Harry Potter’s Fantastic Animals Guide

After Harry left, David went to the shelf near the door and picked up a camera.

David borrowed it from Colin and let Dumbledore put it here. He summoned the invisible beast and took some interesting pictures.

David took the film out and looked at the light. It was not bad and the shot was very clear.

A bad thought flashed through Lockhart's mind, and he asked hurriedly, "What is in your hands?"

"It's just a few photos of professors attacking students, nothing good."

David waved the film at Lockhart.

"that....."

"Sorry, no."

As soon as Lockhart reached out his hand, David refused.

At this moment Dumbledore straightened up from the desk, and he had been writing something on a piece of parchment since Harry had left.

"Professor Lockhart, although I believe you very much, in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, please sign your name on it?"

Dumbledore passed Lockhart the parchment in his hand.

Lockhart took over and looked at it with an ugly look: "You imposed a curse on it?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Don't worry, it will only explode if you don't follow our agreement."

Lockhart stared at the parchment in his hand for a long time, thinking for a long time, and tremblingly signed his name on it.

"Is it all right now?" Lockhart's lips moved with difficulty.

"Of course, I wish you a pleasant journey!" Dumbledore said as he patted David on the shoulder: "Let's go, David, we should go back too."

David followed Dumbledore to the office. Not long after sitting down, he heard the door bang open.

"Dumbledore, I heard that Lockhart is leaving?"

Before Snape entered, the voice reached the ears of the two in the room, filled with joy.

This was the first time David saw Snape so uneasy.

What did Lockhart do to Snape?

Make Snape hate him so much?

Snape caught a glimpse of David leaning on the chair, his expression was startled, he quickly put away the expression on his face, returning to a facial paralysis.

"Lockhart is really leaving?"

Snape was against the table and his voice was calm, but his hand pressed against the table firmly pointed out that he had sold him.

Dumbledore nodded helplessly.

"The Dark Arts Defense Class?"

Snape leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with joy and eagerness.

It turns out that your old man is peeping at other people's position!

David shook his head slightly.

I don't know what's good about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Does Snape need another class to give him enough time?

Dumbledore obviously also considered this question: "Your time?"

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements!"

Snape said immediately, for fear that Dumbledore would give the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to someone else.

"...I thought about it, and I don't need it. Otherwise, you won't have enough time and both classes will be delayed. I will look for an excellent teacher next semester to make up for them."

Hearing this, Snape's lips were pursed and his face was dissatisfied: "You two talk slowly, I'll leave first, oh, Scamander, remind you that I will call a potion next week. The paper for the class is over, and I hope you finished it well."

David's mouth twitched as he listened to Snape's threatening words. It was not what I wanted to hear, but I just happened to be here.

After Snape walked away, David asked, "Professor Snape seems to want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Dumbledore nodded: "He always thinks that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is more important than the Potions class, but he is not very suitable for this class now. Do you have any other questions for me?"

David pointed to the notebook beside Dumbledore: "What the **** is that diary?"

Dumbledore picked up the book in his hand and flipped through it, leaving nothing inside.

"This is part of Voldemort, he put a piece of his soul in it."

Horcrux?

Following Dumbledore's words, a word suddenly popped out of his mind.

It's like someone locked his memory in front of him. Now that the lock is opened, the stuff inside ran out frantically.

David gently rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the pain in his head.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Dumbledore asked concerned.

"It's okay, I'll be fine."

The main thing that came out of David's mind was information about Voldemort's Horcruxes. If it came out, how would you explain it to Dumbledore?

"Then you take a break, we will have another guest coming later."

Dumbledore did not continue to question. He got up and picked up the sorting hat on the shelf, fumbled for a moment in it, and drew out a shiny silver sword with a brilliant egg-sized ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

"This is the Gryffindor sword." Dumbledore said, holding the sword. "It can be used to destroy the Horcrux."

"Are you going to destroy it now?"

"Of course, it is not a good thing to keep it by your side, do you have any questions?"

"I suddenly thought of something, does it require a specific spell to summon a basilisk?"

David scratched his hair.

