Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 128 Cassandra's Pride (12000 words)
The History of Magic course was still simple and boring, and Professor Binns' hypnotic tone was a perfect choice for helping one sleep.

Even Hermione, who was always a top student, began to support her cheek with her eyelids drooping.

There's no way, Professor Binns is just... too hypnotic.

However, it is possible that the person who arranged the timetable did it on purpose. After all, Gryffindor students have to take astronomy class with Ravenclaw students at around 11 o'clock on Tuesday night.

Astronomy classes are usually held from 11pm to midnight. After all, we can’t hold star-observing classes during the day and have all students observe the sun with their eyes open, right?
From this perspective, this schedule is quite considerate, at least there is enough time to catch up on sleep in the afternoon.

Professor Binns doesn't care if his students sleep or slack off in class; he only cares about whether he can finish his own class.

"I think we should invent a spell," Ron muttered as the get out of class was over. "Invent a spell that will allow us to successfully fall asleep in class."

"Can't Professor Binns' tone hypnotize you, Ron?" Seamus asked in confusion, "To be honest, I slept soundly in class just now..."

"I really want to sleep, but ask Hermione!" Ron said aggrievedly, "Every time Hermione is sleepy and nods to her head, she pinches me hard with her hands. Oh my God... Why doesn't she pinch herself when she is sleepy?"

"Because it doesn't hurt, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Ron puffed up his lips, secretly swearing in his heart that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely pay back tooth for tooth, a hundredfold!
Oh my god, it feels so bad to be bullied by Hermione!
The next day, which was Wednesday morning, there was only one class, which was the Charms class scheduled at 11:00 noon.

After yesterday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the students all had a preliminary understanding of the dark magic creation called the Inferi.

If you want to deal with the Inferi, you need to use fire spells.

Originally, Professor Flitwick was going to continue teaching students how to use the marking spell in this class, but Hermione raised her hand high.

"Miss Granger," said Professor Flitwick, glad to have someone raise their hand, "what questions do you have?"

"It's like this, professor." Hermione said, "We came into contact with creatures called Inferi in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Professor Lockhart showed us in detail the weaknesses of the Inferi - attacking the Inferi with fire-type spells can cause multiple damage to them, so I would like to ask the professor if you can teach us some fire-type spells?"

Hermione certainly knew fire spells, in fact she even burned Professor Snape's robes in Quidditch class in her first year.

This made Professor Snape very sad, because that robe was given to him by Lily - even though he had worn it for so many years, he was still reluctant to change to a new one.

Professor Flitwick opened his mouth, as if he had not heard clearly what Hermione said, and as if he could not believe that Professor Lockhart would let second-year students try to deal with the Inferi.

After a long while, he asked hesitantly, "What?"

Hermione repeated herself.

"My God, I should have told Albus a long time ago that Professor Lockhart might not be suitable to be a professor - what does he think Defense Against the Dark Arts is? Is it his adventure?" Professor Flitwick said angrily, "He even brought the Inferi to class and explained them to the second-year students... My God, does he expect the second-year students to have the courage to deal with the Inferi?"

"Well, Professor." Padma Patil of Ravenclaw raised her hand and said, "In fact, Seamus Finnigan of Gryffindor has proven himself that he is more than capable of dealing with an Inferi."

This girl is the twin sister of Parvati Patil from Gryffindor, but it is very strange that the twins are not in the same college. The Weasley twins have been trying to figure this out.

"Yes, Professor." Anthony Goldstein, who was also a Ravenclaw, raised his hand and said, "Even though the spell was a little weak, it still blew up the face of the Inferi, and even one of its eyes fell on the Slytherin classmate's desk—"

After saying this, there was laughter in the classroom.

Everyone was at odds with the Slytherins, and when they mentioned the embarrassments that the Slytherins had made, they all began to gloat over their misfortunes.

The Ravenclaw students told Professor Flitwick about Lockhart, saying that he was only responsible for teaching how to deal with dark magic and dark magic creations, but they still needed to learn about spells from Professor Flitwick.

