Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

After class, Lockhart wandered the hallways of the school when he saw someone arguing ahead.

"I warned you this morning not to try your crap on other students," Hermione's voice said.

"But we pay them!" Fred said angrily.

"That doesn't work either, such an experiment is too dangerous!"

"Bullshit," Fred said.

"Calm down, Hermione, they're all right," Lee reassured her as he walked from one to the other among the first-year students, stuffing some purple candy into their open mouths.

"Yeah, look, they're all awake now," George said.

Indeed, some first-year students were already moving, and several were startled to find themselves lying on the floor, or dangling from their chairs.

"How are you feeling?" George asked gently at a dark-haired girl lying at his feet.

"I-I think so," she said, trembling.

"Excellent," Fred said happily, but in the blink of an eye, Hermione had snatched the notebook and the paper bag containing the comatose stumble from his hand.

"That won't work!"

"Of course, they're all alive, aren't they?" Fred said angrily.

"You can't do that, what if they get sick?"

"We don't make them sick, we've tried everything on ourselves, this experiment is just to see if everyone reacts the same—"

"If you don't stop experimenting, I will—"

"Send us detention after class?" Fred said in a "try it for you" tone.

"Or punish us for copying?" George grinned.

Lockhart walked over at this time: "George, Fred! I think Hermione is right, you should stop this dangerous behavior immediately, or I will deduct your points."

"Professor~" said George and Fred pitifully.

When Hermione looked back and saw Lockhart, her eyes turned red immediately, then she picked up her things and left quickly.

Hehe, this time it was Hermione's turn to ignore her, Lockhart laughed at himself, that's fine, it's better than short-term pain.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful. I don't want to see you messed up things in school again. A point will be deducted once you see it!"

After reprimanding George and Weasley, Lockhart went back to the office and replied to the fans. Now that Hermione didn't come to his office to help, of course he couldn't ask her to help, so he had to do it himself.

He asked Harry to come to his office at this time. After a while, Harry did come in.

"Professor, what's the matter." Harry sat down in front of Lockhart.

"Maybe you can help me reply to the fans first, I wanted you to do this in your second year, but Hermione took away the honor that belonged to you," Lockhart joked.

"Uh, good professor." Harry was actually going to help Lockhart write a reply, but Lockhart stopped him with a smile.

"Harry, because of some things, I don't have much time to guide you in class this semester."

"whats the matter?"

"You don't have to know, listen to me," Lockhart interrupted Harry. "I want you to set up a club for those who oppose the racial prejudice of Mystery Man, and then have a good relationship."

"Why do you do this? Could it be that the Order of the Phoenix can't deal with the mysterious man, and should you use the power of the students?"

"It's not that the Order of the Phoenix can't deal with it, but to protect your own safety!"

"But they're not very good themselves. I'm afraid they can't even be your opponent." Harry always thought Lockhart was very good.

"So, your club's usual way of activities is to practice duel skills with each other."

"Practice dueling?"

"That's right,

To be precise, a fight. Lockhart added, "I'll be fine to teach you a few tricks, and then you'll be responsible for teaching your friends. "

"I don't understand, what's the point of that?"

"The meaning is, if one day, you grow up, and the people of the Order of the Phoenix are old or dead, and you have to fight against the mysterious people, these people will be your team!" Lockhart was very impatient, Harry said. Much slower than he had imagined, he couldn't help but think of the clever Hermione, and it was very easy to talk to her, of course, not when it came to feelings.

"What happened?" Harry was a little terrified. "Did something happen, who died?"

"Nobody died, but you have to be prepared to understand."

Harry was even more disturbed: "Professor, you will protect yourselves, right, swear."

Lockhart was both annoyed and moved - at least Harry was really worried about them.

"I swear, Harry, we'll take care of ourselves, and you have to swear to get this right, okay?"

"Okay, professor, but I don't know what to do."

"You just need to be a leader. If you have any questions, ask Hermione, she will help you solve it."

Harry seemed to remember something, but he hesitated: "Hermione she-"

"What's wrong?"

Harry thought for a moment before deciding to tell Lockhart: "She's been in such a bad mood lately that neither Ron nor I dared to speak to her."

"Really..." Lockhart had no choice.

"She doesn't take the initiative to answer questions in class now. As long as she is in class with Slytherin, she keeps staring at Fudge."

"Staring at Pandora?" Lockhart was a little surprised.

"Yeah, that look is like eating her."

"Uh..." Lockhart was a little uneasy, "Well, don't pull Pandora in your club, and try not to accept Slytherins. Many of their families support the mysterious man."

Lockhart was still a little selfish, he didn't want Pandora to take risks, maybe Hermione would be hard to deal with if she impulsively cast a curse on Pandora.

"Hermione won't necessarily help..." Harry said hesitantly.

"No, no matter how unhappy you are, if you ask her for help, she will still help you. I understand her." Lockhart was quite confident about this. Hermione was a kind and enthusiastic girl after all.

"Okay." Harry nodded, "What about the inspector lady, she doesn't look like she's talking."

"You just do it, and I will bear it when the sky falls," Lockhart said confidently.

"kindness!"