"Fortunately, I have solved this problem for you."

Dumbledore blinked with a smile and inserted the sword in his hand into the center of the diary. There was an ear-piercing scream in the room, and some black ink-like things poured out of the notebook.

But this strange appearance only lasted for a moment, and the sharp scream disappeared, leaving only some black ink marks.

"His cry is terrible!"

Dumbledore murmured disgustingly, and with a wave of his palm, the ink on the desktop disappeared without a trace.

"Just solve him." David shrugged indifferently.

After David and Dumbledore chatted for a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

As soon as Dumbledore's voice fell, the door was pushed open sharply, and Lucius walked into the room with a sullen face.

Lucius glanced at David with disdain, and before Dumbledore could speak, he said coldly, "What can you do with me?"

"It's okay." Dumbledore said gently: "Some school managers sent me a few letters. They said you were threatening them and wanted to drive me out of Hogwarts?"

Lucius smiled sarcastically: "I heard that there was an attack at the school. Although it was just a cat, no one can say whether it will be a certain student next time. And after so long, I haven't Hearing you catch the murderer, for the sake of the students, shouldn't we change to a more useful principal?"

"I came to you today just to tell you one thing. I have found the murderer." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, is it? Don't just find someone to blame." Lucius said lightly.

"Of course, no. The murderer is the same person last time. You should know, Lucius." Dumbledore looked into Lucius' eyes, but Lucius didn't panic at all. "It's just that he is this time. It was done by someone else, oh, plus his diary."

Dumbledore took the black notebook with a long slender gap in the middle from under the table.

Before Lucius entered the door, Dumbledore had been messing around with something underneath.

"Then congratulations." The moment Lucius saw his diary, his pupils shrank slightly, but his face seemed to be wearing a mask, very calm, "You can continue to stay in school and be your principal. ."

At this moment, there was a slap in the room, and Dobby appeared in the principal's office. He saw Lucius in front of him and flinched and leaned against the corner.

"Why are you here?"

Lucius' expression finally changed. He stared at Dobby angrily, his eyes staring, as if flames were about to be expelled.

Dobby lowered his head, hiding in the corner, and occasionally glanced suspiciously at Dumbledore with his big eyes.

"This is your family affair, will you deal with our problem first?" Dumbledore said.

"What?" Lucius looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked up the diary in his hand: "I hope you put away your gadgets and don't let them fall out. This is also my purpose of looking for you."

Lucius pouch stood there for a moment, and immediately questioned: "You mean I put it in school?"

"It's a good strategy to sneak it into Ginny, but it's not without a trace," Dumbledore said.

Lucius snorted coldly, stared at Dumbledore for a while, moved his right hand, ready to get the wand in his arms, but in the end he gave up.

"Dobby, let's go!"

Lucius kicked Dobby and left quickly.

"He seems to have forgotten something, David, can you give it to him?"

Dumbledore handed the diary to David and asked him to pass it to Lucius.

David nodded, took the diary, and suddenly felt a little bulge. He opened it and looked at it. There was a small sky blue stocking in it, which David had given to Dumbledore before.

David gave Dumbledore a suspicious look.

"This is a reward for Dobby." Dumbledore said, "Go ahead, or Lucius will go away after a while. You can call him and you can go to Harry and the others."

David nodded and walked quickly out of the office until Lucius walked halfway down the corridor.

"Mr. Malfoy, please wait a moment."

Lucius stopped and looked at David.

David ran to Lucius and passed the diary in his hand to him: "You forgot to take your things."

"have a finger in the pie!"

Lucius took the notebook with a gloomy expression, glared at David, and threw it to Dobby.

"open to take a look."

David whispered.

Dobby blinked suspiciously and opened the diary gently.

"The master gave Dobby a sock." Dobby opened his eyes in disbelief, holding a sky-blue sock in his hand, and he threw the diary on the ground: "The master gave Dobby the sock. Freer than it!"

"what?"

Lucius quickly turned around and looked at David furiously: "You kid caused me to lose my servant."

Lucius raised up and quickly took out his wand, ready to clean up David.

"You gave it to him. You can't blame me for this."

