Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Okay, I promise..." Lockhart said dryly.

"Thank you, Gilderoy, thank you..." Narcissa excitedly kissed the back of Lockhart's hand with her lips, so excited that tears filled her eyes again.

"Get ready, Narcissa," Snape said gloomily.

Narcissa hurriedly grabbed Lockhart's arm, and Snape began to speak.

"Gidro, will you watch over her son, Draco, while he tries to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?"

"I do," said Lockhart, willing to be a ghost.

A thin, dazzling tongue of flame shot out from Snape's wand, like a red, hot wire wrapped around the hands they held together.

"Will you do your best to protect him from harm?" Snape said in a low voice.

"I would," said Lockhart, his mind now full of porridge.

A second tongue of flame spewed out of the wand again, entwining with the first, forming a thin, red glowing chain.

"And, if necessary...if Draco fails..." Snape continued unceremoniously, "Will you cooperate with my plan and continue to assassinate Albus Dumbledore."

"I do." Lockhart could only trust Snape to give him an explanation now.

Lockhart and Narcissa's faces were flushed by the light of the third tongue of flame, which spewed from the wand, intertwined with the previous two, and wrapped tightly around the hands they held, like a A rope, like a fire-breathing snake.

——

"Severus, what did you mean just now?" Lockhart asked angrily in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, "Am I really going to assassinate Dumbledore?"

"What?" The Chinese porcelain in Sirius' hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Stupid." Snape spat out a word. "You didn't notice that I made you swear with Narcissa, not me with Narcissa or me with you."

Lockhart slapped the table hard: "So, you avoided an unforgivable oath, I'm going to assassinate Dumbledore!?"

"What are you talking about!" Sirius showed a horrified expression, as if he didn't know the two of them.

"The last oath is for you to cooperate with my plan and not Draco's plan to kill Dumbledore, and what if I don't have a plan to kill Dumbledore?" Snape looked at Lockhart coldly. " I'm not bound by the oath."

Lockhart recalled, it seemed so.

"So, as long as you help take care of Draco Malfoy, you're not breaking your oath."

Sirius shivered, took out his wand and pointed it at Lockhart, repeating: "What are you talking about!"

"Well, even so, I'm still pissed! Unexplainably involved me in this incident." Lockhart said dissatisfied, then waved the china on the floor back to its original shape, and looked at Sirius, "Don't be nervous. ,fine."

"If you weren't romantic when you were young, would people think of asking you for help?" Snape scoffed.

"It's not like a teenage boy!" Lockhart said angrily. "It's you, Severus, you never touch women. Are you gay?"

"You don't care!" Snape almost wanted to take out his wand and pointed at Lockhart with Sirius.

"You always feel like you're living in dire straits, not because no one likes you, but because you see the world as hell!" Lockhart exclaimed, exposing Snape's scar, "it's time to forget the past and start over. Live, Severus."

"Hmph..." Snape turned away impatiently.

"What's the matter?" Sirius' wand was still pointing at Lockhart.

"Nothing, Lucius Malfoy's wife asked me to help his son assassinate Dumbledore..." Lockhart reluctantly motioned him to put down his wand,

"She didn't know I joined the Order of the Phoenix."

"You've got to tell Dumbledore right away!" Sirius put down his wand in shock, thinking that Snape had betrayed and turned against Lockhart.

"I will." Lockhart shrugged.

——

Inexplicably, he made the first unbreakable oath in his life. Although it was not dangerous, it still made Lockhart feel very uncomfortable. He didn't go out the next day until Dumbledore came to the headquarters to find him.

"Gidro, I'm glad to see you are safe and sound."

"Be happy for yourself first!" Lockhart told Dumbledore about the assassination. "What are you going to do?"

"Haha," Dumbledore laughed until his beard blew, "don't worry, I know, I won't wait for that kid to kill me, now we're going to pick up Harry, and, find someone... …”

"Going to pick up Harry?" Sirius Black asked suspiciously, "He didn't stay there well, after all, he was protected by blood magic."

"Yes, but he is going to start school, and I have no time on the day of school, so I have to pick him up early..." Dumbledore explained, "Of course, the most important thing is that I want Harry to complete a task."

"Come back and let him live here?" Sirius said expectantly.

"I think Harry will be very happy with his friends..." said Dumbledore. "Of course you can pick him up if he wants."

"Forget it," Sirius said helplessly. "I think his friend is much more interesting than a bad old man like me."

"You are a bad old man, what is a person a hundred years older than you..." Dumbledore also rolled his eyes rarely, "Gidero, grab my hand."

With a slight discomfort, they came to the street where Harry lived.

"First of all, let's go visit Mrs. Figg," said Dumbledore. "She's been protecting Harry for years and months, and it's been hard work."

Of course Lockhart had no problem: "Okay."

The two knocked on Mrs Figg's door, and the woman opened it and saw Dumbledore, surprised.

"Good evening, Mrs Figg," said Dumbledore politely.

"Professor Dumbledore! Gilderoy!" exclaimed Mrs Figg in surprise.

"Good evening, Mrs Figg." Lockhart had no choice but to say hello.

"Come in..." Mrs. Figg stepped back to let the door open.

"No, we're just here to see you and pick up Harry right away." Dumbledore refused with a smile, and took out an envelope, "This is a thank you for your work this year."

"Oh...you're too kind." Mrs. Figg took the envelope, which was actually just wages.

Lockhart also felt that it was not good to be empty-handed, so he randomly picked something from China and gave it to Mrs. Figg as a gift. "My trip to China this time is really willful. I must have increased your workload a lot. I'm really sorry."

"No, no, nothing." Mrs. Figg waved her hands again and again.

"Okay, Mrs Figg, you can have a good rest now." Dumbledore said sternly, "Now, Harry will be taken over by us."

"Okay, okay, let's go..." Mrs. Figg nodded.