658 The three centenary saints, the three little ones Lockhart and Harry
But he said that a few people in the cabin were cheering Neville on, and while Anton was thinking about the various forces fighting to a pulp in the training center, the three of our saviors started their daily night tour again.
Wearing an invisibility cloak, one of the three Deathly Hallows, even Filch, who had magical power, could not detect it. The three little ones happily wandered around the school castle and soon found their target.
The Lockhart that everyone hates all the time.
Oh, they don't want to call this person professor, editor, or vice-principal. In fact, Lockhart's poor performance as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
At least Harry and Ron were very annoying. Hermione said a lot of good things about this former idol, but the two friends didn't agree.
At this moment, Lockhart changed from his usual showy and arrogant posture, hoping that everyone would notice his appearance. He cautiously observed the corner of the dark corridor, and then quickly ran towards another corner.
"I'm telling you there will be no good thing if he comes back to school this year!" Harry Potter whispered excitedly, "I don't want him to come back and take away the position of principal. Dumbledore is our principal!"
Ron took out his wand with a serious look on his face, tightened it nervously, and then turned to look at Hermione, "I hope you don't remind him, we want to see what conspiracy he has!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Listen, I also hope that Dumbledore will always be our headmaster. I also doubt that it is strange that Lockhart replaces the editor-in-chief of Abbot. Editor-in-chief Abbot looked very strange before.
He looks healthy, I hope this is not a trick of those school directors!"
Very good, the three of them quickly reached an agreement and followed Lockhart slowly and slowly.
Lockhart's behavior was indeed very strange. He actually walked all the way to the bottom of the stairs, which was Slytherin's dormitory!
"I knew it!" Harry was a little excited and turned around to tell his two friends. Hermione glared at him, raised her finger and shushed, gesturing with her finger to make a stepping motion.
After being together for a long time, the friends have already had their own secret codes. Hermione is telling everyone to walk quickly and get closer to Lockhart.
Next, a scene that shocked the three little ones happened.
Lockhart actually stretched out his hand from the corner, snapped his fingers handsomely, and the door of Slytherin's dormitory opened!
"How did he do it!" At this time, even Hermione was shocked. She was just thinking about how Lockhart would get through Slytherin's door.
Harry reacted quickly, holding onto the invisibility cloak with his teeth to prevent it from falling. He grabbed Ron with one hand and Hermione with the other, and almost ran toward Slytherin's dormitory at a trot.
He knew that when Lockhart entered, the door would be closed, and it would not be easy for them to go in again!
After entering, the three of them clung to the wall, waiting for Lockhart to come in.
Slytherin's common room is completely different from Gryffindor's common room. There is no warm sunshine and no bright windows. Although the sofas placed around it look particularly exquisite, they are not as beautiful as Gryffindor's.
That warm feeling.
The water plants swaying in the water on the windows, the ugly murlocs staring inside with big eyes, and the reliefs of skeletons and poisonous snakes on the walls made everyone feel very uncomfortable, as if there was an icy chill washing over them, even somewhere.
In the breeze blowing over, you can faintly hear howling.
Finally, Lockhart came in.
He first looked around carefully, then took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and unfolded it. Using the water light reflected from the window, he carefully played with the direction of the parchment, "The fireplace is here, the door is here, so this
The route should be...to the left!"
He walked for a while, then looked at the map in his hand and compared it, "The third bifurcated road here...
Then, he walked towards an aisle.
The corridor here is not wide. If Lockhart suddenly turned around and walked back, they would definitely bump into each other while walking in the middle. Harry and the others had to follow carefully against the wall.
They never thought that the Slytherin common room was so big, with forks everywhere extending in all directions.
But they were not envious. Although the Gryffindor common room was not big, it was more likely to give them the feeling of home. This seemed to be the place where the Slytherins usually held club activities. There were signs everywhere. Harry and the others saw
There are many extremely harsh words.
—Be wary of Harry Potter trying to trick the club in the name of the savior. —Experience the Werewolf Sisters Exchange Club.
—The Monster's Curse Club.
A club of Dean Snape admirers. - A club of boning and hearting.
·...·.
When they reached the deepest place, the three of them pressed against the wall. Hermione stared blankly at the crooked sign on the wall of the half-open conference room next to her: "Boycott the Rise of Mudblood Wizards Club." Ron pursed his lips.
, gently pulled her hand, Hermione turned around and smiled reluctantly, shaking her head to indicate that it was okay.
