The Druid Master of Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall quietly left the auditorium and walked straight to the principal's office.

Although there is no need to worry about Fischer’s side, she still has to talk to Dumbledore about Lockhart’s lack of real talent. She doesn’t think that bad old man will fail to see Lockhart’s truth. level.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore, who was flipping through the letters at his desk, saw Professor McGonagall who was coming, and immediately guessed her intention, but still smiled and pretended to ask: "The preparations for school are complete. Up?"

"Not yet," Professor McGonagall shook his head and said with a serious face: "I came to see you for other things, Albus."

Dumbledore put down the letter in his hand and made a "please" gesture to her with his palm spread out.

"What's the matter with Guidro Lockhart? Don't tell me you can't tell. He is an ignorant liar."

Professor McGonagall raised his tone, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Dumbledore harshly.

However, Dumbledore snapped his fingers with a calm expression, and a chair automatically slid behind Professor McGonagall, then he slowly poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Don't worry, Minerva, sit down and speak slowly."

Professor McGonagall sat down in Yiyan, but instead of touching the cup of hot tea in front of him, he held his arms around him and continued to stare at Dumbledore aggressively.

Dumbledore didn’t care too much. He smiled, took a sip from his teacup, and said, “Of course I know Lockhart’s name doesn’t fit the truth. I even know the stories in his book. It's actually the deeds of other powerful wizards, but..."

Having said this, he shook his head helplessly, and seemed to sigh angrily: "In addition to the article, Guidro obviously learned the Forgetting Curse pretty well, even Ryda Gast and Horta are both good at it. Hired."

"Then you will recruit him?" Professor McGonagall raised his brows, his expression even more angry.

"Because I think that as long as Lockhart is put into normal school life, his deception will be exposed, especially in the case of Fisch."

Dumbledore blinked and said playfully.

"But in this way, a year was wasted for the students. They couldn't learn any useful knowledge from Lockhart at all."

Compared with dismantling Lockhart, Professor McGonagall cares more about the education of the students.

"No way, it is too difficult for Hogwarts to hire a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore shrugged and complained.

"I will find a way to find a good professor next year to make up for this year's loss... In addition, students are not incapable of learning anything, at least they can understand from a bad teacher what not to do. , Don't be what kind of person."

Compared to the actual spells, Dumbledore was more concerned about the character of the students, which was also influenced by the two Dark Lords.

"Moreover, if you read Lockhart's book, you will find that it still talks about some useful things."

Now it’s Professor McGonagall’s turn to sigh, and she said with a little annoyance: “Yes, I’ve read them and read them to Feish as bedtime stories, so this little guy always thinks Lockhart is a great wizard..."

But when talking about this incident, Professor McGonagall remembered Fisch's performance in the auditorium before, and the corners of his mouth slightly cocked.

"Oh? It seems that poor Guidro will not hide it for long."

Dumbledore touched his beard, both happy and a little sad. If Lockhart was undressed too quickly, wouldn't he have to find a new professor to top him?

If it's just a short period of time, Snape, Flitwick, and even Professor McGonagall can temporarily take the place, but if it takes too long, you can't do it. Voldemort's curse is still a bit troublesome.

Thinking of this, the expression on Dumbledore's face was no longer as calm as before, with a trace of distress.

Put aside their respective distresses for the time being, in the auditorium, Fisch and Lockhart get along very happily.

Fisch liked the messy stories that Lockhart said. Although the kitty, who is very capable of actual combat, has noticed some loopholes in these stories, the fairy tales he usually hears are almost like this, so he also Didn't care too much.

Lockhart is even more satisfied. For him, who is extremely vanity, as long as someone pays attention, he will be very happy, not to mention that he is keenly aware of the special features of Fisch.

In addition to the special affinity and cat ears and cat tails, various professors, including the gloomy Snape, all loved this little boy. He even had his own house elf in the school!

So Lockhart quickly reacted. If he had such a small fan, the attention he received in school would definitely be high, plus the famous Harry Potter...

At the thought of the attention he might receive after school started, Lockhart trembled with excitement.

Although the story is very interesting, Fisch obviously can't stay idle for too long. After listening to the story of "Lockhart Fighting with the Bat", he got up from his seat, raised his arms and stretched his waist.

"I'm going to play with friends in the forbidden forest. Professor Guidro will cat meow together?" ω

"Forbidden, forbidden forest?"

Lockhart changed slightly and asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Fei Xu met a lot of friends in it!" (●ΦωΦ●)

At this time Lockhart recalled his limited memory in the magical animal protection class at Hogwarts—the only outside of the forbidden forest were safe magical creatures such as tree guards, sniffers, and so on, Fisch said "Friends", probably refers to them, right?

After all, no matter how you put it, Fei Xu is just a little wizard who has just risen to the second grade. How can he go deep into the Forbidden Forest?

Thinking of this, Lockhart felt like he could do it again.

So he laughed and said: "Is the forbidden forest? Of course, I always like to go in and play with the magical animals inside when I was a student."

He lifted the curly blond hair on his forehead, showing shining white teeth, "If it weren't for worrying about Professor McGonagall's anger, I can take you to the depths of the Forbidden Forest."

Fei Xu nodded in sympathy, and said with a sullen face: "Minerva really likes to get angry."

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They found Fisch and Lockhart, who were in the "common language," and they were even more happy. They laughed together for a while, and then left the auditorium together and came to Hagrid's guard hut.

However, Hagrid was not in his hut at this time. As the person responsible for picking up the new students, he also had a lot of things to prepare, so after lunch, he went to the train in Hogsmeade village early. Platform.

"Wow!"

Yaya was not taken away by Hagrid. After it smelled Fisch, it greeted him immediately, shaking its tail continuously.

"This is Yaya and my good friend Meow."

Fisch introduced Lockhart to the side, which made him more relieved.

It's not even a magical animal, it's just an ordinary dog, so what else does he have to worry about.

"Where is Lu Wei?"

After Fisch finished the introduction, he lowered his head and asked Ya Ya, both of them are dogs, and their relationship is pretty good. This makes Ya Ya, who was originally timid, dare to run to the Forbidden Forest without Hagrid. Lisa was happy.

"Wow! Wow!"

Ya Ya barked a few times, and then ran into the woods.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Lu Wei again. It is also a dog raised by Hagrid, but it's a bit bigger, so he usually stays in the forbidden forest."

Fisch explained to Lockhart while following Fang to drill into the woods ~www.NovelMTL.com~.

Lockhart, who doesn’t know anything about what’s going to happen next, continued to brag while drilling into the woods: “Speaking of the big dog, then I have to talk about what I encountered in the rainforests of South America. That, that, that..."

Suddenly he couldn't continue, because a huge black shadow suddenly blocked his vision.

Lockhart turned his neck stiffly, raised his head and looked up, his hands and feet were instantly cold.

In front of him, stood a huge black three-headed dog. Its three heads were licking its mouth fiercely at this time, and the wet saliva slipped from the blade-like fangs and dripped onto the bush below. There was a crackling sound on the blades of the worm.

With his head blank, Lockhart uttered the last word in a daze.

"……dog."

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