Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"What a coincidence." Dumbledore finished eating the candied haws and continued to tempt him, "The two people in this world who survived the curse of death are now in this room."

This reminded Slughorn of the news from a few years ago: the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Gilderoy Lockhart, was struck by the Death Curse in order to save a student, Woke up after being in a coma for several months. This incident became popular for a while, and people even doubted the lethality of the Death Curse. Of course, some people thought it was a matter of course that Lockhart could resist the Death Curse...

"Professor, if you're willing to go back to teach, I think you'll have a chance to get this photo of the four people in the room or the three of us, and of course I'd love to sign it. You will too, Harry, won't you? ." Lockhart continued to fill the knife.

"Horace, judging by the love we have worked together for many years..." Dumbledore began to let him down the steps.

"Okay, okay," Slughorn surrendered, "I must be crazy, but yeah, I did!"

"That's great," Dumbledore was beaming. "Then, Horace, we have something to do. Let's go first and see you on September 1st."

"Okay, no problem," muttered Slughorn, who finally had a chance to make up for not putting Lockhart on the cabinet and add a savior.

As they walked out of the gate and down the garden path, Slughorn's voice came from behind: "I'll ask for a raise, Dumbledore! Also, Harry and Gilderoy must come to my show. reunion!"

Dumbledore chuckled softly. The garden door closed automatically behind them, and they made their way down the mountain through the thick, dark, curling fog.

"Well done, Gilderoy, and of course, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"I didn't do anything," Harry said in surprise.

"You did. In fact, you played a bigger role than me," Lockhart couldn't help but say sourly, of course he knew that things would be done without him.

"Well...I always think, Slughorn..." Harry said hesitantly.

"Horace likes material things," Dumbledore said for Harry, "and he likes to be with famous, successful, powerful people. He likes the feeling of being at his mercy. He never wanted to be in power himself. , and prefers to take a back seat - that's wider and more at ease. At Hogwarts, he always picked his favorite students, sometimes because of their ambition or intelligence, sometimes because of their charisma Or talent, and he has a very unusual ability to pick people who will make their mark in all walks of life. Horace built a club around himself, made up of his favorite protégés. He let them Get to know each other, make useful connections, and always end up with some kind of benefit, a free box of his favorite pineapple preserves, or a chance to recommend a clerk to the Goblin Liaison Office."

"..." Harry felt that he didn't like him very much.

"Okay, you two, grab my arm." Dumbledore raised his arms again.

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After a slight discomfort, the three moved to another location, and Harry looked better this time. In front of them was a small, crooked building, one of Harry's favorite places, but Lockhart's first visit - the Burrow.

"Before we part, Harry, I have something to tell you," Dumbledore said. "I hope I will give you a separate class this term."

"Lessons alone—with you?" Harry was so surprised that he snapped back from his musings.

"Yes. I think I should be more concerned with your education now."

"What will you teach me, sir?"

"Oh, teach a little of this, teach a little of that." Dumbledore said lightly, "Professor Lockhart is very good at teaching defense.

But there are things you should know, Harry. "

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Finally, when you lived here, the Burrow temporarily applied for the protection of the Faithful Charm. But if you want to stay with your godfather for a few days, remember to notify him in advance, or ask Professor Lockhart to escort you there, understand? ?"

"I understand," Harry said quickly.

"That's good," Dumbledore finished. "I have something to do. I won't go in. There are many people waiting for you."

Before they could respond, Dumbledore Apparated and disappeared. 

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Lockhart and Harry walked to the door of the Burrow, where many old boots and rusted cauldrons were piled up in a mess. The members of the Order of the Phoenix were happily chatting from behind the door.

Harry walked ahead and knocked on the door.

"Who, sign up!" Arthur's voice came from behind the door.

"It's me, and Professor Lockhart," Harry replied loudly.

The door opened, and Harry and Lockhart entered, and a large crowd that almost filled the hall welcomed them back, first greeted by a beautiful woman, hugging and kissing him, then Lockhart. Hart.

"Professor Lockhart, do you remember me?" the beautiful woman asked, letting go of Lockhart.

"Oh, of course, Furong, why are you here?" Lockhart was initially confused by the woman's silver-blond hair and beautiful suffocating face, and it took him a few seconds to react.

"Bill and I are getting married soon!" Fleur answered happily.

Well, the two people's love is going on normally. Although Lockhart was a little sad, he didn't have much contact with Furong from beginning to end. He just remembered that she was beautiful, but it was not a blow.

"Professor!" Hermione also came up to hug Lockhart and kissed him on the mouth.

"Hermione, I haven't seen you for more than a month. You're even more beautiful." Lockhart took out a gift for Hermione. "This is what I brought you in China, see if you like it."

"Hermione, you pay attention to your behavior, Gilderoy has a girlfriend." Mrs. Weasley was obviously dissatisfied with Hermione being so ambiguous to Lockhart, "and you are not French, don't be so enthusiastic!"

"Oh, don't be a spoiler, Hermione and Gilderoy have always had a good relationship..." Mr. Weasley stopped his wife's thoughts.

"Guidero!" Tonks hugged Lockhart happily, "you must have brought me a lot of good things too."

"Of course, everyone has a share!" Lockhart took out a bunch of things he bought in China from his bag and put them on the sofa in the Burrow lobby.

"My God, can only one person take one." Tonks looked at the pile of things in surprise.

"Whatever, it's fine to take more, just don't swallow it alone." Lockhart didn't care.

Blake sat still: "My share of Gilderoy has been given to me."

Lupin didn't care about a little souvenir either: "The kids will pick first."

"Hmph." Moody was indifferent to souvenirs.

"Muggle stuff is still good!" Arthur said rudely.

"I saw it first!" Ron yelled at Ginny, holding onto something.

"I got it first!" Ginny didn't show weakness, "You are a brother, why don't you let me!"

"I'd rather not have your sister!"