"Oh, I see." Professor Flitwick nodded in understanding. "I see. It seems I still need to communicate with Professor Lockhart so that we can align the teaching progress and teach everyone some corresponding and appropriate spells."

He was not unhappy at all, on the contrary he was very happy.

Oh my god, Merlin, did Hogwarts finally have a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

At this moment, Professor Flitwick's eyes became moist.

"In that case," Professor Flitwick said again, "we are going to learn a new spell in this class, the Arson Curse."

He jumped a little, looked around at his classmates, and asked, "So, who among you can tell me about the arson spell?"

Many students in the classroom raised their hands.

"It looks like everyone has done their preparation... Well, Miss Patil--" said Professor Flitwick.

However, what Professor Flitwick did not expect was that two people who looked exactly the same stood up.

One is from Gryffindor and the other is from Ravenclaw.

Professor Flitwick smiled briskly and said again, "Well, Miss Patil of Ravenclaw."

Parvati sat down and left the opportunity to her sisters.

"The Pyromancer, also known as the Firemaking Charm, is a spell that summons jets of flame and can be used to set things on fire." Patil said in aloud: "Miranda Goshawk described in The Standard Book of Spells, 'From lighting a cozy fire to lighting Christmas puddings, the Pyromancer has always been very useful in wizarding households. However, this ability to start a fire with the flick of a wand can be dangerous to your classmates (or worse, your books).'"

"Excellent! Five points to Ravenclaw," said Professor Flitwick, waving his hand. "Anyone else want to add? About the Incendiary Curse?"

Neville raised his hand.

Professor Flitwick motioned for him to answer the question.

"In addition, the arson curse is the nemesis of the Devil's Snare." Neville stood up and answered: "Professor Sprout once mentioned this in the first-year Herbology class."

"Good, very good," Professor Flitwick said loudly. "Five points to Gryffindor!"

To be impartial, these are the headmasters of the three colleges except Snape.

Sometimes having too high moral standards may not be a good thing for your college grades...

However, Professor Snape said that as long as I have no morals, there will be no moral problems -

"I need to remind you in advance that Blazing Flame is a high-level magic. Once released, it is difficult to control the flame. When the spell is cast, there will be a blast-like sound, accompanied by a flying orange fireball that scatters in all directions." Professor Flitwick said in a shrill voice: "In addition, this spell cannot penetrate the darkness caused by the invisible smoke bombs imported from Peru."

"Okay, now I'm going to teach you how to cast the Incendiary Charm. Pay attention to my hand gestures and the trajectory of my wand—" Professor Flitwick said, using the marking spell to lift it diagonally upwards in the air like writing an "A", then pulling it downwards, and then drawing a semi-arc pointing upwards.

"That's the exact trajectory." Professor Flitwick drew another arrow to mark the path of the wand. "Look, that's it... The spell is Incendio."

"Okay, now listen to my commands," Professor Flitwick spoke again. He waved his wand and created a fire barrier in front of the students. "Everyone follow my movements, draw lines like the trajectory I drew, and then recite the spell..."

"Incendio!"

The first time they cast the spell, several students successfully summoned a few tiny sparks.

"Beautiful, this is a good start, a good start!" Professor Flitwick praised the students with dances and excitement.

Before he finished his words, a loud explosion was heard.

Professor Flitwick was so frightened that he almost fell off the table, but fortunately he managed to keep his balance.

He looked in the direction of the explosion and found that the shield between Seamus and Neville had shattered to the ground. Both of them had black faces, afro hairdos, and stared ahead with dull expressions and lifeless eyes.

Neville raised his head and blew out a black smoke ring.

"I think we need a new shield, Professor," he said pathetically.

Professor Flitwick was used to it. Every time he taught a new magic, he would always see Seamus adding a little explosion factor to the magic.

Of course he knew Seamus' potential in explosive spells, but for such a young wizard, teaching him explosive spells was not really a good choice.

Bombing the school is no big deal, but what if the students are killed or injured?

"Watch me." Ron swung his wand, "Incedio!"

A series of sparks crackled from the tip of the wand, but no flame appeared.

Ron, who was unconvinced, was still swinging his wand, trying to throw out some fire.

