Chapter 195: Whoever Doesn’T Have A Badge Is Embarrassed, Lockhart Is Sucked Dry
Tom doesn't know how to kill, or in the beginning he doesn't want to kill.
This is something Wayne is sure of.
Of course, if Tom had been replaced by Voldemort, he would definitely not throw the diary away so carelessly.
He simply burned the Horcrux with fierce fire.
One of them has brains and the other is crazy. They cannot be compared.
No one can guess what psychotic thoughts are.
Wayne carefully analyzed why Tom released the basilisk.
The most important thing is that it has two purposes.
The first is revenge on Dumbledore.
Voldemort hated Harry the most, because Harry was his predicted enemy and he had successfully defeated him once, so he regarded Harry as his old enemy.
But it was Dumbledore that Tom hated most.
Tom was very successful at pretending to be a good student at school. All the professors and students liked him very much, and he even became the president of the student union.
Only Dumbledore has always doubted him, especially after Myrtle's death, he has been staring at him.
As a last resort, Tom had no choice but to close the secret room and blame everything on Hagrid. He remained honest until graduation.
After graduation, he wanted to stay in the school and teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Dumbledore stopped him.
So he opened the secret room and released the basilisk just to get revenge on Dumbledore and get out of the school.
Once someone kills someone, the effect will be too violent. Not only will Dumbledore be driven away, the school will be closed, and he will also be forced to leave Hogwarts.
Second... it's to eat away at the host's vitality and even soul.
Each time you control the host, you gradually gain control over their body and soul.
In the original book, Ginny was affected in this way.
But there are still a lot of mysteries that Wayne isn't sure about.
According to Harry, he and Lockhart were staying together when the incident happened, so who was controlling the basilisk to petrify Smith.
Also, if it continues to develop in the current way...it seems that the ideological education lessons he gave Tom will not have any effect.
He still has no foresight and only knows how to make small moves.
Since Hermione and Qiu are here, Wayne can't be too distracted. He can only write down these doubts first and observe them slowly when he returns.
He told the two women what he saw and heard in Beauxbatons.
Although I chatted through the address book every day before, I only spent a little time in total.
I still have to share it with several people, and sometimes I have to talk to Nico about alchemy, so it all ends in a hurry.
Wayne showed the two of them some photos he had taken.
Looking at Beauxbatons, which was full of gardens and fountains, Hermione was filled with envy.
She likes the castle of Hogwarts very much, but there are really too few places for students to relax in the school.
It's just the large lawn beside the Black Lake.
After staying for a while, the three of them left the Room of Requirement.
Qiu and Hermione returned to the lounge, but Wayne remained on the eighth floor, waiting for Penello to arrive and retrieve his suitcase.
He feels that he needs a time turner so much that it will soon become unmanageable.
At the same time, the principal's office.
Dumbledore crossed his fingers and laid them flat on the table, thinking.
"How much do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?"
"Do you think the Dark Lord will say it?" Snape sat on the sofa and said without raising his head: "He will never share his secrets with others, let alone discuss his past.
"The Dark Lord wishes that all the people who went to school with him would die. In fact, it's almost the same."
Snape unconsciously gathered his robes.
"Are you so sure that this was his fault?"
"It's almost like that." Dumbledore recalled the past: "At that time, Hagrid was expelled and the matter was settled, but I felt that I couldn't break away from him.
"Do you think he would be afraid?" Snape sneered.
"Of course." Dumbledore said matter-of-factly: "Everyone has things to fear, and what Tom feared most at that time was undoubtedly leaving the magical world.
"In that case, he can only go back to the orphanage."
"I'm not interested in these." Snape shook his head: "I just want to find out the source and who is the real murderer.
"The murderer is still unknown, but I do know the source." Dumbledore smiled:
"A house elf cannot betray his master, but I still gained some useful information.
House elf?
Snape suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy seems to be dissatisfied with me." Dumbledore said softly, "He sent a dangerous item to Hogwarts."
"What is it?"
"I don't know." Dumbledore sighed: "But at present, it has nothing to do with the current situation.
"Lucius..." Snape unconsciously rubbed his fingers and suddenly thought of something.
