Batman's Owl Godfather

Bruce had never seen anyone so shameless.

At this time, Lockhart had no idol baggage and lay directly on the ground, explaining his behavior just now and begging Bruce for mercy.

"I just want to find some face for myself!"

His voice trembled, "After all, I am the recipient of the third-level Order of Merlin. I was threatened but didn't resist at all. If word spread, my image would be ruined!

"But I really am not the person you are looking for. If you don't believe it, you can use Legilimency on me!"

After saying that, Lockhart closed his eyes, looking like he was ready to be slaughtered.

Bruce was almost amused by Lockhart's rogue behavior.

He didn't believe the nonsense at all, but he didn't use Legilimency on Lockhart.

Who knows if this guy knows Occlumency.

"Forget it, Professor Lockhart, get up!"

Bruce was no longer as murderous as before, but put away his wand and helped Lockhart to his seat.

Lockhart was a little flattered and didn't understand why Bruce's attitude changed so quickly.

"Don't look at me like that, Mr. Lockhart, you are the teacher."

Bruce said, "I was trying to find the prisoner just now, so I seemed a little rude. Professor, you don't blame me, do you?"

"No, no! Of course not!"

Lockhart waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he didn't take what happened just now into his mind at all.

"That's good. I'm also worried that if my threat to the professor spreads, I will be expelled from the school."

Bruce patted Lockhart on the shoulder, "Then what happened today should be treated as a secret between the two of us. I will come to ask questions often in the future, Professor."

To Lockhart's ears, these words had a completely different meaning.

That's a naked threat.

So Lockhart immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, we have a common secret, we are on the same team, and I will definitely keep it secret!"

After that, he opened his arms: "Come, let me hug you to show my sincerity!"

Bruce pushed him away, and the ghost wanted to hug him.

"I hope you didn't lie to me today, Professor, so we can still get along."

Bruce finally sighed and said, "I actually don't like to use violence at all. After all, I'm not a devil."

After saying this, he really left.

Lockhart waited for a while to make sure Bruce was gone, then slowly stood up from the chair.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Everything is within my plan."

Bang——

The wind shook the windows.

"babble--"

Lockhart instantly crouched down with his head in his hands, and with lightning speed, hid under the table.

…

Bruce and Katum were walking back to the common room.

"We'll see what Lockhart does next."

Bruce said, "If he didn't report me, it means there is something wrong in his heart!"

He didn't believe in the good in Lockhart's heart, so he bet on his evil.

"Actually, there's no need to go to such trouble, right?"

Katum said, "You can definitely go to Snape's warehouse and steal some veritaserum. I've been there, and there are a lot of good things."

Bruce shook his head, indicating that he was unwilling to use this method.

"Both the Veritaserum and the Hex, they all have flaws."

Bruce said, "If I rely on this kind of thing, sooner or later I'm going to fall into a big hole."

In this world, except for the Unforgivable Curse, every curse has a counter-curse.

Likewise, any magic potion also has an antidote.

In many cases, most problems can be solved by simply inserting a bezoar into the throat.

"That's up to you." Katum no longer insisted.

They turned a corner and soon arrived at Hufflepuff's common room.

However, at this time, Bruce saw Dumbledore standing at the door, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Oh, Bruce, I was just wondering when you would come back."

When Dumbledore saw Bruce, there was a kind smile in his eyes.

Apparently he was waiting for Bruce.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you looking for me?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, I have something to ask you."

Dumbledore said calmly, "I observed before that you seem to get along well with Professor Gale Green?"

Bruce frowned inwardly, why does this old man seem to know everything?

Does he have spies all over the world?

"Yes, Mr. Principal." Bruce did not deny it. "I met him once on the train."

"That would be great."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Actually, I would like to ask you to find Professor Gale and let him study this thing."

He took out a test tube from the wizard's robe, with a silver thread floating inside.

"This is a memory I took out of Miss Brown's mind, but it is completely uninterpretable."

Dumbledore sighed, "It is contaminated by a very dark magic. Maybe Professor Gale has a way to deal with this situation."

Bruce understood what the principal meant.

Are you asking him to find Professor Gale Green for help?

But--

"Mr. Principal, why don't you go by yourself?"

Bruce asked doubtfully, "I'm just a student, I shouldn't be as proud as you, right?"

"Oh Bruce, there are very complicated reasons here, and it's hard for me to explain to you."

Dumbledore handed the test tube to Bruce, "In short, I have used up my last favor with Professor Gale, and now I can only ask you for help."

Okay.

Bruce didn't understand why Dumbledore wanted to be a riddler.

But it's okay to help casually, after all, he still needs to learn magic from the old man later.

In Katum's words, let the old man explode gold coins.

...

Bruce came to Professor Gale's door.

Knocked gently, and the door opened by itself.

This was the first time Bruce entered Professor Gale's office, and the layout inside was very different from other offices.

There were all kinds of things that looked like black magic props in the room, but Bruce didn't feel gloomy.

Because on the table not far away, there was a music box that was playing music in a loop.

The sound was light and soothing, which reminded Bruce of summer.

There was also an illusory little figure on the music box, a spirited young man, who seemed to have just finished a grand performance and was making a perfect curtain call.

Bruce thought, is this Professor Gale when he was young? He made his image into a music box?

Narcissistic.

Then Bruce saw Professor Gale.

He was leaning on a recliner, resting with his eyes closed, holding a hookah in his hand, surrounded by smoke.

Bruce found that the other end of the hookah was connected to a skull.

Is this something that a serious wizard can use?

When Bruce approached, Professor Gale opened his eyes.

When he saw the person coming, there was a subtle emotion in his eyes.

Bruce believed it was disappointment.

"I remember, your name is Bruce Wayne?"

Professor Gale narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you Dumbledore's favorite student now?"