But it turns out that the curse can't be released just by working hard.

"Stop, stop now!" Hermione held Ron's arm. "You'll poke people's eyes out if you do that. And I need to correct you. There are some problems with your pronunciation. It's incendio, not incendo. You missed an i sound!"

Ron pouted, but still humbly accepted Hermione's correction.

There was no way, he couldn't just fight with Hermione, right?

Harry listened beside Ron, and a scene involuntarily came to his mind...

For example... Voldemort is casting Avada Kedavra.

Hermione suddenly appeared and grabbed Voldemort: "Stop, stop now, you will blind people's eyes if you do this - and I need to correct you, it is Avada Kedavra, not @#!￥%..."

As he thought about this, Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When the get out of class was over, Harry couldn't hold it in anymore. He sat in the middle of the hall, leaning on the table, shaking his shoulders and laughing.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked in confusion. He didn't know why his friend was so happy.

Harry told Ron and Simonavie the scene he had just imagined.

They couldn't help but burst into earth-shattering laughter as well.

"Oh my god, Harry." Neville wiped the tears from his laughter, "I really - I didn't expect you to be so humorous..."

"What? Am I usually serious?" Harry asked dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, not really," said Ron, rubbing his belly. "It's just funny."

Just then, the Weasley twins came over with excited looks on their faces.

They crowded around Ron, one on each side, and whispered to him, "Oh my God, I should apologize to Mom."

"What's wrong?" Ron asked in confusion, "Why do you suddenly want to be your mother's good baby?"

"You are mommy's good boy, little Ronnie." The twins said in unison.

Then Fred said, "You know, we didn't realize what a discerning witch Mum really was until we had Professor Lockhart's class—"

"Oh my God, Professor Lockhart is so cool. Do you know what he got for us in class?" George asked with shining eyes.

"What is it?" Ron picked up a chicken drumstick. "Isn't it an Inferi? Like us -"

"No, it's an Acromantula," said Fred.

George quickly added, "Yes, it is a Class XXXXX creature labeled by the Ministry of Magic. It is really big, as big as Dad's car, or even bigger."

Hearing the twins' description, Ron bit the chicken leg with a dazed expression.

He was most afraid of spiders, and his imagination was excellent. After the twins' description, Ron felt that the terrifying appearance of the eight-eyed giant spider instantly appeared in his mind.

"Acromantula." Fred lay down beside Ron's ear and simulated the furry feeling: "Just think about it, Ronnie, baby. Those eight eyes... furry body... big claws that click..."

"Woo..." Ron dropped the chicken leg, made a frightened sound, and jumped back, trying to get away from his two unscrupulous brothers.

But it was of no use, as his two brothers held him down on both sides.

"What are you going to do, little Ronnie?" George laughed, "Do you want us to take you to see the eight-eyed giant spider? I heard there are some in the Forbidden Forest..."

Ron shook his head quickly. He never wanted to see spiders in his life.

In fact, Harry never quite understood why Ron was so afraid of spiders. After all, he had already seen the diversity of Arachnida under the compartment of the Dursleys' house.

All we can say is that people’s joys and sorrows are not very similar.

"Acromantula?" Hermione suddenly asked. "Professor Lockhart actually arranges different teaching aids for each school year? I thought he would arrange Inferi for you too."

"He actually wanted to use an Inferi, but I heard that it was blown up by your Seamus." George shrugged and said, "I heard that the eyeballs were blown off, which was really unsightly. He was afraid that it would scare us, so he changed it to an Acromantula."

"So that's how it is." Hermione said, understandingly. "But it's not surprising. After all, the bloody look on the Inferi's face... It's really not suitable to be used as a teaching tool any longer."

"But like I said just now, I should apologize to my mother and Professor Lockhart." The twins laughed and said, "I have to admit that Professor Lockhart satisfies my imagination of a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If he can stop showing off his adventures, he will be the most perfect Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"But we can't ask for more." The two said again.

"He is indeed very dedicated." Harry nodded in agreement with the twins.

In the afternoon Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall began to teach them the knowledge points of the new semester.

She was still wearing a dark green robe and was dressed meticulously - just like the way she was.