In the deepest conference room, the sign hanging on the wall is "Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe Symposium". The decoration inside has a silent luxury, not to mention various furnishings, even the golden chair under the huge sofa.
The legs shimmered under the faint light, making people doubt whether they were really made of gold.
"Huh? Why is there a bronze statue wearing armor here? Damn it, what era is this map from?" Lockhart turned over the parchment in his hand, and finally folded it helplessly and put it in the pocket of the wizard's robe.
He carefully observed around the bronze statue, and then held the bronze statue with both hands and moved it vigorously. Unfortunately, this thing was too heavy. He tapped it with his fingers again, and there was a dull sound inside.
Lockhart's eyes lit up, he tried putting his ear against the bronze statue, and tapped it again. "Aha~"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "There is an echo, there is a hollow inside!"
He thought for a moment, snapped his fingers again, took out the wand from the wizard's robe, and waved it, "In the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I, Gilderoy Lockhart, order you, the entire school's institutions
Magic is open to me!"
Suddenly, the bronze statue suddenly bent down and saluted him, and the armor on his body made a clanging sound. Then, the statue walked down from the platform with heavy steps, put down the huge two-handed sword in his hand, and moved
The hexagonal platform engraved with magic patterns on the ground was moved and placed next to it, revealing a huge hole in the ground. Then the statue made a gesture of invitation, raised the giant sword in both hands again and stood on the platform, returning to its original appearance.
Lockhart whistled loudly, looked into the hole, and waved his wand, "The naughty elf in the dark tells me if there is any danger inside!"
A light similar to an illuminating spell lit up on the tip of his wand, flickered a few times and then disappeared. "Very good."
Lockhart stood up and jumped directly through the hole.
Harry Potter suddenly opened his invisibility cloak and looked at his friends in disbelief, "Is he the principal?" Ron also opened and closed his mouth in shock, "I can't believe it!"
Hermione frowned and thought for a while, and finally realized, "Yes, no one has noticed that he served as the principal before. Maybe we can go back and check whether the original school director gave Luo the letter after Dumbledore returned.
Hart goes through the resignation procedures!"
"Definitely not!" Harry Potter waved his fist, "I knew Lucius and the others must have some evil plot!"
"Quick, let's go in and take a look!"
Jumping into the hole, a gust of wind lifted them to the ground. The three little ones quickly adjusted their invisibility cloaks. Fortunately, Lockhart had his back turned to them and did not notice them.
This is an underground secret room full of stone pillars, which is a full 10 meters high. It looks extremely shocking. "I can't believe there is such a place under the castle!" Ron opened his mouth wide.
Harry frowned. The Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts didn't give him a good feeling at all. He would always think of Slytherin's inherited Chamber of Secrets, with the basilisk and Voldemort in it...
"Look, what is he going to do?" Hermione pointed nervously at Lockhart and quickly pulled out her wand, "I have a bad feeling, we are now
Do you want to stop him now?"
Before the friends could react, Lockhart had already waved his wand and said loudly, "In the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Apparition is allowed here!" As he said this, he crushed the wand in his hand.
A bean.
Bang ~ bang ~ bang ~
In just an instant, three figures came to this underground secret room through "Apparition".
"Professor Harris!" Hermione immediately recognized one of the people. She grabbed Ron and Harry nervously and told them not to be impulsive. She led them back to the corner and whispered, "It's the former European school."
The leading professor of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the International Quidditch League!"
They didn't recognize the other two. One was an old but energetic old wizard, wearing a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses with a chain and leaning on a cane. The other was a chubby old witch.
She has an amiable smile on her face and the gentle temperament of the grandmother next door.
"Hurry up!" Lockhart looked a little nervous. "Dumbledore is not in school right now. I hope you can get things done before he comes back."
"This is not easy." Professor Harris looked up at these stone pillars and shook his head. "It looks too complicated. What do you think? Editor-in-Chief Greengrass?"
The wizard on crutches took out his wand and tapped his glasses gently, causing it to grow a pair of vines like buds, extending into the air, and eventually forming two huge buds. When the buds opened, they were filled with flowers.
It's fangs and a huge eyeball.
He seemed to be observing something through this eyeball, "The original confinement spell of Hogwarts is not our purpose. It is mainly the protective spell that Dumbledore applied to the castle later. We need to distinguish the two parts first.
