Chapter 117 Probe

In the kitchen of Hogwarts, Mike and Franklin were waiting for Lockhart to arrive. The table in front of them was filled with all kinds of exquisite food, and the house elf hanger was still serving them attentively.

I don't know how long it took, until Mike felt a little impatient, the kitchen door was finally pushed open.

Lockhart hurried into the kitchen and said with a smile: "Sorry, I was blocked by my fans in Hufflepuff when I passed the door of Hufflepuff lounge. I was delayed for a while to sign for them."

Lockhart's smile froze on his face when he saw Franklin. He looked at Mike in confusion, as if asking him why there were other people here besides them.

Mike naturally understood what he meant, and said expressionlessly: "Franklin is my good friend. He followed me because he was worried about my safety. Don't worry, he is very tight-lipped, you don't have to worry that he will leak our conversation today." Lockhart

struggled for a while, and finally made up his mind and sat on the chair pulled out for him by the house elf. With a smile on his face, he said, "You're kidding, Mike. Of course I believe Franklin. He's a good boy. I've always thought so."

Franklin heard Lockhart's words and secretly made a vomiting gesture.

At this time, the house elf Hanger also brought a plate to Lockhart. It was a dish that looked like cheese toast with eggs baked in the oven. Looking at the cautious look on Hanger's face when he held it, this piece of bread should not be simple.

The moment Lockhart saw this dish, his eyes lit up. He quickly tied a napkin around himself, cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Well! Welsh rabbit, a rare delicacy!" Lockhart was intoxicated. "This was my favorite dish when I was in Hogwarts. After graduation, I also tried Welsh rabbits from many places, but none of them were as delicious as the ones in Hogwarts. I have to say that the cooking skills of the house elves in Hogwarts are really good."

Hanger shook with excitement after hearing Lockhart's praise.

"Isn't this just a deluxe version of cheese toast?" Franklin whispered to Mike, "Is it that exaggerated?"

Mike shook his head, not knowing whether it was true or not. He didn't answer, but just took a sip of the juice in front of him.

Lockhart saw that no one responded to him, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face. But his rich experience in making a fool of himself made him quickly adjust his facial expression.

"Mike, do you know why I accepted Professor Dumbledore's invitation to come to Hogwarts to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Mike saw that Lockhart was still beating around the bush and decided not to save his face. After a moment of thinking, he had the answer in his mind after Lockhart decided to use the textbook of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year as the entire series of novels he wrote.

"Well, I think you might be doing this to sell your novels. You know, almost every little wizard in Hogwarts has bought a set of your books. You should have made a fortune, right?"

Franklin, who was standing aside, laughed when he heard Mike's answer.

"Why do you think so? I came to Hogwarts to prepare for my new novel!" Lockhart's face turned black. "I know that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cursed by a mysterious person, but when I received the invitation from Dumbledore, I accepted it without hesitation, because my desire for inspiration suppressed my fear of the mysterious person!

And Hogwarts did not disappoint me. After many years, I returned to Hogwarts as if I had divine help, and inspiration kept bursting out!

Especially your experience, Mike. Your experience in the basilisk incident this year is just like the protagonist in that novel. So I want to interview you about the snake removal operation so that I can write it into my new novel."

After Lockhart finished this long paragraph at once, he picked up the cup on the table and drank the juice in it. Then, as if he was afraid that Mike would not agree, he continued:

"For this new book, I decided to use a new perspective, changing my previous first-person writing style. This time I will write this book in the third person, Mike, you will be the protagonist of this book!

And I, Gilderoy Lockhart! Will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, giving you full help in your confrontation with the basilisk. I plan to name this book "The End of the Millennium Basilisk"!"

After listening to Lockhart's story quietly, Mike became alert. He knew that Lockhart was a memory thief after reading the original book.

His novels all stole other people's experiences. After deceiving others to tell their own magical experiences, he would give them a modified "Oblivion" to make them forget their experiences, and then Lockhart would take them for himself. After

thinking about it, Mike decided to boldly try it out. According to the original book, Lockhart's strength was not strong. If he was on guard, Lockhart should not be his opponent, not to mention that there were a group of house elves watching him around.

And if Lockhart is really the heir, then he will make a fortune this time.

The blackthorn wood wand appeared in his hand, and Mike adjusted his sitting position slightly so that he could use the armor to protect himself and bounce back the possible oblivion spell at any time.

"Professor Lockhart, I can agree to your request." Mike smiled, "But at the same time, I have always had a question that I want you to answer for me."

Lockhart was immediately delighted when he saw Mike agreed, and he said yes repeatedly.

"I've read your autobiographical novels. In those novels, you described yourself as a powerful wizard who is almost omnipotent." Mike paused, "But from my contact with you in the past few months, I think you don't seem to be as powerful as written in the books. Why is that?"

Lockhart's face froze when he heard this, and he stammered, "This... I'm conserving my strength. If I show off my strength, I'm afraid I'll scare you little wizards."

"Oh? If that's the case, why didn't you stand up to defeat the Basilisk when it was rampant in Hogwarts?" Mike sneered, "Besides, I heard that you released a cage of Cornish pixies in your first class for Gryffindor. As a result, the situation seemed to get out of control, and you, it seemed that you couldn't even handle such a group of elves, and you hid under the table in fear."

Franklin couldn't help laughing anymore.

The expression on Lockhart's face kept changing from blue to purple. He took a few deep breaths before angrily saying, "This is simply slander! I just wanted to give those students a chance, a chance to deal with the emergency independently! If I take action, those damn little beasts will all die in an instant!"

Mike looked at Lockhart with a smile, and it was obvious that he didn't believe what he said.