A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 90: Confinement and Discovery

A few hours ago, Ron experienced a thrilling confinement trip.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he nervously knocked on Professor Lockhart's door, faltering and saying that he was here for confinement.

"Is there such a thing?" Lockhart looked sickly, "Oh, yes, that's right! You little villain..."

He dragged Ron into the office and pushed him into a chair.

"Well, the content of the punishment... Let me think about it, how can I make you sincerely repent and cry bitterly to thank Gilderoy Lockhart for his greatness?"

Ron stared at him dumbfounded. Lockhart's arrogance got worse?

"I figured it out!" Lockhart said in surprise, he took out a stack of bulging envelopes from the cabinet in the corner.

"Professor, what is this?" Ron swallowed, don't, don't...

"These are letters from fanatical fans. I have some of them in my collection - they are my favorites! You need to copy them all." Lockhart said vigorously.

Things are going for the worst.

Ron felt that these letters combined were thicker than the two tomes that Malfoy had copied.

He opened an envelope, pulled out the letter paper inside, and wrote at the beginning: "Dear Gilderolo, I am your loveliest and most loyal reader, Moriya, I sleep with your book every day, Because it has the most amazing picture of you, oh Gilderolo, your curly hair is scratching my heart, I can't wait to have a great adventure with you in my dreams..."

"Ouch~" Ron almost threw up.

"Are you sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"No——"

"Start plagiarizing if you don't have one. This is your punishment for cheating on the professor, no, it's a reward - let you feel the greatness of me with my readers."

What Lockhart said today was surprisingly straightforward. Ron originally thought he belonged to the peacock, at least he would hide his **** when he opened his screen.

But he didn't have the power to choose, and Ron had to force himself not to think about it, not to think about what the stuff he copied meant. But after writing two lines, his stomach retched again.

So he began to focus on Lockhart, his mind frantically spinning, trying to get himself to think about other things.

Two bodies away from him, Lockhart also spread out a piece of parchment, took a quill and filled it with ink, and wrote a line of cursive characters on it, muttering: " Merlin, I am really unlucky, and I have to apologize to stupid Fudge..."

Ron had a very frightening night, because Lockhart seemed to be a different person, with no one to guard his mouth, and a lot of secrets to him.

Either complaining about Dumbledore cheating on him, or complaining that Professor Hemp stole his limelight.

He also mentioned the days when he was in school. On Valentine's Day, he spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of greeting cards for himself, but there was no splash, and he had to live for two months. Hard days...

It was midnight at last, and Ron mustered up the courage to ask to leave, Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall, "Is it this late already? Go ahead, put the letter in the cabinet, and continue tomorrow. "

Holding the stack of letters in his arms, Ron came to the big cabinet in a "squeaky" manner. He tried to pull it, but the door didn't move at all. "Professor Lockhart, the cabinet is locked!"

Lockhart muttered a few words and swung his wand until the third time before the cabinet door slammed open, almost hitting Ron on the nose.

Ron opened the cabinet, and there were more than a dozen small drawers inside. He didn't know where to put them, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to open the drawers one by one to find the right space.

When he turned to a certain compartment, he saw a piece of parchment held in a clip, and a line of text on the top made him stop his sight.

"Records of Armenia's Visit to the Old Wizard (Remarks: Werewolf Adventure)."

He jumped and glanced again——

"The story itself is pretty good, except that the main character is an ugly, old Armenian wizard."

There is a small paragraph in the middle that seems to record someone's words, "Yeah, the people in that village are very miserable. They are always facing the threat of werewolves. The original reason is that they killed a wolf cub that actively attacked livestock. It's really sad~"

Ron's heart was pounding, he didn't know why, but he quietly pulled out the middle pages of the document - the top page he dared not take.

Lockhart's voice came from afar, "What are you dawdling about?"

"Horse, right now, Professor Lockhart." Ron stuffed the few pages of parchment he had drawn out into his arms, then scattered the letters from readers into three drawers, and hurriedly closed the cabinet.

"Professor, I'll go first." Ron quickly ran out of Lockhart's office.

Along the way, his heart was still beating violently.

When he returned to the common room, there was no one there. He hid in a corner, carefully reading the three pieces of parchment he took out from his pocket.

After watching for a while, he was a little confused. Although the content of the story was familiar to him, it was just an ordinary interview.

Has Lockhart ever worked as a reporter on the side?

When Ron returned to the dormitory, he saw Harry who had already fallen asleep. He stuffed the parchment into a book at random, and fell asleep.

In the following week, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was peaceful and peaceful ~IndoMTL.com~ There was no need to worry about attacks or exams, and the little wizards had a fantastic weekend.

Hermione finally took off her mask. Now she only needs to wear a hat to cover her cat ears. She usually looks the same as normal.

"Lavender thought I had some terminal illness." Hermione breathed in the fresh air with great gulps, her face flushed from the cold, but she had no intention of wearing a scarf at all.

"Who's Lavender?" Ron asked.

"She's my roommate."

Ron imagined it, and he asked uncertainly, "Is that the girl with freckles?"

"Not her, Ron, I thought you'd remember your fellow Gryffindor wizards," said Hermione sharply.

"I remember, it's just not right. And do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked back.

"Of course!"

"Then have you talked to him?"

Hermione shut her mouth tightly.

That night, Felix guided Hermione through the upgrade of the beaded pouch.

Felix looked at the parchment in his hand with great interest: "Are you going to create a space inside? Is it for storing things? It's a good attempt, but the difficulty has also increased accordingly."

"Professor, do you think it can be done at my level?" Hermione asked.

"Well... If you want to do it yourself, at least—" Felix thought for a while, "You also need to learn 21 practical runes in a targeted manner, proficiently describe some rune circuits, and add some alchemy The basic theory of technology.”

"I can make a book list for you."

Felix wrote a series of reference books, Hermione's mouth suddenly felt bitter...