Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Fifth and seventh graders are busy with their upcoming exams and professors are having a hard time - Lockhart hears that Hagrid and Umbridge are arguing again, Umbridge He even said that Hagrid would get out of the way immediately.

Lockhart had to visit Hagrid again, after all, he regarded Hagrid as a friend. "Hagrid, didn't you tell me not to provoke Umbridge, why did you quarrel with her?"

"It's Gilderoy. She actually said that the magical creatures I brought to class are too dangerous, so I can bear it. She even said that my giant bloodline is dirty and ferocious. How can I bear it?" Ge's beard was trembling, and he looked really angry, "It's a big deal, who cares!"

The giant is really quite ferocious, and where can you go if you quit, Lockhart smiled bitterly: "Hagrid, don't worry, I won't let you be driven away."

"Gidro, I trust you, but I'm afraid it's hard to escape this time. I scolded the old witch fiercely..."

"How did you scold?"

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "You better not know, I never thought I could say such swear words..."

Lockhart's face twitched. He could already imagine what words Hagrid used. Hagrid didn't know much about swearing at all. He must have used what he heard from Hermione and Ron to Umbridge. adjective.

"Gidro, if I get kicked out this time, I have something I want to ask you and Harry to do, wait here..." After speaking, Hagrid got out of the house, as if he was going to the school to find Ha benefit them.

Lockhart watched Hagrid hurried toward the school, picked up the rock crust on the table and took a bite out of boredom, and then reluctantly threw it to Fang, but he didn't even eat the dog, so he had to shake his head, He took out his wand, floated the cake and threw it out the window.

Then he stood up and looked around Hagrid's house. All kinds of magical creatures were screaming and struggling in the cage. Although Lockhart was very knowledgeable, he couldn't identify all these little things at once. After all, he likes magic. Creatures just wish there was more material when writing, not really loving magical creatures.

Lockhart jabbed a small thing in a cage with his wand, and it spewed fire at him, startling him. At this moment, there was the sound of someone talking outside the door, and Lockhart had to sit back on the stool.

The door opened, and Hagrid squeezed in first, followed by the Salvation Trio. Hermione saw Lockhart, called him in surprise, and sat next to him, leaning on Lockhart's arm, Harry and Ron. You greeted Lockhart respectfully.

"Oh? Hermione, you and Gilderoy are reconciled, but you are too close," Hagrid said happily, and Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Well, I won't talk nonsense. But Don't sit down, everyone, we're going to the Forbidden Forest."

The group, led by Hagrid, stood up and walked out of the hut to the Forbidden Forest. Lockhart seemed to guess what Hagrid was going to entrust them with...

"Hagrid, what's the matter?" Hermione looked up at Hagrid with a concerned expression as they hurried across the lawn towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Hermione, still clutching Lockhart's hand, seemed to think she didn't need to hide in front of her friends. The girl's hand was tender and soft, and it was very comfortable to hold, and Lockhart seemed to smell the smell that made his heart move again, and he almost couldn't help hugging Hermione and smelling her body carefully.

"You—you'll find out in a minute," Hagrid said, turning his head.

Hagrid turned his head to check his surroundings every two steps, and even so, Lockhart and the others had to jog all the way to keep up with him. When they walked into the shade of the outermost circle of the forbidden forest. There Hagrid picked up a bow leaning against a tree trunk.

After walking for a while, they completely entered the Forbidden Forest. At this time, they could see the large blackened space left in the Forbidden Forest when Dumbledore destroyed the diary.

"professor,

Was that really done by a dragon?" Ron asked in disbelief. The scorched black ground has grown grass in the circular open space with a radius of nearly 1,000 meters, but the ground that has been baked into glass in the middle is still in the sun. Shiny and shocking, "My brother raised dragons in a foreign country, and as far as I know, dragons can't make such a scene at all. "

"That's not a dragon. Maybe the principal will tell you later," Lockhart said. "You can guess how that was done..."

"Professor, did you do it?" Hermione grabbed Lockhart's hand and looked at him expectantly.

Lockhart smiled softly. "If I had this ability, I would go directly to the mysterious man with Mr. Principal and kill him. He resurrected once and did it once, and he didn't need to care about the soul...don't care about the Death Eaters." Lockhart almost leaked, In fact, he felt that he should have told the children about it earlier.

"How far, Hagrid..." Harry seemed tired.

"Almost forgot, Harry." Lockhart looked at Harry with a smirk.

Harry felt his hair stand on end at once - and sure enough, Lockhart drew his wand at an indiscernible speed: "Lilicipity!"

...A few seconds later, Harry recovered from Lockhart's intrusion.

"Not bad, Harry. So you were practicing Quidditch just now, and there's a match in two days." Lockhart put away his wand, seeing what Harry was thinking.

"Yeah, professor, you will come to see our game, right." Ron said excitedly, "I believe I can show my skills in this year's game."

"Professors don't seem to watch Quidditch matches in our school," Hermione said resentfully.

"Actually, both Pandora and I... um, I don't like watching this kind of sports very much." Lockhart was a little guilty, and mentioning Pandora in front of Hermione might make her unhappy, but it seemed that Hermione didn't hear it.

"Hagrid, will you come to see?" Harry asked, holding his head.

"I want to see it, but unfortunately it seems that there is no chance..." Hagrid said sadly.

Lockhart had to comfort him again: "Don't worry, Hagrid, I'll let Pan...I'll write a letter to the Minister of Magic to assure you..."

Hagrid shook his head: "It's a big game this time, and Umbridge might not give this face."

"That old Umbridge toad again!" Hermione asked angrily.

"Ugh..." Lockhart sighed, "Harry, are you still dreaming about that door and what's behind it?"

Harry lowered his head: "I still have a dream, I woke up as soon as I used Occlumency, but I'm really curious about what that dream means... I almost got that thing in my dream two days ago... …”

Lockhart was shocked: "As long as you dream of that scene, use Occlumency immediately, don't be curious!"

"I will, Professor."

"It's centaurs!" Hagrid took a few people to hide behind a tree.

In front of them, a large group of horsemen galloped past.

"What's wrong with them, it looks like they're going to a war," Lockhart asked curiously.

"Why hide, Hagrid, don't you have a good relationship with centaurs?" Ron asked.

"The other centaurs hate me now," Hagrid whispered, turning to check, "they used to—well, you can't call that friendly—but we got along just fine, they've always been self-sufficient, but I asked They always came out. Not anymore."

He sighed deeply.