The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Attending a ghost party can be used as a selling point of the book. If some legendary stories can be dug out from the ghosts' mouths, then the famous adventurer Lockhart will have another legendary experience.

Loren guided Lockhart to fantasize in this direction: "Professor, you know, ghosts think differently from living people. If you want to know something from them, you have to follow their wishes..."

"Yes, yes, that's right!" Lockhart's smile grew brighter as he listened to Loren's words. He was already immersed in the fantasy of selling his new book, as if he saw another Medal of Merlin waving to him.

"This party was held by Count Nicholas to celebrate his 500th anniversary. I thought, if you could help Count Nicholas make the party more perfect..." Loren said.

Harry thought he might have been dazzled when he saw Loren wagging his fox tail behind him.

For the next hour, Harry didn't copy the envelope. He just watched Loren fool Lockhart. He tricked him into organizing a party for Nick, and warned Lockhart not to make his own decisions and to follow the ghost's wishes.

"Come... come... let me... tear you apart... kill you..." A creepy, breathless, cold and vicious voice suddenly sounded.

Harry jumped with fright. It was this sound. He had heard the same sound last time.

Definitely not an illusion, nor any castle sound. While Lockhart wasn't paying attention to him, Harry looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

All you can see are portraits of Lockhart, each with a smile.

Noticing Harry's gaze, the portraits of Lockhart grinned at him, teeth bared, and the smile turned into a bright smile.

Harry felt a deep chill. These suspicious smiles seemed not to be directed at him, but at some invisible existence around him. So false, so weird.

"There must be something wrong with this Lockhart!" Harry thought silently in his mind.

On the other side, Loren, who couldn't hear the Parseltongue, completely took Lockhart into the pit, poured cement, and sealed it tightly.

He had no idea that Harry behind him had already created a big drama in his mind and came to the conclusion that something was wrong with Lockhart.

At the end of their conversation, Loren politely bid Lockhart farewell and sighed deeply as soon as the office door closed.

Lockhart came up with a perfect plan, and Harry escaped from confinement. He was the only one who lost money. He spent one night cheating people, and his progress in learning the Forgetting Curse was 0.

After walking some distance away and completely out of sight of Lockhart's office, Harry looked at him with a serious face: "Loren, Lockhart is an evil dark wizard!"

Loren was a little surprised. He thought that it would take the end of the school year for Harry to see through Lockhart's true face. He became interested and asked curiously: "How did you tell?"

"Remember the weird noise I mentioned last time when we were in the corridor? I heard it again when I was in the office just now. It must be the dark magic items Lockhart kept secretly causing trouble."

Loren fell into silence. This reasoning could not be said to be wrong, it could only be said to be outrageously wrong.

Harry frowned tightly: "We must tell the professor and Principal Dumbledore immediately!"

"No, without evidence, the principal and professor will not believe us. We need evidence, and we need to find out Lockhart's true identity!" Harry said to himself, and quickly sorted out his thoughts, and came up with the solution smoothly. Conclusion of unauthorized action.

That's totally fine, it's very Harry Potter and very Gryffindor.

"What you said makes sense," Loren pondered for a moment, "Well, you tell the others about this and discuss how to investigate Lockhart. I will deal with Lockhart to prevent him from noticing and guarding against you, and I will look for opportunities along the way. Test him in a subtle way."

Loren secretly thought that Dumbledore hired Lockhart as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts with the intention of letting the young wizard reveal his true identity.

Harry's investigation of Lockhart was also in line with Dumbledore's plan. Later, with a little guidance, Harry investigated Lockhart and the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets at the same time. He will not participate in the specific actions. This is the mission of the savior Harry Potter.

What is your mission?

Oh, and test the eyesight of the awakened basilisk.

Loren stabbed a certain old man with a white beard in his heart.

…

In the Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall was telling the theoretical knowledge about Animagus on the stage, and the audience was filled with members of the Transfiguration Club. The quill that Hermione held in her hand to take notes was almost shaking, attracting the surprised gazes of the little wizards around her.

"Animagus cannot transform into any animal at will. Can anyone tell me what factors are related to the animals that wizards transform into?" Professor McGonagall asked the question, his eyes wandering among the group of young wizards.

