Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 160 The Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson That Gets People's Attention

After Harry left, David went to pick up a camera from a shelf near the door.

David borrowed it from Colin, let Dumbledore put it here, and he summoned the invisible beast to take some interesting photos.

David took out the film, looked at it against the light, and it was very clear.

A bad thought flashed through Lockhart's mind, and he hurriedly asked, "What's in your hand?"

"It's just a few photos of professors attacking students, nothing interesting."

David waved the film to Lockhart.

"That"

"Sorry, no."

Lockhart just held out his hand when David refused.

At this moment Dumbledore straightened up from his desk, he had been writing and drawing something on a piece of parchment since Harry left.

"Professor Lockhart, although I trust you, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, please sign your name on it?"

Dumbledore handed the parchment to Lockhart.

Lockhart took it over and looked at it, with an ugly look on his face: "You cast a curse on it?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Don't worry, it will only explode when you don't follow our agreement."

Lockhart stared at the parchment in his hand for a long time, thought for a long time, and then tremblingly signed his name on it.

"Is it okay now?" Lockhart moved his lips with difficulty.

"Of course, I wish you a pleasant journey!" Dumbledore said while patting David on the shoulder: "Come on, David, we should go back too."

David followed Dumbledore to the office, and not long after he sat down, he heard the door being pushed open with a bang.

"Dumbledore, I heard that Lockhart seems to be leaving?"

Before Snape could enter, the voice reached the ears of the two people in the room, filled with deep joy.

This was the first time David had seen Snape so restless.

What did Lockhart do to Snape?
Made Snape hate him so much?
Snape caught a glimpse of David leaning on the chair, his expression was startled, he quickly put away the expression on his face, and returned to a paralyzed look.

"Lockhart is really leaving?"

Snape leaned against the table, his voice was calm and unwavering, but his fingers firmly pressed against the table betrayed him.

Dumbledore nodded helplessly.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Snape leaned forward slightly, with joy and eagerness in his eyes.

It turns out that your old man is peeping at his position!
David shook his head slightly.

I don't know what's so good about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Does Snape have enough time for another class?
Dumbledore obviously also considered this question: "Your time?"

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements!"

Snape immediately said that he was afraid that Dumbledore would hand over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to someone else.

".I thought about it carefully, and I still don't need it. Otherwise, you won't have enough time and the two courses will be delayed. I will find an excellent teacher next semester to make up for them."

Hearing this, Snape pursed his lips, with dissatisfaction on his face: "You two talk slowly, I'll go first, oh, Scamander, just to remind you, the potion will be ordered next week I'm done with my paper for class, I hope you've done well."

David listened to Snape's threatening words, and the corners of his mouth twitched. I didn't mean to listen, but I happened to be here.

After Snape walked away, David asked, "Professor Snape seems to want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Dumbledore nodded: "He always feels that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is more important than the Potions class, but he is not very suitable for this class now, do you have any other questions for me?"

David pointed to the notebook in Dumbledore's hand: "What the hell is that diary?"

Dumbledore picked up the book in his hand and turned it over, it was blank.

"It's part of Voldemort, he put a piece of his soul in it."

Horcrux?

Following Dumbledore's words, a word popped out of his mind suddenly.

It was like someone had locked his memory before, and now the lock was opened, and the things locked inside ran out crazily.

David gently rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the pain in his lower head.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'll take it easy."

The main reason is that all the information about Voldemort's Horcrux popped up in David's mind. If he said it, how would he explain it to Dumbledore?

"Then you should take a rest first, we still have a guest coming later."

Dumbledore didn't continue to ask, he got up and picked up the sorting hat on the shelf, groped inside for a while, and pulled out a long silver sword with a dazzling egg-sized ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

"This is the sword of Gryffindor." Dumbledore said, holding the sword: "It can be used to destroy Horcruxes."

"Are you going to destroy it now?"

"Of course, it's not a good thing to keep it around. Do you have any questions?"

"I suddenly thought of one thing. Is there a specific spell needed to summon the basilisk?"

David scratched his hair.

