In the following two days, the campus was calm, but there was an undercurrent in the dark -

Rita Skeeter's firepower was all focused on Lockhart. After many years, the two of them once again had a verbal battle in the newspaper.

They are both famous writers, each with a large readership, and therefore the news about the two is the hottest at the moment.

In the words of the newspaper scraps, there began to be sporadic doubts about Dumbledore's inability to deal with the attack on the Chamber of Secrets. Felix smelled the smell of conspiracy.

Thinking of the conversation between Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in the Chamber of Secrets, he almost realized what was going on.

It was nothing more than some pure-blood families launching a public opinion offensive to bring down Dumbledore. But everything was in vain, the basilisk was dead, but it was not revealed.

Dumbledore wanted to fish and solve the trouble once and for all, so let him do it, Felix was not interested in it.

In the last class before the holiday, he took the parchment given by Professor McGonagall and explained some precautions verbatim.

"Don't cast spells outside of school, and don't take teaching aids home. You know what I mean."

The little wizards below laughed.

At noon, when Felix walked into the auditorium, he unexpectedly saw Lockhart standing at the door. He was about to pretend that he didn't see it, but was pulled by Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart?" He had to stop.

Lockhart said to him uneasy, "Professor Hep, we need to talk."

The two walked into the dark corner in front of the hall.

"Professor Hep, for the sake of our colleagues, you have to help me. Skeeter is driving me crazy!"

Felix asked curiously, "What's going on?"

"That woman is spreading rumors in the newspapers and trying her best to ruin my reputation. She even slandered me, saying that my adventures are all fake. Oh my God! What a ridiculous statement!"

Felix looked at him strangely.

"Yeah, you think it's outrageous too, right? You can't doubt me just because I have an outstanding appearance. I don't drive away the female ghost of Wanlun with a smile!" He cleared his throat angrily.

"Professor Lockhart," Felix interrupted him, "please tell me directly why you are here."

"Oh, ah... okay, it's like this--" His tone became hesitant, "I think that the quarrel between me and that woman does not need to occupy public resources. Perhaps, we can communicate privately... negotiate a solution..."

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"Come on, Professor Hep. I know that woman's character. She will not let you go easily. In her mind, you are excellent news material!" Lockhart said shrewdly, "If you ask me, you must have said hello to her through some big shot..."

Felix thought to himself, you are really a talent, you can even think of this.

He declined, "I'm not familiar with her, but I happened to hear Headmaster Dumbledore mention that the school will announce a big news around the holidays, and some reporters will be invited to attend. Maybe she will come too."

"Really?" Lockhart's eyes lit up, "I need to talk to Dumbledore... Thank you very much, Professor Happ. If you have any needs in the future, just come to me. I heard that you are studying ancient magic, and I happen to know something about this."

"Let's talk about it later." Felix said listlessly.

Lockhart didn't pay attention to his attitude. He happily said goodbye, and it seemed that he was going to go directly to Dumbledore.

"By the way, Professor Lockhart, I heard that your wand..." He wanted to know whether Dumbledore cleaned up the smell on it when he handed over the wand.

He was very curious about this.

"Oh, you know it too, right? It's really a bad behavior. If you ask me, putting him in detention for a month is not a light punishment... that reckless Weatherby."

On the other side, Ron returned to the common room angrily.

"You shouldn't have stopped me, Harry--" Ron said. He had just had another quarrel with Percy.

Harry felt bad. They had solved the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, but at Dumbledore's request, they had to be patient for a few days and postpone the announcement of this honor until the beginning of the new semester.

This made his situation not much better. Ron even had to bear a detention.

However, Harry still advised Ron, "Think about it. If everything goes well, after Christmas, we can let Malfoy get the punishment he deserves, and then all the troubles will be solved together!"

His words made Ron feel better. "You're right. I really hope Christmas will come soon."

Then, he said with a beaming face, "Harry, that's a special contribution award. No one in our family has ever won it, not even Bill! When I get the trophy, I will definitely smash it in Percy's face."

On the other side of the table, Hermione was writing and drawing on parchment, and did not participate in their discussion.

"Hermione, what are you doing?"

Hermione looked up from the parchment and sighed. "I'm planning a renovation plan for the beaded bag. Oh, it's too difficult."

Harry asked her with great interest, "Is it the bag that can release the devil vine?"

"Yes, the basilisk caused some damage to it in the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Happ and I applied for permission to complete the repair work independently. But it is much more troublesome than I thought, even though I watched the professor make it from beginning to end..."

Harry couldn't help asking a few more questions. The little witch enthusiastically explained the basic concepts of ancient magic runes to the two of them, which made Harry and Ron dizzy. The two tacitly changed the topic.

In the evening, Felix took out his diary and wrote and drew on it again.

"Hagrid was taken away. I don't know if I did the right thing." Felix wrote. This was of course a lie. He also cleaned up the prepared Christmas gifts in the afternoon, including Hagrid's.

A string of flamboyant handwriting appeared on the diary. "You are doing the right thing. Believe me, the attacks will stop, and you are the biggest contributor."

Felix said "unmoved", "I will not easily believe what you say, I will always be vigilant!"

"Of course, if the attack happens again, you can just hand me over." The diary wrote.

Felix changed his tone, "I am curious, how were you made? You know, your carrier is just an ordinary book, but it carries a memory for half a century!"

The diary was not opposed to this question. On the contrary, he welcomed it very much. Let's talk, open your heart to me...

A string of fluent words quickly poured down the page, "That involves very profound magic. If you are interested, I will tell you everything I know."

So, one person and one diary started to communicate in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

At first, they discussed relatively superficial areas, but after Felix pointed out his mistakes several times, the diary had to come up with more profound content, but he was also quite cunning, and many key points were said to be "I didn't inject this part of information back then."

That night, Felix obtained some skills to store memories on regular items, and some superficial knowledge of blood research.

At the end of the communication, the diary strongly recommended to him a "technique to relax the mind". He vowed that this technique has the effect of increasing magic power...

After Felix locked the diary, he couldn't help but say in his heart, I don't believe you.