Section 234
[Mr. Snape, did you know... that the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago? And only I... know what happened that year! 】
Chapter 3 Adventurer Lockhart? Lockhart the Deceiver?
"Has the Chamber of Secrets been opened fifty years ago?" Lockhart squeezed his quill tightly, and the curiosity that had almost disappeared suddenly appeared, making him want to know about the Chamber of Secrets.
He glanced at the door nervously, wondering if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the door was shaking.
He slowly wrote a line, "What is the monster inside?"
[It doesn’t matter what the monster is, because it has probably been destroyed. If I'm not wrong, Dumbledore will find another scapegoat just like he did back then. 】
"What did you say?" Lockhart's eyes widened. "Dumbledore found a scapegoat?"
【Yes! Pansy Parkinson was the scapegoat. 】
Lockhart recalled, "Snape also mentioned Pansy Parkinson at that time!"
New writing emerges from the notebook.
[I hope Dumbledore and the others have not come looking for you, otherwise you may become like me, doing nothing to protect yourself and waiting for future generations to reveal the truth. 】
When Lockhart saw this line of writing, countless conspiracy theories emerged in his mind, and he wrote a line of words, "What do you mean? What did Dumbledore do?"
[Mr. Snape, you can also go to the prize display room on the fourth floor. There is a special contribution award medal that belongs to me. This is the result of my choice to obey. 】
[I was still an ignorant child at the time. I was bewitched by Dumbledore and made a wrong choice that I will regret for the rest of my life - I identified Rubeus Hagrid! 】
[I suffered a lot after receiving the honor, as if I was trapped in a whirlpool and could never escape! However, I am also afraid. I am worried that someone will see through all this and know that I am Dumbledore's accomplice. 】
[I feel guilty for the victim back then, so I decided to give my life to express my guilt for her. But before that, I left behind a notebook to expose Dumbledore's crimes. 】
Lockhart couldn't help but sigh, "Deep in the whirlpool of honor..."
Looking at the string of writings floating on the notebook, he could empathize with it and understand the feeling of suffering.
Especially in Hogwarts, as fewer and fewer fans support him, this feeling of suffering becomes stronger and stronger...
Lockhart trembled and suddenly put down his notebook, "No! You can't cause yourself any more trouble! It's more important to run away quickly!"
Just when he was about to close the notebook, stuff it into the suitcase, and walk away, new content appeared on the notebook.
[Gilderoy Snape...Mr? I remember Pansy Parkinson telling me that they had a professor named Gilderoy Lockhart. 】
[This professor is very magical. He has written so many books, but he has never shown any real magic during class...]
When Lockhart saw these two lines of words, the hair on his head stood on end and a chill ran down his spine. He immediately picked up the notebook and tried to tear it in half.
After finding it difficult to tear, he tried stabbing it with a letter opener and spilling ink, but it also failed to damage the notebook at all.
[Mr. Lockhart, those books should bring you a lot of income... Do you really think you can escape unscathed? 】
[Perhaps Lockhart, the adventurer in the book, can indeed do this. But... is Lockhart, the deceiver who is almost as good as a squib, a little too taken for granted? 】
Lockhart panicked and wrote, "What on earth do you want to do?"
[I am not your enemy, Professor Lockhart. I can help Pansy Parkinson and make her the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, and I can help you and make you a normal wizard. 】
"real?"
[Put a drop of blood on the notebook so that we can communicate better. 】
Lockhart's lips trembled, and his eyes flickered back and forth between the letter opener and the notebook.
As if he had made some decision, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, picked up the letter opener and pierced his finger.
As the blood dripped, he also felt like he was falling, as if he was traveling between the pages of the book, flying among the strange colors, light and shadow.
There seemed to be a human figure at the end of the weird colors. As he regained his balance, he finally saw the specific appearance of the human figure.
He was a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a Hogwarts school uniform, exuding a cold and calm temperament.
"Mr. Lockhart...is this why you can't cast spells?" The young man snapped his fingers, and a mirror appeared in front of Lockhart.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Lockhart let out a terrified scream, "Who is this? What have you done to me! I want to get out of here!"
In the mirror is a human figure that looks like stained glass. Every inch of the skin seems to be patchwork, and it looks extremely distorted.
However, what frightened Lockhart the most was the large gash in the middle of the human form;
The crack looked extremely fresh, as if it had just opened recently, and the edges were even twitching and squirming, as if they wanted to be healed...
"So that's it..." The young man snapped his fingers again, causing the mirror to disappear. "Mr. Lockhart, you should calm down and listen to me!"
"Insert other people's memories into your own memory, but because you can't integrate these memories, your suppressed magical talent further deteriorates, and then you become a stitched monster."
Lockhart calmed down a little without seeing the weird look. He opened his mouth and trembled, "How did you know?"
