Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

A few days after the last time he went to the cave to deal with those protective magic, Dumbledore sent Lockhart to the principal's office through a note. Lockhart had no choice but to put away his notes, walked out of the office, passed through the students who were resting and wandering around, and came to the principal's office again.

With a note from the Order of the Phoenix in his pocket, the stone monster that sensed the magic immediately jumped aside, and the wall behind it cracked in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Lockhart stepped up, and as the stairs spun round and round, higher and higher, he finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office with the brass knocker.

After entering it, Lockhart was surprised to find that Lupin and Tonks, as well as Blake, were already waiting in the office. Phoenix Fox seemed to be in good shape, and gave Lockhart a soft cry as if to say hello.

"Guidero, here you are." Dumbledore sat up from behind his desk. "Then let's get started."

"What to start with?" Tonks asked curiously, she felt that the office was so small that Dumbledore couldn't do much when he stood up, not even able to demonstrate a small spell.

"Don't worry, Tonks." Lupin gave her a tender look, then turned to Dumbledore.

"This semester, I'm going to let Harry start to touch something..." Dumbledore waved, and a shelf floated out from the closet next to it, slowly covered with delicate crystal bottles, they were spinning, inside Sections of silver-white objects are floating...

It was memory, Lockhart recognized.

"These memories, which I will show Harry in a private lesson soon, you guys are the newest members of the Order of the Phoenix, and those old members have already seen them. I hope you have more of the worst enemy of the Order of the Phoenix. understanding of..."

All four of them looked at Dumbledore, he took a bottle of memory from the shelf and poured it into the Pensieve: "Now, please come with me to leave the solid foundation of facts and walk through the dim and fuzzy memory swamp together. Get into the convoluted wild guesswork."

"I'm looking forward to it, but this Pensieve is too small," Lockhart reminded.

"Ah, looks like I'm getting old..." Dumbledore laughed at himself, waving his stick to make the Pensieve a little bigger, "Come on, take a walk on Bob Ogden's memory lane."

Tonks couldn't help laughing out loud, but he still tried his best to hold back. The silver-white memory slowly rotated in the basin, emitting a faint shimmer. Five people buried their heads in the Pensieve together...

It was also the first time that Lockhart looked at someone else's memory, a restricted method that only middle and senior officials of the Ministry of Magic had. He felt his feet off the floor of the office. He fell through the swirling darkness, fell, fell, and then the strong sunlight pierced his eyes.

Lockhart performed Occlumency and regained consciousness to find the other four next to him. Tonks looked a little uncomfortable. Her Occlumency was not very well practiced, and she reluctantly joined the Auror because of the identity of Disguise Magus.

They were standing on a country road flanked by tall, tangled hedgerows, and overhead the summer sky, clear and blue as forget-me-nots. About ten paces ahead of them stood a stocky man, wearing glasses with extra thick lenses, his eyes narrowed to two points, like the eyes of a mole. He was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorn bush on the left side of the path.

"He's obviously not trained in the Auror department," Tonks said resentfully. "He wants to disguise himself as a Muggle, but his clothes don't fit at all."

"Yes, is this Ogden?" Lockhart also saw something wrong with this man: a striped swimsuit with a dress coat over his feet, and shoe covers over his feet.

"Yeah, I guess maybe the law enforcement didn't start teaching them how to disguise wizards as Muggles?" Dumbledore explained helplessly.

Take the lead and follow. As they passed the wooden signpost, they looked up at its two arrows. The one who pointed to where they came from said: Greater Hangleton, 5 miles. Pointing in the direction Ogden was going it read: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

"Where is he going, and how long?" Blake asked dissatisfiedly, and they had walked for a few minutes, seeing nothing else but the tall hedgerows on either side, the clear blue summer sky overhead and the front The figure wearing a dress coat and walking rustling. "Are you going to show Harry this memory in two days, what's the use?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, and after a while, the path turned to the left and descended steeply down the hillside. A valley was presented in front of them in an unobstructed view. There was a village in sight, undoubtedly Little Hangleton, nestled between two steep hills, with a church and a cemetery clearly visible. On the hillside opposite the valley, there is a very grand mansion surrounded by a large green grass.

