Perhaps in the future, the new edition of "Hogwarts: A School History" will add a short biography about 1992, recording some things about the newly appointed dark arts professor and the two lawless Hufflepuff students.
But that's a story later. Harry and Rolf, who had played a big game in class, were not in a good situation at the moment. In front of them were Dumbledore, who had a calm face but always felt like laughing. Professor McGonagall, who pursed her lips tightly and looked serious, and Professor Sprout, who always smiled at others, but at this moment also imitated Professor McGonagall's stern face.
It is estimated that not many young wizards can experience the three-chamber review chaired by the principal, vice-principal and college dean.
"Anything you want to say, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Scamander?"
"Today is the first day of school! You actually made such a mess!" Professor McGonagall sternly reached out and patted the table. She was really angry with these two little bastards, "How dare you do this in class?" He caused trouble! He even scared Professor Lockhart into fainting!"
"Pomona." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath. She turned to look at Professor Sprout, "They are students from your college. It's better to leave them to you."
"That's true." Professor Sprout nodded seriously and looked at both of them seriously and majestically. However, different from the seriousness of her expression, there was actually no look of blame in her eyes.
Professor Sprout is a kind and optimistic person, but the most important thing is that she unabashedly favors her students. This is very similar to Snape, except that she is also very good to students from other colleges. In Herbology In class, as long as she doesn't intentionally cause trouble, she will never deduct points casually.
"This is a very serious mistake. I hope you two can realize this, but I would also like to hear whether you realize where you went wrong."
"Mr. Scamander, you speak first."
Rove, who was named, straightened his back and said seriously: "I shouldn't have told Professor Lockhart that I hear wolves howling at night. I made it up. It's wrong to lie, Professor. I can." Apologize to Professor Lockhart, there really are no wolves howling at night in Hogwarts, and also, there was not a full moon last night, the full moon will be next week."
"You" Professor Sprout paused. She seemed to be holding back something, but finally she waved her hand and called Harry's name, "What about you, Mr. Potter?"
I'm very sorry for this accident, Professor. "
Harry spoke in a deep voice, with sincerity in his voice. He raised his head and looked directly into Professor Sprout's eyes.
"Although there were some accidents in this matter, I don't think I did anything wrong. I helped Professor Lockhart complete his teaching goal-the correct way to respond when encountering werewolves, at least Professor Lockhart Think it’s right.”
"Correct?" A somewhat confused Professor McGonagall frowned. She didn't seem to understand what Harry meant.
"Ah, this." Harry scratched his head, "The first thing Professor Lockhart did when he woke up after being frightened and fainted was to tell us that when faced with a werewolf approaching, the most effective way is to pretend to be dead. The werewolf won't bite you."
"These are his exact words."
Harry cleared his throat and imitated Lockhart's tone and spoke:
"Fainted? How could I have fainted!"
"When facing werewolves, it is the worst choice for little wizards like you to fight them head-on, so here I am going to teach you the most effective way to deal with werewolves, and that is to play dead!"
"Werewolves don't bite dead prey, and they generally don't eat humans."
"I think no one would have discovered that I was pretending with my wonderful demonstration just now, right? Pretending to be dead is the best way for little wizards like you to face werewolves. Once they leave, you will be safe. Get away.”
"Professor Lockhart even gave me ten points." Harry smiled funny and spread his hands to show his innocence, "Professor Lockhart was not frightened by me. He was just teaching us all."
Professor Sprout, who had turned his head, was shaking with his shoulders shrugging. Dumbledore also looked out the window, as if a flying saucer was about to pass by in the clear space outside. He looked carefully.
Professor McGonagall used great perseverance to prevent herself from laughing in front of the students, but the corners of her mouth that could not help but raise betrayed her mood at the moment.
"is that so."
She barely controlled her expression, "It seems there is a bit of misunderstanding here?"
"Yes, there are indeed some minor misunderstandings."
Harry answered seriously, without the slightest hint of guilt on his face.
"Okay then." She nodded to Harry, then looked at Rolf beside her.
"Mr. Scamander, lying is a bad behavior and I hope you will correct your mistakes starting today."
"Pomona, you must still be short of manpower, right?" Professor McGonagall vaguely nudged Professor Sprout with her elbow, who almost laughed.
"Yes, yes. Yes, Minerva." Professor Sprout wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and then nodded, "Mr. Scamander, then you can come to the greenhouse to help this week. Six p.m. O'clock to seven o'clock, greenhouse No. 15."
