Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Lockhart and Dumbledore went back to school, and when they returned to the headmaster's office, Lockhart found Snape sitting on the sofa.

Dumbledore motioned for Lockhart to sit down too.

"Harry's thing-" Dumbledore seemed to organize the language, "you should all know."

"Forgive me, I just know you called me in a hurry in the middle of the night." Snape looked at Dumbledore coldly.

"Because of Voldemort's soul remaining in that scar, he can now communicate with Voldemort."

Snape nodded. "So?"

"I need someone to teach him Occlumency right now, there is no doubt that you have the best mastery here..."

"Don't think about it! Why didn't you teach him yourself!" Snape seemed to be angry, and he stood up and paced back and forth in the office. "I just promise you to do everything in your power to protect him!"

"Harry's father, that arrogant, lazy, stupid guy, what a lot of things he's done to hurt me! And Harry's just like him now!" Snape seldom had such a gaffe.

"I see Harry now, like I see his father! I almost refrained myself from spelling him! You asked me to teach him the skills I had?"

Dumbledore waved his hand, signaling Snape to calm down. "So," he looked at Lockhart, "Gidro?"

"Look, we almost forgot, didn't we," Snape said with obvious sarcasm. "Re-elected Defense professor, Harry's favorite professor...I guess you'll happily put everything Didn't it teach him."

Lockhart rolled his eyes helplessly, and finally got a little warmer with Snape...

"I think it's better for you to teach Harry yourself, Mr. Headmaster. Your Legilimency...isn't it amazing, and I can hardly live without my wand." Lockhart couldn't help but mock Dumbledore. , he resented Dumbledore's unbridled Legilimency.

"I'm sorry again for my rudeness, Gilderoy," Dumbledore couldn't feel the verbal attack at all, "but I still have to go out and continue looking for the Horcrux, time is getting tighter and the Dark Lord is getting stronger and stronger. , I can almost feel his presence when I sit here, and I... suddenly became a lot weaker at this time."

"The most important thing is that I am afraid that Voldemort can spy on me through Harry, which is the worst case." Dumbledore looked at the clouds outside the window uneasily. "So, please, Gilderoy."

"What? Voldemort can see you through Harry?" Lockhart was startled. "Isn't that I'm streaming the teaching process to You-Know-Who?"

"I guess Voldemort wouldn't read something so boring," Dumbledore reassured Lockhart. "For safety's sake, I suggest not letting Harry hold a wand while teaching."

"Damn..." Having said this, Lockhart could only helplessly say no matter how scared he was, "Leave it to me."

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore. "Now, you can go back to rest and have class tomorrow."

The class was in a hurry—Umbridge hardly came to his class now, because she thought Lockhart had done exactly what she said, went back to the office, and there was a knock on the door.

"Come in~" Lockhart called weakly, and then he realized that it was Hermione who had entered.

"Hi, Hermione," Lockhart forced a smile, "you haven't come to the office for a long time."

Hermione blushed. "I'm not here for you, please tell me where Harry and Ron have gone!"

Lockhart was amused, and wanted to ask about it, either Mag or Dumbledore. This little girl obviously wanted to come to herself, but she was still stubborn.

"Stop standing, come in and sit." Lockhart pointed to the chair. Hermione seemed reluctant to come in and sit down, which was where she used to sit, but unfortunately she couldn't sit here so easily and casually anymore.

"Ron's father was injured while the Order of the Phoenix was on a mission," Lockhart explained. "Now they're going to see Arthur at St. Mungo's Hospital."

"Injured?" Hermione seemed nervous. "Seriously."

"It's all right," Lockhart comforted.

Hermione immediately thought of something: "But why did Harry go and didn't call me!" She thought that even Harry and the Weasleys didn't consider her their own.

"No, no, it's not like that," Lockhart hurriedly comforted her. "Harry was the first to discover Arthur's injury. You can just ask him when Harry comes back."

"Harry and Mr. Weasley on a mission together?" Hermione thought of this.

"No, it was Harry who dreamed of Arthur's injury. To be precise, he sensed Arthur's injury."

"Induction? What the hell is that?" Hermione looked suspicious. "Well, because of the marks left by the mysterious man on Harry, Harry can sense when the mysterious man hurts Arthur."

| "Where is he now?"

"At St. Mungo's Hospital, if you want to go, it's best to take the Knight Bus, I think you should be able to find it."

"Um."

"Help me comfort Harry, don't let him keep thinking about it."

"Well, I see." Hermione seemed to remember something, "Professor, Hagrid was placed on school probation."

"Really." Lockhart frowned, "I'll say hello to the Minister of Magic, don't worry."

Hermione felt like she had no reason to sit any longer and had to stand up. "I'm sorry, professor, I'm leaving."

"You're welcome, Hagrid is my friend too." Lockhart said with a smile, "Will you not sit down again?"

"Your Pandora will be bad!" Hermione said sourly and left the office.

— Soon after, Harry and the Weasleys returned to school to continue their lessons, and Lockhart immediately called Harry.

"Harry, to prevent that from happening again," Lockhart stared at Harry, "you need to start Occlumency immediately, you understand."

"Well, professor."

"The Headmaster thinks you should learn Occlumency from me, but, I have to be honest Harry," Lockhart continued, "Professor Snape's Occlumency is much better than me, and you might be able to—"

"No! I'm never going to learn Occlumency from him! Professor, I'm sure you can teach me."

"...Well, Harry, then from this evening, you can come to the office to find me in your spare time, and I will teach you there."

"kindness."

"Okay, you can go to class."