"Today we are learning the content of the new semester." Professor McGonagall stood on the high podium. "But you may be disappointed that I will not teach you some more advanced Transfiguration techniques this semester. What I need to let you know is that Transfiguration is a step-by-step spell system. I hope you can be down-to-earth and learn step by step, instead of forcing you to learn knowledge that is not yours to master at your age."

Harry could tell that Professor McGonagall had something else to say. She was dissatisfied with Professor Lockhart's live science education and demonstrations of various magical animals or dark magic creations with a danger level of 5X in front of the students.

It should be said that Professor McGonagall's worries were indeed justified. After all, the magical creatures demonstrated by Professor Lockhart had not yet been lower than the 5X level.

It's okay to study Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Transfiguration is a rigorous subject. For most wizards, it is impossible to skip a certain part in the middle and make the leap from the first step to the sixth step.

Unless one is a natural genius in Transfiguration, but such people are really rare.

It's not that Professor McGonagall failed to react to Professor Dumbledore, but the headmaster's attitude was very strange. It was hard to say whether he supported Professor Lockhart, nor was it possible to say that he was against him.

"Okay, in the first class of this semester, you will learn how to turn a beetle into a button." Professor McGonagall said in a steady voice. She took out a beetle with six legs struggling rapidly and placed it on the podium: "Watch carefully, I will only demonstrate it to you once. You must think of the button in your mind and imagine it strongly. You must turn the beetle into a button - three, two, one, Vera Verto!"

A magical scene happened. Under Professor McGonagall's transfiguration, the beetle turned into a black button.

She picked up the button and passed it around among her classmates.

"What you need to practice in this class is how to turn beetles into buttons." Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a bunch of small boxes flew out from the podium, containing beetles that were about to be turned into buttons.

"I need to remind you that you should not underestimate this lesson," Professor McGonagall said loudly. "This is a transformation from a living thing to a dead thing. It actually changes the nature of the object. After the beetle is transformed into a button by Transfiguration, it is no longer a beetle. If you try to feed this button to Neville's toad as a beetle, it may die of indigestion."

She told a bad joke and everyone laughed, except Neville.

Neville actually thought seriously about the miserable state of Radford after he ate the button, and for a moment he felt a little sad.

Professor McGonagall went over the main points about Transfiguration several times again - in fact, Professor McGonagall repeated them in every class.

Although the content of each lesson is similar in core, it still requires constant reinforcement of memory in order to have a subtle influence on the little wizard's mind.

Professor McGonagall walked over to Harry and saw that he had turned the beetle into a metal button with the Gryffindor lion pattern on it, which was very exquisite.

"Very good, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded to Harry in affirmation: "Excellent Transfiguration, five points for Gryffindor."

"Professor, I have a question." Harry said suddenly.

Professor McGonagall's serious expression relaxed. Seeing Harry's green eyes, she couldn't help but think of the lovely Lily.

"Go ahead, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Professor, as we saw in the first year, you are an Animagus." Harry considered his words, trying not to be offensive. "I know that your Animagus form is a cat. So, when you become a cat, do you have the desire to eat mice?"

As he said this, Harry reached out and grabbed Scabbers.

Scabbers struggled in Harry's hands, making continuous squeaking sounds, trying to escape the Potter's clutches.

Professor McGonagall's face twitched oddly. She looked at Harry, only to find that his green eyes were full of sincerity.

Hmm...it seems that this child really looks like Lily, not a brat like James.

"Why do you think so, Mr. Potter?" said Professor McGonagall. "Even if I become a cat through Animagus, I will not eat mice, because I am still a human being in essence."

"I see." Harry nodded repeatedly: "Then you don't have any other hobbies related to cats?"

"No." Professor McGonagall nodded seriously.

Harry suddenly felt a little upset.

Pappy...

Why didn't he realize this problem? Even if he turned into a unicorn, Pabbie would never like to eat grass...

Yes, Pabbie is a human, how could he have the preferences of unicorns?
"I have a question too, Professor," Ron asked, raising his hand.

He felt a little envious when he saw that Harry always asked questions that made the professors think seriously or feel helpless.