"
The old witch trembled slightly and took out a mirror from her handbag and threw it into the air. The mirror became bigger and bigger in the air, and finally turned into a huge mirror with a height of 3 meters. The thick silver legs of the mirror frame fell off.
It fell to the ground with a loud clang.
She took out her wand and touched the magic mirror, and the mirror surface became translucent, and the pillars reflected inside looked like tall trees covered with branches and leaves, each leaf carrying different special runes.
On the trees, golden chains crisscrossed each other, shining with a unique color as the sunlight fell through the gaps between the thick leaves.
"Oh~" she sighed, "Dumbledore is indeed the greatest wizard of this century. The protective magic he cast is simply amazing. This is the most wonderful transformation spell I have ever seen."
Editor Greengrass obviously didn't like hearing Dumbledore's kind words, his face turned gloomy, he glanced at the old witch, and finally pursed his lips and said nothing.
Professor Harris walked over, looked at the picture in the mirror, and clicked his tongue twice, "The Witch Ravenclaw is really powerful. After such a long time, the imprisonment spell she cast on Hogwarts Castle still remains.
Such great vitality."
"Hey~"
Lockhart interrupted their conversation, "Listen, now is not the time to sigh. Speed up. You don't want to be discovered by Dumbledore, right?"
The old witch turned her head and glanced at Lockhart, her face a little unhappy, "No one has dared to talk to me like this for many years."
Lockhart swallowed, but still looked at her firmly, "I'm sorry, Dear Minister Yaxley, I think we have to move faster."
"We all serve Mr. Grindelwald. Each of us has our own needs for existence. You need to research the magic to unlock Dumbledore's imprisonment for Mr. Grindelwald, and I..."
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! "And I need to maintain my unique position as the headmaster of Hogwarts so that I can help Mr. Grindelwald. You are the French Minister of Magic, Dumbledore
Of course I won’t do anything to you, but I’m just a small vice-principal and editor-in-chief. If I’m expelled, you won’t be able to complete your mission.”
The old witch pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, wanting to say something, but felt unable to do so.
At this time, Editor-in-Chief Greengrass smiled and added, "Oh, Lockhart, as a new generation, you are outstanding. The school newspaper you lead is
The influence of the "Hogwarts Weekly" published by the magazine has almost surpassed that of my "Wizard Weekly"."
Lockhart grinned, "It's a fluke, a fluke, but it can't be compared with a powerful wizard like you."
There was a look of pleading on his face, and he looked at the big bosses he couldn't afford to offend, "Please, everyone, please move quickly, can you?"
The old witch Minister Yaxley patted Lockhart's shoulder with a black lace-gloved hand, "Indeed, you are a good new generation, I shouldn't make it difficult for you."
She smiled slightly and turned to look at the other two people, "My old friends, I am honored that after decades, we can fight together again. Let me see if you are too old to move."
"Ha~" The old editor-in-chief Greengrass had a proud look on his face. He was leaning on a cane with both hands on the ground. His nearly 100-year-old body was still straight and upright, looking up at the stone pillar, "I have never given up.
My magical path."
(ps: Editor-in-chief Greengrass appears in Chapter 419. He is the one who shouted "The dementors of Azkaban have turned into blondes." This chapter also mentions the former saint and now the Minister of Magic.
A sentence from the old witch.)
The three Harry Potters carefully hid their figures and looked warily at the three adult wizards who suddenly appeared in the school. Oh, they can't even be described as adult wizards. They all looked almost a hundred years old.
An old wizard.
Hermione grabbed the hands of her two friends hard and tried desperately to signal them with her eyes not to make any movements or sounds. She didn't know how strong these people's actual magical abilities were, but as long as she heard a few words
analyze......
Saint of Grindelwald...Minister of Magic...
professor.....
These words are not ordinary at all. The best way now is to leave here safely and then report to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore. This is the most correct way.
However, at this moment, a golden snitch suddenly flew out from the gap between the pillars and crashed into the three of them, getting closer and closer, almost almost hitting them.
Harry's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he motioned to Hermione to let go of his hand, staring closely at the Golden Snitch.
He is focused like never before. As long as this golden snitch really hits them, he will catch it at an extremely fast speed and retract his hand into the invisibility cloak at an extremely fast speed!
However, the three old wizards seemed to have discovered the Golden Snitch, and stared at Harry and the others in confusion. Either they were hit by the super-speed flying Golden Snitch and revealed themselves, or they took the initiative to catch the Golden Snitch to avoid being injured and revealed themselves.