Dumbledore, I told Flintley before..."
Snape told everything about the conversation between him and Douglas Flint, and Dumbledore burst into laughter after listening to it.
"It seems I'm quite unpopular."
"What do you think?" Snape sneered, "Your attitude towards purebloods has never been satisfactory, and you are always demanding of them.
"No, I'm just trying to be fair.
Dumbledore corrected: "They have received too much preferential treatment in the past, I just want to get everything back on track.
"If I had really targeted them, Slytherin wouldn't have won the House Cup six years in a row."
Snape's expression froze.
He felt that this was criticizing Sang and Huai.
"What are you going to do?" Old Bat changed the subject: "Do you want me to ask Lucius?"
"He won't admit it."
Dumbledore shook his head: "Now we can only wait until the next operation to see if we can catch some clues.
"Observe Zabini and Malfoy more when we get back."
"I see." Snape nodded.
"Okay, let's not talk about these heavy topics."
Dumbledore smiled, waved his hand, and tea and snacks appeared on the table.
Snape brought the tea, showing no interest in the snacks.
The last time he ate a piece of honey candy, it turned out to be a super sweet version with added ingredients. He was so tired that he couldn't eat anything else all day long.
"How was your experience at Beauxbatons this time?"
"Somewhat." Snape took a sip of tea and said calmly: "At least Beauxbatons has done a good job in respecting his teachers."
"Being lively is not a bad thing. I hope everyone can study happily." Dumbledore was noncommittal.
"what about others?"
"There's nothing else to say."
He and Wayne had the same attitude. In terms of level, the professors at Beauxbatons were all bastards and were not at all as good as the four deans of Hogwarts.
What, you mean Defense Against the Dark Arts?
Sorry, this course is not offered at Hogwarts.
"By the way." Snape suddenly asked: "You don't know what potion Lawrence refined in the final game, right?"
"What?"
"Flying Potion, a brand new potion he developed himself, can allow people to fly in the sky for half an hour, not much slower than a broom."
"It won't be long before you can see relevant reports in the Daily Prophet."
Dumbledore was also very surprised: "Flying potion...can potions still do this?"
Although not as good as Snape, Breedo can be considered a potion master.
Using magic potions to gain the ability to fly is a bit incredible just listening to it, otherwise no one would be able to do it until now.
"Kerrell has personally experimented. It won't be long before Lawrence can win another Medal of Merlin."
"He is truly a person favored by Merlin." Dumbledore sighed: "The student relied on potions to obtain the Order of Merlin, but it is not awarded."
"I don't know if the Potions Professor will be embarrassed."
Snape's face turned as dark as ink.
If you don't know how to speak, don't speak. Does your heart mean anything?!
The next day, news of Smith's attack spread throughout the castle.
The atmosphere that had been quite relaxed suddenly became tense again.
The deans also informed the prefects to manage their respective students and not appear alone in the castle, but must travel in groups.
During breakfast, a little tail appeared next to Wayne.
Astoria sat obediently next to Wayne, waiting to be fed.
"Why do you feel like you've lost weight again?" Wayne looked at the white-haired lolita and asked strangely.
"I just lost weight." Astoria said weakly: "I've been feeling a little unwell lately and I have no appetite.
Even if the curse is not completely removed, it will still devour her vitality.
Stopping treatment for more than a month will indeed have an impact.
"It's my fault." After touching the girl's head, Wayne gave her a plate of eggs and sprinkled them with ketchup.
"Eat more, I'll let Gardevoir take you out tonight."
"Yeah!" Astoria smiled like a flower.
Just then Dumbledore entered the Great Hall.
He simply said a few words to congratulate Wayne and the three on their good results at the Potion Exchange Exhibition.
Wayne scored 100 bonus points for Hufflepuff, and Henderson and Russell also scored 20 hard points.
The second grade wizards lined up and followed the prefect to the classroom.
"Roberts, I have something to do with the principal. You can leave first." Wayne said to the prefect.
"Then go quickly." Roberts nodded: "Class is about to start, don't be late."
"knew."
If it were anyone else, Roberts would never agree, but there would be no problem with Wayne. If a problem really arises, it's not certain who will protect whom.
