Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Okay, Hermione, I admit that you look sexy without pants, but you have to learn to avoid men, right?" Lockhart teased Hermione by leaning against the door, "Don't come in my clothes disheveled in the future. Room."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if it's the professor." Hermione didn't seem to care.

"I'm not a good person, Hermione, you have to pay attention."

"Cut, the professor is a bad guy, and that mysterious man is our savior." Hermione put on her clothes and jumped off the bed, "I'll put on my shoes and leave right away."

Hermione tried to be normal to hide her embarrassment, still blushing, expecting and terrified that the professor would find out what she had done to him.

Out of the hotel, Lockhart took out his wand and held it up: "Summon the Knight Bus!"

Hermione said suspiciously: "As far as I know, it can be called without a spell."

"It feels faster to shout~" Lockhart showed his signature smile again.

With a deafening burst of music, a huge car came to a stop after a scream. Stopped exactly where Lockhart was standing. The third layer, purple Batu, appeared in the faint air. On the windshield was written in gold letters "Knights ********* welcomes you to the Knights bus, this is an emergency bus for helpless witches or wizards. Please extend your Wand, get in the car, we can take you anywhere, my name is Stan Thumpak, and today..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, go to Grimma Plaza." Lockhart interrupted him.

"Mr. Lockhart! Okay, drive, go to Grimma Plaza!" The second half of the sentence was called to the driver.

"Why did Mr. Lockhart come to take the bus?" Stan asked.

"This Miss Granger hasn't Apparated, and there's no fireplace in the house."

"Why not have a fireplace?" Stan continued.

"My parents were Muggles!" Hermione said impatiently.

"Oh, well, no offense, miss."

Lockhart took out a golden Galleon and threw it to him: "Don't look for it, I hope the rest of the money will make you shut up."

"Okay, you two can sit down~"

So Lockhart found a random bed and sat down, and Hermione sat next to Lockhart.

Hermione's stomach began to tumble while the car was driving at more than a hundred miles per hour. She bent down in discomfort and grabbed Lockhart's arm, and Lockhart had to reach out and stroke Hermione's back.

Hermione enjoyed Lockhart's intimacy, feeling better in an instant, but still having a hard time pretending to be.

Stan opens the copy of the Daily Prophet and rolls up his tongue to read. On the front page, hordes of panicked Muggles were running around, and a bunch of Ministry staff seemed to be chasing them.

"What's the matter," Lockhart asked curiously. "What happened to those Muggles?"

Stan handed the newspaper to Lockhart, who took it in one hand: Hundreds of dementors from Azkaban are running around the UK, please inform the Ministry of Magic if the wizards find them.

These damned dementors, running out and attacking Muggles everywhere, not only panicked Muggles, but also caused the Ministry of Magic's amnestics to break their legs.

"We will do everything in our power to hunt down the Dementors," Minister for Magic Fudge said this morning, "and we hope the wizarding community remains calm."

"The Dementors won't come to London, will they?" Hermione asked nervously as she couldn't hold on anymore.

"Probably not," Lockhart was not sure. "London is the place with the most staff at the Ministry of Magic."

"That's right, Dementors can't be so stupid." Hermione seemed to think so too.

"Go back and have the Order of the Phoenix teach you some protective spells that you can cast on your own home."

"Oh, I haven't learned the area protection spell yet." Hermione's eyes lit up.

"very scary,

isn't it? Stan looked at Lockhart, "but this lady is lucky to have the love of a gentleman who is best at dealing with black magic in the world." "

"I think so too," Hermione agreed happily.

"Overwhelmed." Harry returned the newspaper to Stan. "How long?"

"Coming soon," Stan replied. "Why didn't You-Know-Who didn't use the Dementors for his own use and let them run around?"

"The dementors screwed up this time, maybe it was the mysterious people who drove them out to run around."

"Oh, it's possible!"

The knight bus galloped down the street, and the woods, the boat poles, the phone booths, and the trees were scattered. After a while, we will arrive at Grimm Square.

Hermione and Lockhart got out one after another.

"What a bad experience, next time you teach me, take me with a broom." Hermione seemed to have lingering fears.

"Next time maybe you'll learn to Apparate." Lockhart comforted her. "Come on, to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

Lockhart took Hermione to 11 Grimmauld Place: "Recall the address that Dumbledore gave you."

"It's 12 Grimmauld Place, Professor."

Lockhart nodded, took out his wand, and read www.uukanshu. Com waved, and a tattered door quickly appeared between No. 11 and No. 13, and the dirty walls and windows also quickly appeared. The house bulged out as quickly as if it was inflated, pushing the houses on either side aside. Hermione next to her gasped in surprise. Apparently the muggle next to him didn't feel anything.

"It's amazing." Hermione exclaimed with her mouth wide open.

"The Faithful Charm, if you don't know the address, you won't be able to see it." Lockhart pushed Hermione, "Come on, the Weasley children might have arrived."

Lockhart tapped the door with his wand. There was a loud metal rattling, like the rattling of a metal chain, and the door creaked open.

"Don't go too deep, and don't touch anything," Lockhart reminded as he walked in.

There was a rush of footsteps, and Ron's mother, Mrs. Molly Weasley, came out from behind a door at the end of the corridor. She hurried to them smiling, "Oh, Hermione, it's great to see you!" she whispered, hugging Hermione, then pushing her arm's length, looking up and down, "You're even prettier, Hermione, but remember to brush your hair. Come on up, Ron and the others arrived yesterday."

"Professor Lockhart, do you live here too?" Hermione asked back.

"There is a room where I can sleep, but I won't sleep here if I don't have a task to do."

"Which one did you sleep with?"

"It's in the innermost room upstairs."

"Well, then I'll go up." Hermione waved to Lockhart and Jasmine.

"Darling, remember, don't come down to listen to our meeting," Jasmine seemed worried, "There are some things you don't know, and I have told them to the other children."