Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Dumbledore looked down at the note in his hand, looked up and said, "He's all right, let's go see him, Gilderoy, you're doing well, the Ministry of Magic doesn't know what's going on."

"How do I get there?" Fred asked, shuddering. "The fireplace?"

"No," said Dumbledore. "It's not very safe to use the fireplace now. The fireplace network has been monitored. You go with the door key in Gilderoy's hand." He pointed to the old kettle in Lockhart's hand. " Have you both used door keys before?"

They all nodded, and then each reached out and touched part of the charred kettle, "That's fine, then wait for me to count three...one...two..."

At the moment of "three", Lockhart looked at Harry and found that Harry's face was contorted, his eyes were flashing red, and he seemed to want to attack himself.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Lockhart hurriedly took out his wand, stood up and stepped back. They had reached the dark basement kitchen in No. 12 Grimma Plaza. The only light source in the house, the fireplace, and a flickering candle. Crutcher was leaving from the door to the hall, raising his trouser belt while turning his head and giving them a hateful look. Sirius and Lupin Moody are waiting for them while drinking.

"Gidro, what's wrong with you." Moody asked Lockhart suspiciously. "How did you find out."

"Harry," Fred said.

"Come on, Harry." Tonks winked at Harry.

"Yeah, I'll listen too," George said.

Everyone looked at Harry, and outside, Crutcher's footsteps also stopped on the stairs.

"That—" Harry began, "I have a—like—phantom..."

Harry then told them everything he had seen, only he had revised the story to make it sound more like he was standing next to the snake and saw the event rather than seeing it through the snake's eyes. Ron, still pale, gave Harry a quick glance but said nothing. After Harry finished speaking, Fred, George and Ginny continued to stare at him for a while.

"Dumbledore, do you know what's going on," Moody asked.

"Some ideas, I will discuss with Gilderoy and Severus later." Dumbledore said lightly.

"Where's mom?" Fred said, turning to Serres.

"She looked after Arthur at St Mungo's," Sirius said. "We'll visit Arthur when he wakes up."

"Go now!" Ginny said anxiously, and she turned to look at her brothers, who of course were still in their pajamas. "Could you give us coats and capes or something?"

"Okay, I'll get you some clothes," said Lockhart, standing up.

"Thank you, Professor." Ginny stood up and hugged Lockhart, then ran up to Harry and kissed him. "And you, Harry, you saved our dad."

Harry blushed, he had never kissed Ginny in front of so many grown-ups.

"When did you get together?" Tonks asked with interest.

"I told Harry I liked him at the beginning of the semester!" said Ginny proudly. "Harry doesn't hate me, does he."

Ron still looked pissed that he had no idea when Harry and his sister started.

"That's right," Tonks said encouragingly. "That's how Gryffindor people are supposed to fall in love. Look at Hermione, she's just a step behind."

"Don't talk about that!" Lockhart came downstairs with a pile of clothes, reluctantly hearing their topic.

Harry picked up the wine on the table and drank. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be here at all, they're all sleeping in bed. Although his warning ensured they found Mr. Weasley in time, telling himself this over and over didn't make him feel any better, let alone the inescapable fact that he could have been The man who attacked Mr. Weasley.

"Harry, what are you thinking, get dressed, let's go see Daddy." Ginny looked at Harry strangely.

Harry continued to think uneasily, and then he also felt like attacking the Headmaster and Professor Lockhart. "

"Tonks takes the Weasleys to St. Mungo's, Harry stays," Moody began.

"Why, Harry saved Dad, he should go too!" said Ginny dissatisfied.

"Arthur is still awake, we can use this time to understand the situation." Moody glanced at Ginny.

"Come on, kids." Tonks left with the Weasleys.

The rest walked into the conference room and sat down.

"Harry, talk about the situation, what happened to the snake." Moody's eyes stared at Harry.

"What's going on?" Harry said nervously.

"Harry, we'll be on your side no matter what happens." Lockhart tried his best to look kind.

He succeeded, and the positive image that had been in Harry's mind for a long time came into play at this time, not to mention that Harry's godfather Sirius Black was also here, which made Harry decide to confess...

Harry frankly told every detail of his hallucinations, and made no secret that he was the snake that attacked Mr. Weasley.

"Don't be silly, kid, you can't be that snake." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief.

"But, it's not just this," said Harry, his voice only a little heavier than his breathing, "I... I think I'm going crazy, in Dumbledore's office, before we took the key... For a second or two, I thought I was the snake, and I felt like I was a snake--when I looked at the Headmaster and Professor Lockhart, the scars started to hurt--especially Professor Lockhart! I I hate him so much! I want to bite him!"

"It's true or not." Lockhart was surprised, did Voldemort remember him, but maybe he was used to the fact that he was an Order of the Phoenix, maybe Dumbledore did something to his spirit, he didn't Immediately thought of running away.

"That must be the aftermath of the hallucination, that's all," Sirius said. "You're still thinking about that dream, or whatever you want to call it, and—"

"It's not like that," said Harry, shaking his head. "I'm the snake!"

"Harry, I know what's going on, you trust me," Lockhart said firmly to Harry. "You're not the snake, and we'll find a solution later. Now, you need to rest."

After Harry left, Black grabbed Lockhart's arm: "Gildrow, you have a solution to this problem, don't you?"

"It should be," Lockhart tried to make his words sound like guesswork. "I guess it was the attack that year that left Voldemort's mental imprint on Harry's scar, which could affect Harry's mood."

"Occlumency." Moody spit out a word, "Since what happened to the Longbottoms, the Department of Magical Enforcement has required all Aurors to master Occlumency. As far as I know, Dumbledore, Snape also With you little Gilderoy, you all practice very well, don't you?"

Black looked at Lockhart, as if waiting for his response.

"Yes, in fact, Severus is the best practice, you know, he has to hide his thoughts from the mysterious person when necessary."

Black let go of Lockhart's hand: "There is no doubt that Harry would rather learn from you, Gilderoy, please."

"If Harry wants to learn, I'll do my best to teach him," Lockhart assured Black.

"Okay, let's go to rest." Moody yawned. "Next time it won't be a snake."