The wide-eyed Luof opened his mouth innocently. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he could only watch the two professors leave the room. Greenhouse No. 15 was next to the dragon dung compost pool. Go there. No need to say much about what he did.
"If you confess, you will be lenient, and you will be jailed."
Harry patted Rove on the shoulder and shook his head slightly.
"I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore. You go to the auditorium and hold a seat for me."
"oh"
With a drooping brow, Luo Fu dragged his legs away in a lifeless manner. He smelled of feces at the beginning of the semester. This semester was really off to a good start.
"Thank you for adding some fun to our boring study life, Principal Dumbledore."
Harry spoke politely, while Dumbledore, sitting opposite him, was stuffing a piece of sweet toffee into his mouth.
"You and Gale really have the same bad taste." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair.
"Maybe I think it's rude to let a clown waste an entire school year's time."
"Should this be considered a timely stop loss?"
Harry was very relaxed when chatting with Dumbledore. Although a few months ago, he pointed at Dumbledore's head with an ebony stick, that was a thing of the past. Besides, as a kind-hearted person, Harry was very relaxed. As an old man, he will not take the little offense of a little kid like him to heart.
"The school can't find a serious professor to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"If there was, I wouldn't choose him." Dumbledore pushed the sugar bowl in front of Harry, which contained colorful toffees of different flavors. "Try a new product? Honeydukes has not yet released a new product. Taste and filling.”
"Thank you, but it's too sweet and I can't bear it."
Harry declined Dumbledore's offer. He was really not interested in sweets.
"If there is no candidate, why don't you consider this person?"
Harry was not happy to let Lockhart continue to lead Hogwarts and waste everyone's time. Although he could learn something by himself, after all, magic is an empirical subject, and many knowledge cannot be learned through reading books. For example, if you don't have the guidance of Professor Flitwick and follow the textbooks, you can only master three to five points. The difference between the pheasant wizard and the wizard from the regular school is simply clouds and mud.
"who?"
"Remus Lupin, my father's best friend, Godfather Snape had a very bad relationship with my father, but when he mentioned my father's companions, he was the only one who didn't have much ill will. Mr. Lupin was a A very capable person.”
"Remus is indeed excellent and capable, but he may not be suitable for Hogwarts right now."
Dumbledore spoke meaningfully.
"I don't care about the werewolf, and I will try to make other students not mind his identity when it is revealed."
"Godfather Snape will help improve the Wolfsbane potion. I talked to him about this before the holidays."
"It seems you were prepared?" Dumbledore's eyes showed a hint of interest. Harry seemed to have known that Lockhart was a fool?
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position at Hogwarts is already notorious." Harry spread his hands, "After a good teacher like Professor Grindelwald leaves, the chance of finding a suitable teacher is certainly not high. You don’t have to guess, right?”
Dumbledore nodded clearly. Such keen observation and prescient analysis were indeed very similar to Grindelwald.
"I will write to him, but it may take a week to prepare. He is a little helpless right now."
"Then I'll go to Cairngorm sometime. Can Fox lend me a loan, Professor?"
"Are you going to find Fenrir Greyback?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly. The last werewolf attack occurred in Scotland, and the Cairngorms Mountains are the most likely location for Fenrir. .
"Well, this is an explanation to Professor Lupin. I need to ask Hagrid to accompany me. It will be safer that way."
Harry smiled. Although he likes adventure and hunting, old hunters do not fight unprepared battles. As the most notorious werewolf, Fenrir cannot be compared with ordinary werewolves. Even if it is not under the full moon, as a pure As a blood werewolf, he is also contagious to a certain extent, and his degree of wolf transformation is very high. Even in human form, part of his body is alienated.
"Then I can rest assured. When you are ready, just call Fox's name. He can hear it at any time."
"Now, I need to talk to Professor Lockhart about the breach of contract. Buying a complete set of his autobiography is not cheap. As the principal, I need to be responsible for the entire student body of the school."
Dumbledore, who looked like a good old man, had a bad heart. He guessed that he had been with Grindelwald for too long, and he was very comfortable in using his ability to cut grass and roots cleanly.
Harry didn't bother to care about Lockhart's disgrace. After all, it had nothing to do with him, right?
In a world where only Lockhart is injured, everyone is having a good time.
(End of chapter)