"Fortunately, I have already solved this problem for you."

Dumbledore smiled and blinked, and inserted the sword in his hand into the center of the diary. There was a piercing scream in the room immediately, and some black ink-like things poured out of the notebook.

But this strange appearance only lasted for a moment, and the sharp cry disappeared, leaving only some black ink marks.

"His voice is really ugly!"

Dumbledore complained in disgust, and with a wave of his palm, the ink on the table disappeared without a trace.

"Just get rid of him." David shrugged indifferently.

After David chatted with Dumbledore for a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the door was pushed open neatly, and Lucius walked into the room with a sullen face.

Lucius glanced at David with disdain, and before Dumbledore could speak, he said coldly, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's okay." Dumbledore said gently: "Several school managers sent me a few letters, saying that you are threatening them and wanting to expel me from Hogwarts?"

Lucius showed a sneering smile: "I heard that there was an attack on the school. Although it was only a cat, no one can tell if it will be a student next time, and it has been so long, and I have not Hearing that you caught the murderer, for the sake of the students, shouldn't we change to a more useful principal?"

"I came to you today to tell you one thing. I have found the murderer." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, really? Don't just find someone to take the blame." Lucius said lightly.

"Of course, no, the murderer is still the same person last time, you should know, Lucius." Dumbledore looked into Lucius' eyes, but Lucius didn't panic at all, "It's just that he It was done through other people, oh, and his diary."

Dumbledore took out the black book with a long, thin gap in the middle from under the table.

Dumbledore had been tinkering with something down below until Lucius entered.

"Congratulations then." The moment Lucius saw the diary, Lucius' pupils shrank slightly, but his face seemed to be covered with a mask, and he was extremely calm, "You can continue to stay at the school as your principal. .”

At this moment, there was a bang in the room, and Dobby appeared in the principal's office. He saw Lucius in front of him, and leaned back in the corner timidly.

"Why did you come here?"

Lucius' expression finally changed. He stared at Dobby angrily, his eyes widening, as if he was about to burst into flames.

Dobby lowered his head and hid in a corner, his big eyes glanced suspiciously at Dumbledore from time to time.

"This is your family business. Let's deal with our problems first, shall we?" Dumbledore said.

"What?" Lucius looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked up the diary in his hand: "I hope you put away those gadgets of yours and don't let them fall out, that's why I came here for you."

Lucius stood in a daze for a moment, and immediately asked, "You mean I put it in school?"

"Sneaking it into Ginny was a good strategy, but not without trace," said Dumbledore.

Lucius snorted coldly, stared at Dumbledore for a while, moved his right hand, and was about to take out the wand in his arms, but in the end he gave up.

"Dobby, let's go!"

Lucius kicked Dobby and left quickly.

"He seems to have forgotten something, David, can you give it to him?"

Dumbledore hands David the diary to pass on to Lucius.

David nodded, took the diary, and suddenly felt a little bulge. He opened it and looked inside. There was a shrunken sky-blue stocking in it, which was given to Dumbledore by David in the past.

David looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"This is a reward for Dobby." Dumbledore said, "Go, or Lucius will go away later. After you call him, you can go to Harry and the others."

David nodded and walked out of the office quickly, before Lucius was halfway down the corridor.

"Mr. Malfoy, please wait a moment."

Lucius stopped and looked at David.

David ran to Lucius and handed the diary in front of him: "You forgot to take your things."

"have a finger in the pie!"

Lucius took the notebook with a gloomy expression, glared at David, and threw it to Dobby.

"open to take a look."

David said quietly.

Dobby blinked suspiciously, and gently opened the diary.

"The master gave Dobby a sock." Dobby opened his eyes in disbelief, holding a sky blue sock in his hand, and he threw the diary on the ground: "The master gave Dobby the sock, Dobby More than freedom!"

"what?"

Lucius turned quickly and looked at David furiously: "You boy caused me to lose my servant."

Lucius raised his wand and quickly pulled out his wand, ready to deal with David.

"You gave it to him yourself. I can't blame me for that."