Seeing that it was Ron, not Harry, who asked the question, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it’s not Mr. Potter.

She was really a little worried that Harry would ask her some weird questions.

"You tell me," she said.

"If a dark wizard turns such a big desk into a chicken leg and lets me swallow it." Ron patted the desk in front of him, "Will my stomach burst because of the desk when the effect of Transfiguration wears off? Or can I lure the dark wizard into eating such a chicken leg?"

Professor McGonagall clutched her collar and breathed heavily.

"Oh my God, Mr. Weasley..." Professor McGonagall said tremblingly, "How could you have such an idea?"

Ron's heart skipped a beat, and he felt like his question wasn't quite right.

"I want to remind you, Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Don't be led astray by your two twin brothers! In addition, the five exceptions to Gamp's Transfiguration Law tell us that inedible objects cannot be turned into food!"

"Okay, Professor." Ron said dejectedly, lowering his head.

Word of Ron's problems in Transfiguration spread like wildfire, and by dinner time the Weasley twins knew about it.

"Oh my god, little Ronnie." Fred was the first to affirm him: "You are really our good brother. Oh my god, this is such a genius and wonderful idea... This is the first time I feel that you are our brother, not a little bastard that mom picked up from some garbage dump."

"You are the ones picked up by mom." Ron rolled his eyes. He was already twelve years old and would not believe such nonsense from his two brothers.

You know, when he was seven years old, when his two brothers said this, he really believed it.

At that time, he cried and went to his father for help. After glaring at his two brothers, his father immediately started scolding them.

But Ron cried even harder after hearing the scolding. What his father said was...

"Oh my God! Fred! George! Why tell him the truth! Ron is still young! He is only seven years old! How could you do such a thing!"

Ron didn't remember how long he cried, but at dinner that night, his father, Fred and George all hung their heads and accepted their mother's scolding.

"Shame on you, you don't know who you are, and you're crying and looking for your dad." Fred stretched out his fingers to scratch his face. "But your idea is very good, but it's a little... well, it's a little weak. I want to think about how to use your prank idea in our trick idea."

With that, the twins left the auditorium laughing.

"When you have two brothers like this, you realize how difficult childhood is." Ron shrugged and said to his friends.

Hermione ignored Ron. She quietly walked over to Harry and whispered, "Harry, Harry?"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Can you take me with you tonight?" Hermione said. She felt that her words were a little ambiguous, so she smiled shyly with her rabbit teeth bared, and added: "I mean, I want to go to Professor Lockhart's office with you and help him write a reply letter."

"This..." Harry actually wanted to take her with him. After all, writing a reply letter was such a torment.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Granger," Professor Lockhart's voice suddenly appeared.

When Hermione heard it was Lockhart, she turned around in surprise, but also a little disappointed.

"Good girl, after all, I can't always ask Harry to write letters for me, right?" Professor Lockhart winked at her as he spoke: "The next time I need to write a reply to a fan letter, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to help me, Miss Granger."

"Yes, Professor," Hermione said happily.

"Well, Harry," Professor Lockhart said in a friendly manner, "don't forget our agreement tonight. I have been looking forward to your help -"

"Harry, Harry? How are you?" Colin's voice came from the side at the right time.

"Come on, let your little fan take a photo for us." Professor Lockhart put his arm around Harry's neck and said to Colin, "Mr. Creevy, what are you waiting for?"

The shutter button clicked and Colin made an OK gesture.

"Well, I'll be in my office tonight, waiting for you, Harry."

After Lockhart finished speaking, he left with a smile and walked to the professor's seat.

Harry looked in the direction of Professor Lockhart's back and met Professor Snape's deep black eyes as he looked over here.

After noticing Harry's gaze, Professor Snape showed a look of extreme disgust.

Harry understood the look instantly - he was depraved to be hanging out with someone like that, Pott!

Harry shrugged, feeling a little overwhelmed by the old professor's sudden affection.

Just ignore it!

After dinner, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room.

After packing up some things he needed to take, such as aging drugs and a two-way mirror, Harry left the Gryffindor common room.

