Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

After a few days of boredom in the old house, Lockhart felt more disturbed.

Even though Ron was also there, Hermione continued to clean the old house with everyone and ran to Lockhart every day, and it seemed that she often ran into his room in a messy dress, sat on his bed and chatted with him— —Hermione explained that she was like this all the time at home, and the most common one was Hermione being overly affectionate, intentionally or unintentionally — arm wrapping was the lightest. However, the two of them knew each other very well at school, and now they have the identity of being an insider of the Order of the Phoenix, making it difficult for Lockhart to put on the air of a professor and scold her.

Lockhart is not Ron's kind of kid, and Hermione's behavior is too obvious. Could it be that he brushed his favorability too hard, causing Hermione to dislike Ron and like him more? Would it matter if Ron and Hermione didn't get together, Lockhart wondered? But it shouldn't have much impact, because Lockhart decided to take the initiative to attack with the Order of the Phoenix, and there should be no matter of these two children, and there is no need to think about the plot.

Then it doesn't matter, you can't tell Hermione that you should fall in love with Ron. Ron can't blame Lockhart for not working hard.

On this day, Snape also came to the headquarters, and then immediately called all the members of the headquarters to the conference room.

"The Dark Lord wants that prophecy ball," Snape said. "It's the one that predicted Potter would defeat him. It's now in the Department of Mysteries."

"What?" Jasmine didn't know.

"Prophecy professor at Hogwarts, prophecy made by that stupid woman." Snape spat out a few words.

"Trelawney?"

"She was the one who made this prophecy back then," Snape recalled Lily, the pain struck instantly, and tears almost came out, "It killed..."

"It was the prophecy that Harry was the savior, which brought death to James and Lily." Sirius frowned and helped Snape finish.

"Ah, my God..." Jasmine couldn't bear it, "Why does he want that?"

"He doesn't know the full prophecy—" Snape was still depressed.

"Severus, cheer up, we're going to avenge those people," Lockhart comforted.

"Then what do we do?" Sirius asked.

"Find someone to watch the ball and let us know right away," Moody said, "Arthur, it's up to you, and you and a few others at the Ministry of Magic will schedule time to take turns watching the Department of Mysteries. "

"Understood."

"Arthur, can you, by virtue of your position, secretly erect a mantelline from headquarters to the Ministry of Magic?" Lockhart asked. "I don't know much about this."

"There is no need to set up, the Floo network itself is open everywhere, as long as you secretly move your hands and feet in the relevant departments, confuse the spell or something, make the system mistakenly think that the fireplace at our headquarters here is the fireplace of a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official, and then you can pass through. already."

"Well, this needs to be done immediately," Moody thought for a moment. "Let Tonks watch over these days, and you'll take care of the fireplace first."

"Oh, I see." Tonks seemed to be wandering just now, and it has been like this since returning from a trip with Lupin, but it seems that they have not made any obvious progress in their relationship.

"What do you think of Headmaster Dumbledore?" Lupin also said.

"He left us to figure it out, but made sure we had at least one person protecting Harry from the shadows," Snape replied.

"Who's been protecting Harry with Ms. Figg lately?" Tonks also expressed her concern.

"That slob of Mundungus," Moody said. "He asked for it, and seemed to think that protecting Harry was a lot easier than any other task."

"It's as simple as taking two glasses of water to make a third," Snape said gloomily, recovering from the painful recollection, "but I still think it's irresponsible to put that kind of scumbag on. of.

"

"I don't think he's going to mess around with something like this." Sirius was always the opposite of Snape.

"I told him," Moody said fiercely. "If something happens to Harry, I'll kill him."

"Severus, you go back first, we will handle this matter, don't make that person suspicious." Lockhart reminded.

"Okay," Snape said blankly, and left.

"Gidro, you've been busy recently, go to the street where Harry lives, and protect Harry with Mundungus." Moody seemed to be touched by Snape's words just now.

"Okay, then what?"

"No more! Although the Death Eaters have been severely damaged, there are still many ruthless characters, everyone be careful!" Moody looked around, "Gidro, you go now, I seem to have a bad premonition. "

"You're doing the same thing," Lockhart stood up, "then I'll go."

Lockhart pushed open the door and came out, and found something hanging on the doorway, which was rising rapidly. He immediately drew out his wand, and the hand speed of attacking others all the year round came into play at this time, and he shot down something and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lockhart picked it up and looked at it, his nervous expression eased, but then he shouted: "George! Fred! Get off! Use your feet!"

Jasmine emerged from the conference room: "What's wrong, Gilderoy, what bad things have they done again?"

Lockhart gave Molly his ear and looked at the children coming downstairs—George and Fred (maybe Fred and George?), Ginny, Hermione, Ron.

"I told you not to eavesdrop on the meeting, how many times did you say it?" Jasmine rushed to pinch Fred and George's ears, but was dodged, "You guys are so curious, go and catch the mysterious man?!"