David pulled out his wand, ready to fight back at any time.

But he didn't need to do it anymore. Dobby saw Lucius take out his wand. He yelled not to hurt Mr. David Scamander, then snapped his fingers and Lucius flew out.

"Damn it!"

Lucius stood up with his hands, still trying to move his hands, but seeing Dobby's raised fingers, he compromised and could only turn away angrily.

"Thank you, Mr. David Scamander, you liberated Dobby. You are as great as Harry Potter." Dobby opened his mouth and smiled brightly.

"Do you know me?" David knelt down and asked curiously.

"Of course, Dobby's companions at Hogwarts often talk about you. They say you are a good person. As they say, I'm very sorry, but Dobby bet you bad when we first met. "Dobby's eyes flashed with tears.

"It doesn't matter, I have forgotten it a long time ago." David said.

"Oh, David Scamander is great." Dobby praised a few words, stepped forward, and hesitated: "Can Dobby give you a hug?"

"of course can."

When David finished speaking, Dobby got up and hugged him gently on his lap, and then Dobby shook all over.

David felt a magical power flooding into the pictorial book in his mind.

Dobby recognizes me?

Looking at Dobby leaning on his lap, David blinked.

"Dobby, are you okay?"

Dobby stood up and put his head a little tired, and he felt that the person in front of him was a little more kind.

"Dobby is fine, it's just maybe too excited, Dobby just feels a little tired now, Dobby has to go, goodbye, Mr. David Scamander."

When Dobby finished speaking, David just wanted to stop him, but with a move of Dobby's finger, he disappeared, and David's hand was empty.

The magic system of house elves is really convenient!

David sighed and got up and walked back just two steps.

He realized a problem. He had already received Dobby's approval before. Doesn't that mean...

David turned the picture book to the page of the house elf, which gave him two abilities, including the unique apparition belonging to the house elf.

The pages of the book shook slightly, and David's figure immediately appeared on the other side of the corridor.

Cool!

The ball dodge bird's ability passes through the soil, so it can only be used when it touches the ground.

But the apparition of the house elves will not be able to be used at will, and the anti-apparition spell of the wizards has no restrictions on the house elves’ magic.

David is like a kid who has acquired a novel toy, and he thinks of Hagrid's cabin in his mind.

As soon as the page moved, he seemed to have penetrated into a small hole in the space, then came out from the other end, and in the blink of an eye he was by Hagrid's cabin.

The sky has turned from fiery red to light black, gradually dimming.

Hagrid was banging with a knife in the room, probably preparing dinner for Yaya.

Thinking of this, David's stomach groaned, he had forgotten about dinner.

After watching the front for a while, he found no signs of wizards. David instantly moved to the side of the castle gate~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and walked quickly towards the auditorium.

Passing the few people on the side, David looked up all the way, most of them were already full, and only a few spots were left.

"David, we are here!"

David sought fame. Hermione waved to him at the front of the long table. As soon as David walked over, he heard Ron complaining: "David, why are you so slow? We have been waiting for you in the lounge for a long time. ."

"Leave him alone." As soon as David was about to speak, Hermione pulled him by the arm and let him sit down.

"Did Professor Lockhart really leave?" Hermione asked eagerly as she moved the food to David.

"Well, yes, Professor Dumbledore asked him to restore the memories of those he hurt."

David forks a piece of barbecue and puts it in his mouth. It tastes good, and the craftsmanship of the Hogwarts house elves has improved during this time.

"What about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Hermione shook David's arm, and the barbecue she had just bitten fell on the table.

So no one cares about Lockhart who was expelled?

Are all concerned about Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is it that attractive?

David refurbished a piece of barbecue: "Professor Dumbledore cancelled the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester. He said he would find a better professor to teach us next semester."

"Then the test we conducted earlier became invalid soon? This is too much!" This is Hermione.

"Awesome!" This is Harry, and when he heard the news from David, he started cheering because his last place score didn't count.

"I didn't get a good result easily, so I was cancelled?"

Ron raised his head and looked at the candles floating in the sky. He felt that the world was targeting himself.