When he was leaving, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Why didn't I take these things with me when I had a wallet?
He couldn't help but smile to himself and continued walking towards Professor Lockhart's office.

When he was halfway there, he seemed to hear someone whispering.

He raised his head. The voice seemed to be above his head, and also seemed to be beside him. In short, it was difficult to determine the exact location.

Harry flicked his wand and used a revelation spell.

But the spell detected no presence.

Maybe it's a ghost, he thought, and walked to Professor Lockhart's office.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is at the back of the classroom. Go up the stairs inside the classroom and you will find the office.

Harry knocked on the door, and after getting Professor Lockhart's permission, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The spacious office is filled with letters and packages from various fans.

There were countless framed pictures of Lockhart on the walls, lit brightly by the many candles, some of which were even signed by him, and there was a pile of photos on the table.

"Ah, our savior is here." Professor Lockhart seemed to be always full of passion. "Come in, Harry, please come in."

Harry stared in astonishment at the piles of letters and parcels in the room. To be honest, even if the room was filled with gold Galleons, he wouldn't be so surprised... but this was the first time he had seen so many letters.

As if noticing Harry's surprise, Professor Lockhart smiled.

"You really can't resist the enthusiasm from your fans, can you?" He smiled and winked at Harry, reached out to take the eye drops on the table and dripped them into his eyes twice.

"Professor, what are you doing?" Harry asked in confusion.

"This is a potion that keeps my eyes healthy," Lockhart smiled gently. "After all, you know that these eyes represent countless gold galleons and the possibility of continuing adventures, right?"

Harry felt that this was a dead end, so he just nodded and said, "Yes, Professor."

As I was speaking, an owl was tapping gently on the window outside.

Professor Lockhart opened the window and reached out to take the letter from the owl's beak.

He opened the package and found a letter and a lock of hair inside.

"Why is there still hair?" Harry asked curiously.

Professor Lockhart stuffed his hair back into the envelope with a smile and said helplessly, "You have to know, Harry, many fanatical fans don't want to reason with you. All we can do is to accept any 'kindness' from them with a smile."

While speaking, Professor Lockhart sighed softly.

"You may write the envelopes, then," Lockhart said to Harry, as though it were a great honour for Harry. "First, to Lady Gladys, God bless her - a great admirer of mine."

Harry didn't really care whether this kind of work was tiring or not. He was free anyway - and he just wanted to take this opportunity to contact Bodrick.

"Remember, Harry, fame is a fickle friend." Professor Lockhart scribbled on the paper with a quill. "As your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it is necessary for me to teach you some lessons about being a celebrity."

He raised his head and said with emotion, "It's really hard to be a celebrity, Harry. The first thing you have to remember is that celebrities should behave like celebrities. You are the savior of the wizarding world and you shouldn't get too close to your fans, especially fanatical fans like Mr. Creevey."

"Why, Professor?" Harry was quite modest. He actually admitted that Professor Lockhart was indeed better at being a celebrity.

"Don't ask why, Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "Such fanatical fans have no sense of boundaries. What you need to pay attention to is to maintain a distance between you two. This will make the relationship between you - or his love for you - last longer."

"Distance creates beauty, no matter what time it is," he added.

"It seems that you are really experienced." Harry complimented sincerely.

Professor Lockhart seemed to enjoy the compliment from Harry. He smiled and stroked his chin with his quill, revealing a satisfied smile.

In the middle of the room, candles flickered and lit up the room, the flames dancing on the many moving faces of Lockharts watching them.

Just as Harry was counting the number of letter covers he had written, he suddenly heard a sound - a sound completely different from the crackling of the candle or the soft whisper of Professor Lockhart.

It was a very cold, vicious, goosebump-inducing, creepy voice.

"Come... come... let me tear you apart... tear you apart... kill you..."

Harry was startled. He always felt that this voice... seemed familiar?

It seemed like I had heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where it was at the moment.

"Professor, did you hear a sound?" Harry asked tentatively.

Lockhart looked from Harry to the candle beside him, and shook his head. "No, Harry - did you hear anything?"

"Hmm... maybe it's an illusion?" Harry shrugged.