David drew his wand out, ready to fight back.

But he didn't need to do it anymore, Dobby saw Lucius take out his wand, he yelled not to hurt Mr. David Scamander, then snapped his fingers, and Lucius flew out.

"Damn!"

Lucius propped himself up with his hands, and was about to make a move, but seeing Dobby's raised fingers, he compromised, and could only turn around and leave angrily.

"Thank you, Mr. David Scamander, you freed Dobby, you are as great as Harry Potter." Dobby opened his mouth and showed a bright smile.

"You know me?" David asked curiously, squatting down.

"Of course, Dobby's companions at Hogwarts often talked about you. They said you were a good person, and it was just like what they said. I'm very sorry that Dobby bet badly on you when we first met. ' Dobby had tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, I've already forgotten about it," David said.

"Oh, David Scamander is so nice." Dobby praised a few words, took a step forward, and hesitated: "Can Dobby give you a hug?"

"of course can."

After David finished speaking, Dobby got up and hugged him gently on his lap, and then Dobby shook all over.

David felt a surge of magic into the illustrated book in his head.

Does Dobby approve of me?

Davy blinked at Dobby leaning against his lap.

"Dobby, are you alright?"

Dobby stood up, resting his head wearily, and he felt that the person in front of him was more cordial.

"Dobby is fine, but maybe he was too excited just now. Dobby just feels a little tired now. Dobby has to go. Goodbye, Mr. David Scamander."

After Dobby finished speaking, David just wanted to stop him, but when Dobby moved his finger, he disappeared, and David's hand caught nothing.

What a handy house-elf magic system!
David sighed, got up and took two steps back.

He realized a problem, he had already obtained Dobby's approval, doesn't that mean
David turned to the page of the house elves in the illustrated book, which gave him two abilities, among which was the unique apparition belonging to the house elves.

The pages of the book shook slightly, and David's figure immediately appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Cool!

The ability of the ball to escape the bird passes through the soil, so it can only be used when it touches the ground.

But the apparition of the house-elf will not work, it can be used at will, and the anti-apparition spell of the wizards has no restrictions on the magic of the house-elf.

Davy was like a child getting a novelty toy, and he had Hagrid's cabin in his mind.

As soon as the pages of the book moved, he seemed to get into a small hole in space, and then came out from the other end. In the blink of an eye, he was at Hagrid's hut.

The sky was already turning from fiery red to light black, gradually dimming.

Hagrid was banging his knife around the house, presumably preparing Fang for dinner.

Thinking of this, David's stomach growled, and he had already forgotten about the dinner.

After looking forward for a while, but seeing no sign of wizards, David instantly moved to the side of the castle gate and walked quickly towards the auditorium.

Passing through the few people on the side, David looked up all the way, and most of them were already full, leaving only a few sporadic seats.

"David, we're here!"

David looked around, and Hermione waved to him from the front of the long table. As soon as David walked over, he heard Ron complain: "David, why are you so slow, we have been waiting for you in the lounge for a long time .”

"Leave him alone." David was about to speak when Hermione grabbed his arm and made him sit down.

"Did Professor Lockhart really leave?" Hermione asked eagerly as she moved the food to David.

"Well, yes, Professor Dumbledore asked him to restore the memories of those he hurt."

David forked a piece of roast meat and put it in his mouth. It tasted good. During this time, the Hogwarts house-elves' skills have improved again.

"What about Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Hermione shook David's arm, and the roast he had just bitten into fell on the table.

Why didn't anyone care about Lockhart who was fired?

Everyone cares about Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it so attractive?

David forked a piece of barbecue again: "Professor Dumbledore canceled the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester, and he said that he will find a better professor to teach us next semester."

"Then the test we conducted before has been invalidated soon? This is too much!" This is Hermione.

"Great!" This was Harry, and he started cheering when he heard the news from David, because his last place score didn't count.

"It's not easy for me to get a good grade, so I was cancelled?"

Ron looked up at the candles floating in the air, and he felt that the world was against him.

(End of this chapter)