A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 97: Confession and seeking help

When Felix returned to the castle, he had a satisfied smile on his face.

With many professors joining, his dueling course is getting stronger and stronger. Maybe, you can bring in other professors to play in the future?

Especially when he received a text message from the owl 'Bai Xian' that afternoon—

"Dear Felix Hemp, my award ceremony is tentatively scheduled for 10 am on February 4th (Saturday) in Room 3 on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic (left of the Wizengamot Transactions Office) Side), sincerely invites you to watch the ceremony—Mocles Belby”

After Felix finished writing the reply letter, he estimated in his mind that there was still about half a month left.

In the evening, after Felix finished his rune lessons for Hermione Granger, he handed the little witch a glass of pumpkin juice.

Generally speaking, after the rune class is over, my assistant will stay in the office for a while. On the one hand, it is to relieve the fatigue in the thinking cabin, and on the other hand, it is also to talk about some interesting topics or answer questions. some doubts.

Today, they mentioned Gilderoy Lockhart.

Hermione held the cup and asked, "Professor, what do you think of Lockhart?"

"What do you think?"

"It's just his opinion about him, the lectures, the books he wrote..."

Felix glanced at Hermione. His assistant had been on the job for half a year, and he knew some of her speaking habits very well. In front of her was a way for her to obtain information.

"Professor Lockhart is very talkative and expressive, which is different from me, even though we are both writers."

Hermione asked: "Then what do you think of his book? You should have read his book, right?"

"I have indeed read it," Felix said: "It is not very useful to me, but for students, the methods of dealing with danger and discovering danger still have a lot of reference value."

"Actually, I appreciate his way of incorporating knowledge into stories, maybe I will imitate it in the future." Felix looked at Hermione with interest, her eyebrows furrowed.

"But—" she said hesitantly, "don't you think the book he wrote is completely different from his performance in class, there is a strong sense of tearing?"

"Perhaps," Felix judged noncommittally, "it is clear that there are fictions and ambiguities in his books, but we can only blame his personal morality, but at least he wrote books with I checked a lot of information."

"But what if," said Hermione nervously, her face beaded in fine beads of sweat, "what if he stole his story from someone else's brain?"

The office was quiet for a few seconds——

"This is a very serious accusation, Miss Granger. If your statement is true, then those who committed such acts will be imprisoned in Azkaban." Felix said seriously.

"Granger, I need evidence."

Trembling, Hermione took out a stack of crumpled parchment from her wizard robe.

"This is... this is what we found from Professor Lockhart's office." She said with difficulty that it was Ron who did this, but she and Harry agreed that the responsibility cannot be shifted to Ron. En alone.

Felix looked at her in surprise. He somewhat understood why his assistant was assigned to Gryffindor. This is a restless and violent witch.

The kind that breaks into the professor's office when there is a disagreement.

Thinking about it this way, every time I leave the office, it is really prescient to arrange the vines of restraint at the door.

He flipped through this document, and the name on it made him pay special attention, "Records of the visit to the old wizard in Armenia (Remarks: Werewolf Adventure)."

"Why are there two kinds of handwriting?" He first flipped through it roughly, and quickly noticed the problem.

There are a total of twenty pages of parchment, most of which are Hermione's own handwriting, and only three pages are in another handwriting.

"We, I..." Hermione swallowed, and it was really hard for her to say how she violated the school rules.

"Speak slowly, I'm listening," Felix said.

"The thing is like this, Ron was locked up in Lockhart's office, which was punishment for copying fan letters. He found a secret document and realized that there was a problem, so he secretly brought back three pages. From Based on the content of these three pages, we judge that Lockhart’s book may not be his own personal experience, but stole other people’s stories.”

"We decided to secretly collect evidence and investigate the truth."

Felix listened calmly.

"—In the next week, Ron took the opportunity of confinement to keep extracting parts from the materials."

Felix was surprised at the boldness of these people, "Then he was not discovered by Lockhart?" Professor Lockhart must be a fool, right?

"Lockhart has been in a bad state recently, his memory is very poor, and his speech is also upside down. Moreover, after we got a few pages of materials that day, we would quickly copy them down, and return the original manuscripts the next day..."

"These three pages of manuscripts are what we consider to be more important, and they are the evidence that Lockhart stole the story!"

Felix didn't know whether to applaud their elaborate arrangement or criticize it. I didn't listen to what I said to let them study with peace of mind.

He took out three pages of manuscripts, and at a glance he recognized the words recorded with a professional shorthand quill pen.

These shorthand quills are very characteristic. They generally record text according to the owner's idea, and also distort and modify dialogue, and add demeanor and action descriptions.

Felix had seen the power of this thing at Rita Skeeter's house.

He looked at it seriously——

Wizard with crooked mouth: My head hurts a little, as if a spoon is constantly digging in my brain, what's wrong with me?

(Extraordinary) Adventurer: This is normal ~IndoMTL.com~ Come on, drink some juice, it's good for you.

The crooked wizard drank the juice mixed with the unknown potion in pain.

(Extraordinary) Adventurer: Let's continue the story about werewolves. You have talked a lot in the bar these two days, have you forgotten? I invited you a lot of wine. But I want to know more details... By the way, can I look at your memory later? After all, it's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice, and readers need immersive stories.

Wizard with crooked mouth: I don't know, something is wrong, there is a problem...

(Extraordinary) Adventurer: How? Please look at me, I can help you.

The adventurer raised his wand.

Felix read the three pages of parchment with a solemn face, and the matter was more serious than he imagined.

He figured out the general logic: Lockhart found the target in the tavern, he spent a few days formulating words, or became friends with this unlucky guy, and then either attacked or drugged, in short he controlled target.

Later Lockhart got the whole story with memory magic or something like Veritaserum.

"What do you want me to do?" Felix asked calmly.

"To reveal his true colors, of course." Hermione said without thinking.

"The things on the shorthand quill are generally not considered as evidence, but," Felix smiled, "as long as he knows his behavior, the matter can be solved easily."

"I will tell Headmaster Dumbledore that with his ability, he will handle it properly. If it doesn't work, I can also take some less appropriate means."

Hermione hesitated to speak.

"Anything else?" Felix asked.

"Professor, it's Ron's trouble, we need your help."