Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

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"Gidro, you're awake!" Hermione raised her head and shouted in surprise. It is estimated that she did not rest well. She looked extremely haggard, and her bright eyes were full of bloodshots: "I thought you were going to be in a coma for a few days. You lie down and don't move. I will cook you a blood nourishing meal."

Hermione stood up and stumbled out of the tent with dark circles under her eyes.

"Guidrow is awake?" A steady male voice came from outside, and Kingsley and Scrimgeour entered.

"You are here too." Lockhart said hoarsely, his abdominal muscles tried to sit up, and Kingsley came over to help him. "Where is this, is it safe, how long have I been in a coma?"

"Safe, use the floating spell to carry you to the camp you walked for a long time - huh, you're too embarrassed to ask." Scrimgeour's already wrinkled face was full of anger: "This is your bravery with You-Know-Who. The day after the 'heads-up' defeat, why are you struggling with such a big thing just a few days apart? Now the most important thing is to save the life of every rebel, and the second is to destroy the Horcrux. Do you understand this?"

"You-Know-Who is stronger than I expected again..." Lockhart didn't know that this was the first time he had underestimated Voldemort, and he frankly admitted his mistake. "He was able to almost grab me in ten seconds..." He recalled the scene when Voldemort rushed at him aggressively, still terrified. "He's not human strength at all."

"You have to be willing to make yourself not a ghost or a ghost, you will not be much weaker than him, do not despise the enemy, the second rule of the Auror, have you forgotten!"

"I didn't forget... where did this bottle come from?"

"That guy tied a doctor from the Muggle city for you. We dare not go to St Mungo..." Kingsley said, "Anyway, what you need now is recuperation, and it won't be much faster with wizards. ."

"Boy?" Lockhart asked suspiciously, not remembering any Auror with that nickname. "And the Horcrux, and my wand."

"You'll meet people later. Granger and Potter are holding things. You lie down," said Scrimgeour sullenly, leaving the room without looking back.

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"Gidro, eat something quickly, you haven't eaten three meals." Hermione brought in a bowl. Sitting next to him: "It's all good things for blood, and there are red dates imported from China, which must be eaten!"

"Uh... well.

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"Professor, are you feeling better?" Harry came in to visit too, his godfather following him.

"Much better. Sirius, thanks to you yesterday, without you, I'm afraid I would have been killed by my own carelessness--" Lockhart said weakly, before forcing Hermione into his mouth. Stuffed a red date.

"What? You swore that there was absolutely no danger, just like Dumbledore swore that Snape was our man, we just trusted you too much!" It's a risky thing, and if there is a risk, everyone should take it together, otherwise why should we split up!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm really desperate to destroy that Horcrux—" Hermione gagged his mouth again. To be honest, these things are really delicious, and he is indeed a little hungry.

"Where did your phoenix tears come from, Hermione." Lockhart was chewing on a pile of unnamed things, thinking of the treasure that almost saved his life, "This thing can't be bought with money on the market. what."

"It's not mine, it's from your bag—I saw it the other day when I was bored and rummaged through your purse..." Hermione said softly, for fear that Lockhart would be angry with herself for rummaging through his purse: "Don't you Don't you know you have a bottle of Phoenix Tears?"

"Ah...forgot." This should be the contents of Dumbledore's drawer. Lockhart emptied everything into his bag the night Dumbledore died, and then he only noticed the Resurrection Stone Deluminator What's the matter, I didn't find such a bottle of healing holy product inside. "Have you found anything else good?"

"No—no—" Hermione said nervously. I always felt that Lockhart would ask her why she was going through her bag in the next sentence, "Eat another piece of pork liver, come..."

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It's okay to look through the bag, and there's nothing she can't see anyway. It's normal for a girl to have a little thoughtfulness, not to mention that this thoughtful thought saved her own life, so forget it.

"What happened to the Horcrux, how much damage was done?"

"Rufus said that another seven or eight times will destroy it, but do you think you can do this seven or eight more times?" Black made no secret of him, "This time, You-Know-Who doesn't have time to use the Death Curse. As long as he is half a second faster, we should have erected a tombstone for you by now, do you have any favorite epitaph?"

"Gildrow—" Hermione put down her bowl and looked at him tearfully, "don't risk your life, please, please."