Hermione held the quill in her hand and raised her hands high.

Professor McGonagall's attention was attracted, then he passed her and looked at the little wizard at her desk: "Mr. Morgan, tell me."

Hermione's little mouth suddenly dropped, and she glanced at Loren angrily.

Feeling the little witch's gaze, Loren sighed and stood up helplessly: "It has something to do with the wizard's personality and weight, Professor McGonagall."

Don't click on him again. This is the third time in this class that he has been called on to answer questions. If she clicked any more, Hermione would be jealous.

"Absolutely correct, but there are no extra points for club courses." Professor McGonagall smiled, "I personally will give you 5 extra points from the bottom of my heart, although it is useless."

"Hahahaha..." The little wizards burst into laughter. They loved such a humorous Professor McGonagall.

Except for a certain Granger classmate, Hermione was gnashing her teeth, the ink marks of her quill pen soaked into the back of the paper, and she was muttering viciously: "Why don't I have the extra points from Professor McGonagall's heart!"

The bell rings, it's time for recess.

The little wizards were chatting together. Some were discussing the knowledge learned in the class, some were copying notes, and some senior wizards were in love.

"Nick invited us to go to the 500th anniversary of his death. It is on Halloween. It is said that ghosts from all over the world will come to the party. Will you join?" Loren looked at the little wizards around him.

"Ghost's death anniversary!"

"Awesome!"

Seamus and Dean raised their hands in excitement, showing their strong desire to participate.

"Why would someone celebrate the day of their own death?" Although Ron was confused, he also expressed his intention to go.

Neville was very hesitant. He scratched his head and looked at them sheepishly: "I want to go...but, I, I'm a little scared."

Seamus and Dean stood on one side and put their arms around his neck: "Don't be afraid, let's go together, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Okay then."

The group of people laughing and joking expressed their intention to participate.

Turning his head, Loren saw the little witch who was still having an awkward moment. He shook his shoulder and bumped into her. He leaned forward and asked in her ear: "How are you doing? Do you want to go?"

"Go!" Hermione turned her head and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Hehe, lend me your notes for copying after class."

"knew!"

"Remember to grade and underline the knowledge points. I will only copy the most important parts."

"You are so annoying!" Hermione said with a sullen face, but the quill in her hand was honestly drawing lines on the notebook.

Seeing the little witch's awkward expression, Loren was in a good mood for a moment and turned to join in the conversation with Harry and others.

Harry had just finished describing the strange noises he heard in Lockhart's office, and discussed his conjectures, hoping for their help in investigating Lockhart.

"It must be him! It can't be wrong!"

Seamus spoke resolutely: "All the roosters raised by Hagrid had their necks broken and killed. He thought it was the foxes in the Forbidden Forest who did it. But there were no such strange things in previous years, and it happened when Lockhart came to school. To I said, it must be an evil curse that requires blood as a material!"

Neville's eyes suddenly widened and he stuttered: "Last... last Wednesday night, I changed into new clothes that day and forgot my password list in the dormitory, so the Fat Lady locked me out. I... I saw a group of... a group of spiders lining up to climb out of the castle!"

When Ron heard the spider and thought of the image again, he shivered in horror.

"Yes, Lockhart has just been at Hogwarts for a month, and all kinds of strange things have happened. He must be an evil dark wizard!"

Seamus' eyes were shining with excitement and he was dancing. He couldn't wait to reveal Lockhart's true face.

In his first year, he missed the trolls and Quirrell, and he would definitely not miss Lockhart this time.

He has already thought about how to brag to his friends and parents:

On the surface, he is a best-selling author and adventurer, but in fact he is an evil dark wizard. Lockhart sneaked into Hogwarts with ulterior motives.

The Boy-Who-Lived - Harry Potter, his roommate Seamus, and their friends used their wisdom and bravery to expose Lockhart's true identity and capture him!

That's it! Seamus Finnigan will also become a Gryffindor champion!

Dean looked at Seamus, who was laughing like a goose, in confusion, and thought about whether to take him to the school infirmary and let Madam Pomfrey check his brain.