Ogden trotted involuntarily because the downhill was too steep. The five also had to speed up to catch up, and soon the four other than Dumbledore realized that they had made a mistake, and they were not going to that village. The path turned to the right, and when they turned that corner, Ogden's coat flickered, and he disappeared through a gap in the fence.

They came to a narrow dirt road, and the hedgerows on either side were taller and thicker than those they had just passed. The dirt road was winding, potholed, and rock-strewn, as steep as the path just now, and seemed to lead to a small patch of dark woods below. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the dirt road hit the undergrowth, and Ogden stopped and pulled out his wand.

"What, is he here to catch You-Know-Who?" Tonks asked strangely, she almost couldn't help but want to pull out her wand, then remembered that it was just a memory.

Although the sky was clear and cloudless, the old trees overhead cast a chilling dark and thick shadow, and an old house appeared: the walls were covered with moss, many tiles on the roof had fallen, and here and there were exposed Rafters inside. All around the house were thick nettles, tall nettles up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime.

Ogden moved forward quietly, very cautiously, and had some training, and when the dark shadow of the tree slipped from him, he stopped again and stared straight at the house. front door, someone nailed a dead snake to the door.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound, followed by a click, and a man in rags jumped down from a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden. Ogden stepped back quickly, only to step on the back hem of his coat and nearly fall.

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The man who suddenly appeared "@#￥%" said a bunch of things they couldn't understand. And he was wielding a wand in one hand and a bloody-looking knife in the other.

The man standing in front of them had thick dirt tangled in his thick hair, whose original color could no longer be discerned. He lost a few teeth in his mouth, and his two small black eyes stared in opposite directions. He should have looked funny, but it wasn't. He looked terrifying, no wonder Ogden took a few steps back before speaking.

"Uh—good morning. I'm the Ministry of Magic—"

“\u0026…%￥#!”

"What did he say?" Lupin couldn't help asking.

"Uh--sorry--I don't understand you." Ogden apparently had the same question as Lupin.

"Parseltongue," said Dumbledore softly, "I think Harry will understand when he shows this memory to him."

"Harry can Parseltongue?" Black, as the godfather, didn't know, "But shouldn't this be the blood of that family... No one in the Potter family can speak Parseltongue!"

"I don't know..." Dumbledore lied, and God knows what he would do if he told Harry's godfather that Harry was a Horcrux.

"Perhaps the lineage is hidden deep within the Potters!" Lockhart interjected.

At this moment, the man in ragged clothes held a knife in one hand and a wand in the other, and was approaching Ogden step by step.

"Hey, don't—" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late: with a loud bang, Ogden fell to the ground, pinching his nose with his hand, a disgusting yellow, sticky smell. Something gushed out from between his fingers.

"Morfin!" a voice shouted.

"If I were him, I would definitely take out my wand and fight..." Black looked at Ogden disdainfully. "Is this guy an official of the Ministry of Magic."

"If the Auror encounters this situation, the other side will be dead, unless he silences the Auror." Lockhart also said angrily, "Assaulting the Auror is a felony, and the background of the opposite side is not easy to use. ."

An elderly man hurried out of the wooden house and slammed the door behind him, the dead snake swaying pitifully from side to side. The man was slightly shorter than the previous one, oddly built, disproportionately tall: shoulders too broad, arms too long, with shiny brown eyes, short, hard hair, and a wrinkled face, Looks like a fierce old monkey. He walked over and stood next to the man with the knife, who gawked with joy when he saw Ogden fall to the ground.

"Listen to them." Dumbledore gently prevented the four from discussing the memory provider's cowardice, but there was an irresistible domineering in his words.

"From the Ministry, eh?" the older man asked, looking down at Ogden.