Wayne finally made it to the classroom before the bell rang and sat next to Hermione.
"Warm your hands." Wayne stretched out his hand.
Hermione held Wayne's big hand with her soft little hand and asked curiously: "What did you say when you went to paddle?"
"It's just a little reward. If you win the championship, you'll get an extra 100 points. You have to make up for it from other places.
"What reward?"
"You'll find out soon."
Before the bell rang, Lockhart walked into the classroom with his books in his arms. When he saw Wayne, he smiled in surprise.
"Look, our Potions Champion is back!"
"Everyone applaud Mr. Lawrence, he has brought us glory!"
The little wizards applauded cooperatively, and Lockhart smiled and said: "Mr. Lawrence, you are really lucky."
"I often wonder why these ancient competitions were discontinued when I was in school? For example, the Triwizard Tournament made me miss an opportunity to accumulate honors for the school.
The classroom immediately became silent...
If Lockhart had said this when school first started, there would have been many voices of agreement.
But now...
Even Lockhart's most loyal female fans won't believe him.
They can only use their brother's hard work to give Luo
Hart defended.
"Okay, I won't rehearse today. Let me teach you some spell-casting techniques..."
Lockhart opened the book and began to read.
The main reason why Lockhart has not been complained by students to the extent of Quirrell is because his speaking ability is a hundred times better than Quirrell's.
In addition, a lot of the knowledge in the book is true, and students can also learn something.
Hermione listened to Lockhart's story and took notes.
Wayne lowered his head slightly, but raised his eyelids, observing Lockhart with his peripheral vision.
His skin was pale, his energy was listless, and he had obviously been sucked dry by Tom.
However, the logic of his words, 003's and his usual acting style prove that Lockhart did not realize that there was something wrong with the diary.
With Wayne's discernment, he could see that his secrecy and singing were not just an act.
So how did Tom do it?
When get out of class was about to end, Lockhart assigned homework, looked at Wayne again, and joked:
"Lawrence, even if you win the championship, you still have to make up for the missing lessons. This is also for your own good."
"In two weeks, I want to see the homework you missed."
"Professor Lockhart." Wayne stood up with a smile: "I was about to tell you the good news.
"Dumbledore has promised me this morning that I don't have to do any homework this semester. After all, researching new potions requires a lot of energy."
Hermione, who was still waiting to see Wayne's joke, stopped laughing.
Emotions: Is this the reward that Wayne goes to Dumbledore for?
What a smart badass.
The little witch rolled her cute eyes.
Lockhart also didn't expect Wayne to have such a skill, and his expression was stunned.
"You didn't lie to me?"
"Professor, this is a note from Dumbledore." Wayne took out a piece of paper and shook it.
"Okay, okay." Lockhart said awkwardly: "Even if Dumbledore agrees, don't slack off, the questions in my final exam will be very difficult.
"Thank you for the reminder." Wayne replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
Whether you can survive until the final exam is still a question
After class, Wayne deliberately approached Lockhart and asked with concern: "Professor, I think your mental state is not very good. You should pay more attention to rest after ten minutes."
After finishing speaking, Wayne was stunned for a moment.
This familiar feeling.
He said the exact same thing as Quirrell last year.
They are all Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, and they are all people who were bewitched by Voldemort.
Well, they were all tricked by him...
All I can say is that it’s fate.
"Thank you for your concern, Lawrence." Lockhart said happily: "I feel very good. I have been studying a very powerful magic recently and spent a lot of energy on it."
"Yes, a magic that can change the magic world. If I have the chance, I will definitely show it to you."
"I'm looking forward to your performance." Wayne agreed with a smile.
After exchanging pleasantries, he walked out of the classroom.
Lockhart continued to put his head down and pack his books.
What he didn't even notice was that there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes.
The weekend has arrived in a blink of an eye.
When Wayne was about to go out to the Forbidden Forest to transplant some flowers and plants and put them in his suitcase for the fairies to take care of.
Harry and Ronald blocked him at the edge of the Black Lake.
"Help me, Wayne!" Harry begged, "Who is the murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets? I was really wronged.