong, he can't fully control him yet, but soon, if he absorbs the soul piece in Ravenclaw's diadem, he will have enough power...

"Everything is empty."

Harry cast a spell on Gilderoy Lockhart. It is better to forget about today. He took the Ravenclaw crown, hoping to help Tom recover as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart." Harry Potter dragged Lockhart out of the Room of Requirement with great difficulty. The weight of an adult man was a little bit reluctant for a 12-year-old child.

"Hang on, I'll get you to the door of the medical wing—"

Gilderoy Lockhart let him manipulate unconsciously, his golden wavy curls and emerald green robes were stained with bright red blood...

Early the next morning, when the little snakes went to class with a series of Lockhart's books, their headmaster, Severus Snape, appeared in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with the bell ringing.

"I'm sorry to tell you that Professor Lockhart can't come to class for the time being." Professor Snape's words made the girls who managed to grab the front row seats complain.But what he was going to say next made the whole classroom quiet.

"Professor Lockhart was attacked last night—"

"Merlin!" Before he finished speaking, the little snakes exclaimed.Just got out of the Chamber of Secrets yesterday, Professor Lockhart was attacked again today, is Hogwarts' Halloween cursed?They still remember the troll incident last year.

"How could this be? Professor Lockhart is a Slytherin..." Draco said in surprise.According to their analysis yesterday, the one who will be attacked next time should be a bitch wizard, and Professor Lockhart is a pure-blood, so his attack is really surprising.

"Quiet! Let's start the class, put your textbooks aside, Miss Burst, what are you flipping through?" Snape quickly glanced at the book in her hand, and said ironically, "Put it aside, And don't let me say it again, stuff like Walking with Trolls just makes your brains as dumb as trolls."

"Professor Snape!" A beautiful girl bravely raised her hands against the pressure, "I want to know how Lockhart is, I mean is he seriously injured? It's the same as Mrs. Norris yesterday— —”

"Enough!" Snape's pressure made the girl shudder, and she didn't have the courage to say any more, but the meaning she wanted to express was already very clear.

Professor Snape scanned the room sullenly, most of them looked eager to know.His mouth was pursed into a line, and his black robe rolled to the front of the podium.

"I can't die—" he said casually, and started today's lesson.

"Stupid..." Igil heard Pansy grunt softly, half of her face was hidden in the unfolded fan.Obscure.I don't know if this word refers to the girl who wanted to dig information from Professor Snape, or the person who tried to get Professor Lockhart.

Igil rested his chin on the desk. There were too many doubts about the attack on Professor Lockhart. If it was done by the "heir", no matter how you think about it, it would be harmful.

What if he didn't do it?

The corner of Igil's mouth drew a charming arc. Now that the information is unclear, it is not appropriate to draw a conclusion early.

If it wasn't for that "heir".

Means his enemy, adding another...

Igil sighed while lying on the desk, why did he think about these problems here, obviously he just came to Hogwarts to study.

Dad was right, the more you know, the more you think.

This is the so-called growing pains...

During the lunch break, Pansy came out of the medical wing and returned to the Slytherin common room.She proudly fanned the small lace fan bordered by gold thread, and it was obvious that the result was remarkable.

"How's the inquiry? Pansy." Blaise graciously opened the seat for her. Pansy sighed and sat down as a lady.

"Poor Professor Lockhart—"

"Don't hold your breath, Pansy." Draco gave her a blank look, Igil snapped his fingers, and a glass of freshly squeezed juice appeared in front of Pansy.He ordered the house elf Dole to prepare this, and the little snakes like Slytherin already knew of its existence.The kid Draco bragged about the fruit pudding he made.

"Professor Lockhart has come to his senses, he is not petrified." Pansy took a sip of the juice and looked at Igil enviously.The school doesn't let students bring house-elves, and Igil's elf is an exception.

it was at school before

"Professor Lockhart was scratched on the face by a black magic prop. He entered the hospital wing because he couldn't stop the bleeding, but he's fine now. Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are very good."

"I was hurt by a black magic prop!" Draco's tone was full of sympathy, "That's not disfigurement, the damage caused by black magic is difficult to remove." It's a pity that it is rare for someone to pursue the godfather.

"Professor Lockhart won't be disfigured!" Pansy tapped her fan on the table a few times, expressing her dissatisfaction. "Professor Lockhart took a few days off work and didn't worry about the injury on his face at all. He must be sure to heal it. After all, he has experienced so many things, and he has written them into books."

"So, our Professor Lockhart is more connotative than he shows..." Igil pursed his lips and laughed. "Who hurt our charming Professor Lockhart? Pansy." The development of things seems to be different from what was expected.

Pansy's smile faded from her face. "I don't know—" she said.

The expressions of the little snakes froze.

"Didn't you catch it?"

"No, Professor Lockhart didn't say anything." Pansy regretted that it was too much for someone to have the heart to cut Professor Lockhart's face.

"Couldn't it be the dean who did it," Blaise guessed wildly. Since Professor Lockhart didn't say anything, the inside story became intriguing. "Professor Snape hates people mentioning shampoo to him the most, and Professor Lockhart is so Passionate about selling."

He's not trying to sell shampoo!The little snakes exchanged glances. They thought Crabbe and Goyle were the only ones in Slytherin who couldn't see it, but Blaise was so slow.

"Normal men wouldn't do things like cut their faces," Draco defended his godfather with a black face. "I think it's a girl's hand."

"No way!" Pansy almost jumped up, "Which girl would have the heart to do such a cruel thing to Professor Lockhart! It's not a bloody novel to deal with a rival in love."

Pansy's words made everyone suddenly enlightened.

"Ellie Windsor!" The little snakes almost spoke in unison.Anyone with a discerning eye could see that girl's feelings for the professor.

At this time, Ellie, who was far away in the Gryffindor common room, sneezed heavily.

"Who is missing me?" She rubbed her nose in doubt...

In the next few days, because of Professor Lockhart's temporary departure, all the students in the school went through the Defense Against the Dark Arts course as horrible as the Potions class.The little wizards miss Professor Lockhart like a tide.

Perhaps Merlin had finally heard their pleas.The still miraculous Professor Lockhart returned magnificently after leaving them for just five days.

His forget-not-grass blue eyes are still like stars, and the golden eyelashes flutter in beautiful arcs as the eyes blink. There is no scar on his delicate face.

Everything seems to be back to the starting point, and the attack seems to be a dream of everyone.

Of course, it would be better if he didn't continue to sell his shampoo to Professor Snape...

The students returned to normal life again. The matter of Professor Lockhart diverted everyone's attention. No one talked about the Chamber of Secrets anymore. In the days without Mrs. Norris, it was more convenient for the little wizards to travel at night. The administrator, Mr. Filch, stalks the hallway with his red eyes wide open, and then suddenly pounces on the unsuspecting students, trying to find excuses to place them in detention, such as that they are "breathing too loudly" or " Hippie smiley face".

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Igil still hadn't received a reply from his family. He was a little uneasy, but another thing dilutes his anxiety.

On Saturday morning, the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor began.