The classes of the Transfiguration Club were connected with the activities of the lower division of the Charms Club. As soon as Professor McGonagall announced that get out of class was over, the group rushed to the place where the spells were practiced without stopping.

Professor Flitwick will personally guide them in practicing spells and make suggestions based on each person's situation, so the younger wizards are very active. When they arrived, the training ground converted from a classroom was already full of people, and the group quickly went in to find a seat.

In an inconspicuous corner of the training ground, Slytherin's little wizards gathered together, each practicing spells.

The pale-faced Crabbe looked at Harry and others in the crowd with bitter eyes. He restrained his inner rage and asked harshly to the empty right side as if talking to himself: "Why, you're not Does it make me stronger? Why can't I pass the Transfiguration exam?"

He took the selection test for the Transfiguration Club, but was rejected because he did not learn the basic knowledge well in the first grade. After learning that the Transfiguration Club would teach Animagus content, all the jealousy in his heart turned into resentment towards Harry and his group.

There was obviously no one around him, but there was a gloomy reply in the air that made people feel chilled all over: "I have improved your magic power and made you smarter, but you still need to learn knowledge by yourself."

Crabbe asked impatiently: "Is there any magic that can directly input knowledge into my brain?"

The black-scaled snake curled up in its clothes spat out a message, and its vertical pupils flashed with murderous intent.

The weak scum dared to speak to the Dark Lord like this. Even his father, Old Crabbe, would not dare to be so rude.

Angry and annoyed, Voldemort showed nothing. He manipulated the snake body and made a voice: "Of course, but you need to pay some insignificant price."

…

The corridors of Hogwarts are always deserted at night, and this desertion is even more obvious when the cold wind blows and the rain falls outside. The hard-soled shoes stepped on the floor, causing an echo in the long and narrow aisle.

Pushing the switch of the lights out, the top cover popped open with a crisp sound, and a pleasant metallic trembling sound echoed in the empty corridor.

If we use the analogy of a metal lighter, it is probably where the fire outlet is, with several groups of light sources of different colors floating on it. The most eye-catching thing among them was a ball of miserable green light, exuding a dangerous aura.

It has been nearly a month since Loren obtained the Deluminator and the structural blueprints, but his progress in dismantling the alchemy circle was pitifully slow. The Deluminator is not only complex to depict the magic circle, but also has a very delicate internal mechanical structure.

Dumbledore cleverly combined the mechanical mechanism with the magic circle. When the switch is pushed forward, the internal buckle will be embedded in the groove of the upper part, and the magic circle on the buckle is connected with the magic circle at the upper end to form a whole. , forming a magic circle that collects light sources.

When the switch is pushed backward, the buckle will embed into the groove at the rear end, and the function of the array is transformed into containing and sealing the light source.

Feeling the lethal magic drawn from the basilisk's eyes, Loren couldn't help but confirm to Flamel floating beside him again: "Can I really deal with the basilisk now?"

It had been almost a month since he last dealt with the basilisk. He had fallen into Dumbledore's trap and had to find a way to test the vision of the awakened basilisk. Loren was really unsure and had to ask Flamel for help.

He thought he would get some roundabout plan, but after Flamel listened to his explanation of the situation, he actually asked him to go straight up and confront the basilisk head-on!

"As you said, the basilisk has been sleeping for the past thousand years. It didn't wake up until fifty years ago. It needs a period of recovery to let the blood flow in the body and let the stiff bones and muscle stretching. Besides, Albus helped you restrain the basilisk's most deadly gaze, so what else is there to worry about?"

Flamel took a leisurely look at the scene inside Hogwarts Castle. Because of the uniqueness of his body, he didn’t have to worry about anyone discovering it. “Compared to magical animals that can’t think, wizards are most powerful. Not just magic, but brains.”

If you refer to the dueling exercises in the Book of Fantasy, Loren's current strength is more than enough to deal with the weak Basilisk. It's just that there is an unfathomable boundary between reality and virtuality, and virtual battles can never replace real battles.

Not all battles are simulated, so Flamel didn't use the Book of Fantasy to build a virtual basilisk for him to practice on.

Loren shook the suitcase he was carrying, which contained the things he prepared to deal with the basilisk. The weight reduced by the traceless stretching spell gave him a sense of security in his heart.