Professor Lockhart stared at Harry for a while, as if trying to analyze something from his expression.

But unfortunately, he failed.

Could it be that... this Mr. Potter can hear something that ordinary people can't hear?
Lockhart... No, Vida muttered to herself. She knew that in this world, there were some wizards who could see things that ordinary people could not see and hear sounds that ordinary people could not hear.

Just like her husband, Gellert Grindelwald, who is followed by the saints, he is born with the ability to predict the future and can see the future that ordinary people cannot see.

Could it be that this Mr. Potter is also like this?
No wonder the gentleman asked me to pay attention to Mr. Potter. It seems that... the gentleman had foreseen something...

Vida thought that she must win over Mr. Potter to join the Saints. On the one hand, she wanted to poach Dumbledore's golden boy and see how he would react. On the other hand, she felt that Mr. Potter was calm and capable, and if he was trained by him, he would become a pillar of the Saints.

Or...will he become Mr.'s successor?

Vida became more and more certain of her discovery. She felt that the master must have discovered something in the long river of time in the future, so he sent her to Hogwarts.

If Mr. had not been defeated by the abominable Dumbledore and had voluntarily been bound in Nurmengard Castle, perhaps he would have been the one to come to Hogwarts this time.

"Perhaps you are sleepy." Professor Lockhart said in a relaxed tone, "It seems that we have spent a pleasant two hours. If you don't mind, you can stay here for a while. I still have some work to trouble you."

As he spoke, Lockhart stretched out his wand and took out a few bottles of potions from a package beside him.

"This is a brain-enhancing potion, Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "It is a potion that may make the drinker's thinking clearer. If you have reviewed the fourth-year potions class in advance, you should know the existence of this potion."

He handed the bottles of potion to Harry: "This is your reward for helping me write the envelope this time. After all, you are so tired, aren't you?"

"Thank you, Professor." Harry put the potions in his arms without saying a word.

It is only natural to get paid for work.

Harry stayed in Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for a while. Just when he saw the clock pointed to half past eight, Professor Lockhart's voice sounded again.

"Harry, do you remember my ideal birthday present?"

"What? Professor?" Harry didn't hear clearly.

"My ideal birthday present," Professor Lockhart repeated, a look of regret on his face. "It's mentioned in Chapter 12 of Weekends with Werewolves. I mentioned it in my last class, too."

Harry tried hard to recall and finally remembered the content of the lesson.

"Your ideal birthday present would be all magical and non-magical people living in harmony, if I remember correctly," Harry replied.

"Very good, it seems you still remember." Professor Lockhart smiled again: "Yes, this ideal - is difficult to achieve, isn't it?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded and said, "This is indeed difficult to achieve."

"So, what do you think of this ideal?" Professor Lockhart asked with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Harry, just think of it as a casual chat between the two of us. I am your friend."

"What do you mean?" Harry didn't know what Lockhart meant.

"That is, what do you think the relationship between wizards and Muggles should be like?" Professor Lockhart stared at Harry.

Harry thought about it and said with a smile, "It's not my turn as a second-year student to think about this kind of thing, right? Professor?"

"Have you never complained about the existence of Trace?" Lockhart said in a persuasive manner, "I know that young wizards of your age are unwilling to be lonely and want to use some magic during the holidays, but they are strictly restricted by the Ministry of Magic, right? They are afraid that you will use magic in front of ordinary people, that is, Muggles, and expose the existence of the wizarding world, right?"

"It's all right, Professor."

Harry did not answer Professor Lockhart's question directly. His intuition told him that Professor Lockhart might have some other meaning in asking this question.

This intuition was cultivated in him by Cassandra.

It should be said that most of his habits, or even intuitions, were cultivated by Cassandra.

What Harry didn't know was that sometimes, when he wasn't paying attention, Cassandra would look at him with great satisfaction and pride, just like the way Mrs. Weasley looked at Bill.

"I don't think the problem lies here." Harry said after a pause, "I think the most urgent issue is the education of young wizards, such as education in schools. They are not only deficient in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but also have shortcomings in other courses."