"Why? Are you willing to talk?" The young man smiled happily, "Want to go further? For example... erase those who know your secret?"
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After lunch, Vizet and Luna walked out of the castle gate one after the other.
Vizet seemed to be holding a pot of mandrake, but in fact, he used the wandless silent floating spell to make the pot move with him, so it was not very strenuous.
Luna walked in front, waving her wand like a happy butterfly, pushing the snow in front to both sides and opening up a passable road.
The rainy weather in Hogwarts was completely over, and the snowy weather came again, and a large piece of snow fell down, covering Hogwarts with thick white blankets.
After the heavy snow, there was no more rainy weather, and the sun appeared again in a hurry;
It fought with the clouds that were still hovering, and finally broke through, casting brilliant sunshine from the edge of the fine clouds.
The sun fell on the ground, reflecting on the snow on both sides of the road, as if two golden mountain ranges were pinched out of thin air.
Luna would raise her wand from time to time and pick out a few leaves with beautiful colors from the "golden mountain range".
If the leaves are hidden treasures, Luna is the sniff of pearls, who can always detect the existence of treasures at the first time, dig them out immediately, and put them in her pocket...
Chapter 4 The Unique Mandrake
The road from the castle to the greenhouse is not short, but Vizette feels that time passes quickly.
It seems that it only took a blink of an eye to see Luna, who opened the way for him, turned around, with two red flowers on her face, "It feels like it's only been a while, and we have reached our destination!"
As the Christmas holiday approaches, it means that the weather will get colder and colder.
The mandrakes are getting bigger and bigger. Now they are restless. In addition to digging up the soil for air, they are also looking for opportunities to try to turn over the flower pots.
Sprout has pink earmuffs around his neck and a shovel in his hand. "If the mandrakes are cold, the tubers may die, and all the previous efforts will be wasted."
"So, cold-proof and warm-keeping measures are very important! We need to wear socks and scarves for the mandrakes, and never let these cute little guys catch a cold."
"First, use a shovel to knock on the edge of the flower pot three times... Yes, it feels like knocking on the door... After all, they have grown up. Wait until they extend their roots before starting to shovel the soil."
There are two baskets next to her, with colorful scarves and socks in them. "These little guys are very picky about colors. You have to pay attention to their reactions later."
Vizet brought the mandrakes to the greenhouse for this reason.
In addition to him and Luna, Neville, Hannah, Cedric and more than ten other people also stood in a semicircle around Sprout.
Dressing mandrakes is a delicate job, so it is not suitable for formal courses. Therefore, only a small number of students were invited to attend, which was considered a unique private lesson.
When Sprout distributed earmuffs, Luna approached Vizette and said, "It seems that our mandrakes are particularly well-behaved? They are usually very well-behaved... just like the moon beast."
"It is quite similar." Vizette nodded, "Only when I bring special fertilizers will it be impatient and jump up and down like dancing."
...
After everyone put on the earmuffs, Professor Sprout picked up a pot of mandrakes, raised it like a shovel, and then knocked it three times on the edge of the pot.
The mandrakes in the pot reacted quickly. As soon as the third knock was over, it immediately stretched out its roots and kept digging around.
Sprout raised the shovel again and tilted the pot slightly so that everyone could see it clearly.
As soon as she shoveled away the soil on the surface, the mandrake couldn't wait to run out, quickly grasping the edge of the flower pot, and posing as if to escape from the flower pot.
Sprout embraced the mandrake, took out socks and scarves from the basket, handed them to the mandrake and shook them.
The mandrake pushed the orange scarf and waved its roots at the powder blue socks twice.
Sprout raised the scarf and shook it, then changed the socks to orange, successfully helping the mandrake to keep warm.
After completing the warming work for the first pot of mandrake, she signaled everyone to take off their earmuffs.
"See? Usually, it will show aggression towards things it doesn't like. But the strength of the wave varies, you have to experience it yourself..."
Sprout added some key points, and then asked everyone to put on the earmuffs again, divided into groups of two, and started to change the mandrake into winter clothes.
...
Just as Luna said, the mandrake they took care of was usually very well-behaved.
When Luna put socks on it, it shook its head and cooperated obediently. Even when Luna matched it with socks of different colors, it didn't seem to resist at all.
Not only that, compared with other mandrakes, this mandrake was at least one circle larger.
If it weren't for the mismatch of details and Sprout's personal confirmation, Weizet would have thought it was mature.
Neville and Hannah also opened the soil, and the mandrake was not so cooperative. It didn't like several colors and kept waving its roots, looking impatient.
As if disturbed by the mandrake, the mandrake in front of Vizet suddenly opened its mouth, and the mandrake held by Neville also opened its mouth.
Luna tilted her head, picked up the colorful mandrake, and moved it to the two baskets.