"No, think of another way." Lockhart nodded. Yesterday, it was only eleven seconds from when the magic circle was activated until he was hit by Voldemort. At this time, he hardly had time to feel scared. But at this time, sitting on the bed and reminiscing about it, I felt faintly afraid - the kind of terrifying and creepy.

"Hey, you didn't destroy that magic circle when you Apparated over yesterday. Look at this." Black threw a newspaper over.

What's wrong? Lockhart opened the newspaper suspiciously, his left hand still a little uneasy. "Anyone we know missing?"

"Look at the bottom," Black said.

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The Ministry of Magic has declared dragon's blood and unicorn horns to be contraband and has confiscated all such products on the market. A series of products, such as magic crystal, magic parchment, etc., will be regulated for sale today.

"This..." Lockhart said helplessly, "The dragon's blood and the unicorn's horn are not very common, but the following items are commonly used magic materials, how could it be..."

"How could Dumbledore be dead, and how could the Ministry of Magic have fallen?" Black said disdainfully. "As long as there is a pervert like You-Know-Who, how can it be impossible?"

"It's nothing unusual, as long as I contact Mundungus and ask him to help me get some goods on the black market..."

"No!" said Hermione angrily.

"Okay, don't bother." If this was the last Horcrux, he would try his best to destroy it, but since it wasn't, there was no reason to do so, Lockhart changed the subject: "Is there any news about the Golden Cup Horcrux."

"No, you've only been in a coma for more than a day!" Blake said angrily, "Don't rush to destroy the Horcrux, find the last one and then come up with a solution together."

"But there is no clue..." Lockhart said distressedly. "Dumbledore traveled almost all the places where You-Know-Who went before his death. We have no clues now. Where do we find it?"

"Why have you become the same as Professor Dumbledore, so why are you active, let's take care of the injury first." Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "How do you feel, does it still hurt?"

"It feels good...you can get out of bed by yourself, please rest assured." Lockhart touched his chest with his right hand and found that there was nothing abnormal except for a little numbness and itching. "How can I get better so quickly? Could it be that I was born with an abnormal physique and is extremely resilient?"

"Hehe, don't talk nonsense, this kind of setting is only found in third-rate novels... Do you know how many phoenix tears we spilled into your wounds yesterday." Look, he said this bottle can save you ten times, but I ran out of it in one go."

"It's nothing, Gilderoy is fine." Hermione didn't feel distressed at all, "Let me see how the wound is." Then she went to remove the bandage on Lockhart's chest.

He'd always pushed Hermione around on the bed before, but this time it was the other way around, with Lockhart sitting still and letting her deal with it.

"Harry, you have a soul link with You-Know-Who, and you most likely know where that cup is." Lockhart raised his arm and let Hermione remove the bandage. "Tell me where we will go to find the Horcrux next."

"I...I don't know, I'm used to keeping Occlumency now," Harry said. "I won't release unless you let me probe his thinking..."

"That's good, and You-Know-Who might be able to probe Harry's mind," said Hermione.

Lockhart dug a hole for himself again, and taught Harry to be a qualified Occlumer, which made it more difficult to find the last Horcrux.

"Hey, it's impossible to find no purpose like this, Harry, can you lift Occlumency from now on?" Although Lockhart was thick-skinned, he felt it was a bit strange to say this: "We need to master the knowledge of You-Know-Who. First-hand information—"

"Why do you do this? It's too dangerous." Blake was of course the first to object. "This kind of mental connection cannot be one-way, and perception is reversible!"

"Harry now knows where we are," Hermione said flatly. "Can't do that."

"Harry knows where we are..." Lockhart nodded understandingly, "My thoughts are like this, we have been trying to destroy the mysterious man's Horcrux, he must be nervous, and when he is nervous, there will be Some reactions - such as taking out your last Horcrux and hiding it, and even thinking about it constantly after hiding it..."

"And Harry peeping into his mind at this time?" Blake frowned. "It's too whimsical..."

Lockhart is really suffering, he can't say that Harry should rely on this method to find the last Horcrux, who will believe it... "Let's not talk about this, anyway, Harry now knows where we are now. Yeah, next time Apparition starts we can't tell him the exact location anymore."

"We came to the outskirts of Birmingham because you were injured, Professor, and none of us can Apparate a Muggle like Dumbledore. The Muggle doctor comes by his own transport." Explain, "Otherwise I'd never know where we were."

——(To be continued.)