Chapter 225
Arrest
Chapter 225 Arrest
Some students burst into laughter, and Michael couldn't help but be shocked -
"Professor Lockhart is truly the bravest man I have ever met... I wonder if he will still be able to breathe tomorrow morning."
"Professors wouldn't be so petty, and everyone knew he was just joking," said Padma.
"Really?" Michael raised his eyebrows. "Why do I feel that Professor Snape may have a different opinion?"
Several people turned around at the same time, only to see that the Potions Professor's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, staring at every student who looked at him with murderous eyes.
Poor Professor Flitwick had his face in his hands and was almost under the table.
"Professor Flitwick is so unlucky!" Michael said with heartfelt sympathy.
Vader nodded silently and glanced at Lockhart again.
"Professor Lockhart should be thankful that Hogwarts is now under the management of Dumbledore."
Wade said: "In the past, he might have received more than two duel invitations by now."
Michael laughed, "Professor Flitwick was a duelling champion when he was young."
But soon, he stopped laughing.
The entire morning, the dwarves were delivering greeting cards everywhere, sometimes even playing the piano and singing love songs. With their wrinkled faces and weathered voices, it was like a large-scale social death scene.
Michael usually gets along with everyone, but now he finally gets his comeuppance——
He received a total of eleven Valentine's Day cards in the morning. On one of them, when Professor McGonagall was preparing for class, a dwarf sang and tap danced and forcefully stuffed a pink card into his arms.
Michael's face turned red and he didn't dare to look at the professor.
As for Padma, she was standing by with her arms folded, looking at him coldly.
Wade had no such worries. The Ignore Spell was just as effective on the dwarfs, and when he couldn't avoid it, he used the Confusion Spell to make the dwarfs sing love songs to a tree for ten minutes.
The whole morning passed in chaos. The students had no intention of attending classes, and the professors were annoyed by the dwarves who broke into the classroom from time to time.
Only Professor Lockhart was smug and boasted in class that he had received fifty-seven greeting cards.
At lunchtime, he created an even grander scene, with blooming roses spreading from the auditorium to the corridors.
Lockhart loudly said that he had received over a hundred greeting cards, secretly mocking those who had not received any cards, and glanced at Professor Snape deliberately.
He even pretended to be surprised as a group of dwarves sang loudly a poem written for him by a fan.
The professors all looked at him with annoyance, only his pink dolphin was happy, standing on the table in front of Lockhart and swaying.
"Why not celebrate, kids?" Lockhart, who had drunk a little, raised his glass and said loudly, "This is the Festival of Love!"
"Oh!"
The door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open heavily, and several tall shadows were cast on the floor covered with flower petals.
Lockhart, who was about to drink, looked over in surprise, only to see that those people were dressed like dark wizards, wearing black cloaks that covered their faces.
The huge auditorium suddenly became silent. The students looked at these strangers in panic and subconsciously sought shelter from the professors.
In the teacher's seat, Professor McGonagall, who had remained expressionless throughout Lockhart's speech, stood up, walked towards the group of people, and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
She was not too nervous because the castle's alarms and defenses were not activated, which was enough to prove that these people were not intruders, but had obtained the principal's permission.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch, Professor McGonagall." The leading man took off his hood, revealing a lion-like face, with brown hair like a long mane and sharp yellow eyes.
He walked forward with big strides, and the students blocking his way hurriedly moved away.
Professor McGonagall's tense expression suddenly relaxed a little, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Scrimgeour?"
"It's me, Professor McGonagall." Scrimgeour bowed his head slightly and said, "I seem to have disturbed a romantic gathering... But in order to arrest a serious criminal, I have to do this. I hope you can understand."
"Criminals?" Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "There are only teachers and students here, where are the criminals?"
"Of course."
Scrimgeour turned his gaze to Lockhart, who was standing behind him. In the latter's nervous gaze, he said coldly:
"Gilderoy Lockhart, we have solid evidence that you illegally used powerful forgetfulness spells on several people in order to steal fame, causing them to live in difficulty and even forget their own names - you are under arrest, come with us!"
"Merlin—"
Hermione groaned and covered her mouth in disbelief.
The students opened their mouths in shock, almost doubting that they had heard it wrong, and then they all looked at the professor who was dressed in dazzling pink.
Lockhart's face was pale at this moment, and the reflection of his pink clothes could not hide his panic. He looked around helplessly at the people around him, and said weakly:
"No...you can't do this...you have no right to arrest me! I, I am a recipient of the Third Class Order of Merlin!"
"Actually—I have!"
Scrimgeour limped over and Lockhart stumbled back, bumping into a chair and nearly falling.
The lion-like Auror looked down at him and said expressionlessly, "The arrest warrant has been issued. If you have any excuses, save them for the trial in the Wizengamot!"
Lockhart grabbed the wand and seemed to want to resist. But when he saw the strong wizard, his muscles that could not be covered by his wizard robe, his right hand that always held the wand, and the Aurors in black cloaks behind him...
Lockhart struggled for a moment, but finally let go of his wand in frustration, allowing Scrimgeour to take his wand. At the same time, a rope flew out and tied Lockhart's hands.
"This is slander! This is persecution!"
When being pushed out by the Aurors, Lockhart was still trying to shout: "I will definitely sue you! I am innocent!"
The students and professors watched in silence as Lockhart was pushed out by the Aurors. Except for a few admirers who were still unwilling to believe it, most people were not surprised.
After spending more than half a year together, Lockhart's foolish nature had been fully exposed. In fact, some people had long doubted his legendary stories, but everyone thought he was an excellent novelist. Unexpectedly, even those stories were not made up by him.
Aside from Professor McGonagall whispering a few more words to Scrimgeour, the Aurors came and went without any hindrance.
Lockhart was captured, and the atmosphere of Valentine's Day seemed to have disappeared completely. The teachers and students sitting in the pink auditorium felt that this day was particularly strange.
Only the dwarves seemed unaffected and continued to sing their hoarse and ugly songs.
After a long while, a buzz of discussion began to rise in the auditorium.
Michael was happy for a while, then suddenly thought of something, turned to look at Wade, and said in a tangled manner:
"Professor Quirrell still taught for a whole year. Now Professor Lockhart has been arrested, and there is still more than half of the semester left... What should we do with our Defense Against the Dark Arts course?"
Vader once again felt deeply that they were Ravenclaw.
At this time, only Ravenclaw students were worried about this problem...oh, and Hermione from Gryffindor.
(End of this chapter)