"Really?" Professor Lockhart looked at Harry. She felt that the little Harry in front of her... always had some of the gentleman's shadow.

This made her even more satisfied. She had originally just wanted to test Harry's attitude towards the Wizarding Statute, but she unexpectedly saw Harry's sophistication that was beyond his age.

"That's true. I heard that there are still many Aurors who can't even cast the Shield Charm completely." Harry said with some sorrow: "How can such teaching results make the wizarding world a better place?"

Vida was delighted in his heart.

She saw that the little Harry in front of her...

It seems that he also has a lot of opinions about Dumbledore, the headmaster.

She felt somewhat satisfied. In this test, she seemed to have detected some of the results she wanted - of course, she still needed to conduct further tests and solicitations.

Why can't Mr. take the golden boy trained by Dumbledore?

The more Vida thought about it, the more he felt that this should be the case.

(Vida Rozier and the Parrot)
For some reason, she could never get any good feelings towards Dumbledore - and this aversion was not just because Dumbledore defeated Gellert Grindelwald.

As for the lackey who assisted Dumbledore, what was his name?
Oh, Newt Scamander.

Vida doesn't hate this person that much.

She showed a look of surprise and stretched gracefully.

"Merlin's beard, look at the time! We've been here nearly four hours! I can't believe it - time flies, doesn't it?"

Professor Lockhart, disguised as Vader, smiled and said, "I think you should go back too. After all, young wizards of your age should take more rest."

"Okay, goodbye then, Professor Lockhart." Harry stood up and stretched as well.

It turns out that stretching is contagious.

"Goodbye, Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile.

After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Harry quickly came to the Room of Requirement.

He mentally needed a meeting room, and opened the door to the Room of Requirement.

Sitting in the Gryffindor seat, he twisted open the aging potion, took a sip, and made his clothes bigger.

After a while, a seventeen-year-old Harry appeared in the same place.

He turned on the two-way mirror and sent a signal to Bo Derek.

Soon, Bodrick's face appeared in the two-way mirror.

"Mr Potter!" he said respectfully.

"Hello, Bodrick." Harry nodded, "Do you have any news about the Angel's Feather and the Basilisk Fang?"

Bodrick looked embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, although Gringotts has been trying its best to find it, it has not found any information about these two materials."

Harry drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair.

"I did hear some news about Angel's Feather," he said.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Potter," Bodrick said immediately, "Gringotts will definitely get it for you."

"It's just that it's a bit difficult to deal with. This person..." Harry knocked on the armrest, "The person holding the angel's feather may not necessarily believe in Gringotts."

"Don't worry, Mr. Potter." Bodrick said quickly, "No matter who it is, they have to give Gringotts some face."

"Well, what if that person refuses to sell?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. Potter." Bodrick showed a very sinister smile: "We at Gringotts will find a way to sell him! Just tell us who this person is! The rest will be left to Gringotts."

"Oh." Harry nodded and said to Bodrick, "You should also know the man who holds the angel's feather. He is the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore."

Hearing Harry's words, Bodrick's face suddenly froze.

He originally thought that the person holding the angel's feather was an ordinary wizard, but he never expected that it would be the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

This……

This is going to be a difficult situation.

Who is Dumbledore?

President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Grand Master of the Wizengamot, the most powerful white wizard in the world...

Gringotts is indeed rampant, but they don't dare to cause trouble in front of Dumbledore.

Seeing Bodrick's embarrassment, Harry asked calmly, "Is it difficult, Mr. Bodrick?"

Bodrick swallowed quietly at Harry's words.

Although Headmaster Dumbledore is not someone they can easily mess with, the goblin killer in front of them is someone they cannot afford to mess with.

God knows how many goblins died in his hands a hundred years ago...

If I delay Mr. Potter's business, I will probably have to endure what kind of anger.

"Don't worry!" Bodrick chose the lesser of two evils and said through gritted teeth, "Gringotts will communicate with Headmaster Dumbledore and get the Angel's Feather for you as soon as possible!"

"Thank you," said Harry politely. "Isn't that too much trouble for you?"

Bo Derek replied without hesitation: "No! Why would it be difficult? Not at all!"

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