There seems to be no more options.
Hermione held the wand tightly, began to take deep breaths, and said silently, you can do it, you can do it. At this moment, the sound of broomsticks flying back and forth came from the stone pillars.
"who are you?"
A blond boy wearing an exquisite Quidditch uniform appeared in front of everyone on a broomstick, looking at them doubtfully, "I have never..."
"Huh?"
Draco looked at the old witch and shouted in surprise, "Granny Whitley!" Phew~
With a handsome move on the broomstick, Draco happily jumped off the broom and walked over in two steps.
"Oh, you child..." The old witch was obviously frightened by him, "It's not good to jump from such a high height. My child, you should pay attention to your safety..."
Before he finished speaking, a ray of magic light flashed, Draco rolled his eyes, shook himself, turned over and fell to the ground.
"!!!" The old witch opened her eyes wide and turned to look at the hand holding the wand, "Gilderoy Lockhart!"
Lockhart silently clenched his wand, breathing heavily, and finally slowly raised his head, staring coldly at the old witch, "Whitley Yaxley, I hope you rely on the power of your family to become the
The old witch who went to the Ministry of Magic heard clearly. We are risking our lives. Do you think we are still alive if Dumbledore finds us?" "This is war!"
"Think of it as playing house in your own home.
Of?」
"Put down your wand!" Editor-in-Chief Greengrass stared at Lockhart with a serious face, "Is it because we haven't done anything for a long time, making you, a junior, think that we are old enough to bully at will?"
"Ha~"
Lockhart smiled and stared at them fiercely, "Listen, I am the planner and host of this event. If you don't want to do it, you can leave now. If you want to do it, move quickly! I said
Come on! Dumbledore! Get everything done before coming back!"
"I compliment you so much that you jumped up." Editor-in-chief Greengrass chuckled, slowly pulled out the wand from the pocket of his wizard robe, and said slowly, "You clown just relied on the Oblivion Charm to find you here and there.
Some stories can be mixed up to such an extent. Do you think we, the revolutionaries, we, the saints, will really think highly of you from the bottom of our hearts?"
"It doesn't matter!"
Lockhart half-crouched in a standard wizard duel posture and said coldly, "I don't care what you think of me. Your Wizarding Weekly has said so many bad things about me. Do you think I don't know? Haha.
, I don’t care what you people who are stepping into the coffin think!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You have no idea how I wandered alone on the edge of dangerous wizard society, and you also don't know how I managed to escape from those powerful and weird wizards.
I dig out secrets from my mouth, I don’t need you to know!”
"I only know one thing. I need to get Mr. Grindelwald's affairs done. This is the only goal." "As for you, either start working now or leave!"
"Editor Greengrass, if you dare to point your wand at me, I will immediately activate the protective spell of Hogwarts Castle and expel you from the castle." Lockhart took a deep breath, "From now on,
You won’t have the chance to come over either, I will find someone else to break this damn imprisonment spell, and you guys, just wait to be held accountable by Mr. Grindelwald!”
"It's unbelievable!" Editor-in-chief Greengrass said with murderous intent in his eyes, "You are so rude to me!"
"Ha ha ha ha....."
At this moment, the old witch Minister Yaxley smiled and pushed Editor Greengrass's arm holding the wand back into his arms, looking at Lockhart up and down with interest, looking very satisfied, "Very good
, Lockhart, from now on I recognize you as a saint."
She called to the other two people, "Greengrass, you are almost a hundred years old, can't you put down your bad temper? And you, Harris, don't keep hiding behind Lockhart without saying a word."
, you are now also a reformer in the standardization of potions, so don’t always look so vulgar.”
As she said this, she clapped her hands and said, "Guys, it's time to do the work."
Lockhart blinked and turned back slowly, and was shocked to find that Harris was standing behind him at some point, with the wand pointing steadily at the back of his head...
Professor Harris chuckled lightly and patted Lockhart on the shoulder with his wand. "This aloofness is good, and the courage is commendable. But next time if you really plan to fight, don't talk so much. And you should choose to fight again."
Take a few steps back and lean against the wall to where you were one foot ago. That is your best choice now."
As he said that, he walked towards the old witch and looked at Editor Greengrass with some disgust, "Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"You!" Greengrass glared at Harris. Seeing that the other party ignored him, he couldn't help but walked to the huge magic mirror with some annoyance and started working together.