HP: Let professors walk towards the light

After a while, Professor Snape came in again. He said something to Professor McGonagall, who had just finished the sorting ceremony, and showed her the newspaper. Professor McGonagall's face instantly turned gloomy, and McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore again.

Dumbledore just nodded, and Snape and McGonagall left. Then Dumbledore began his speech for the new school year, although it sounded no different from the previous ones.

After the meal officially started, Dumbledore asked Professor Flitwick to pay attention to any emergencies and left the hall.

The hall suddenly became lively. The story of Harry and Ron spread quickly and became a hot topic for everyone. Now even the first-year students knew these two big figures.

Although Dumbledore and McGonagall returned before the end of the banquet, Dumbledore's subsequent notice did not mention the expulsion.

Back in the dormitory, Reina packed her luggage and put the box containing the diary into the innermost drawer. She was not sure if she could defeat the basilisk alone, but she had to get the snake venom, which was the most effective way to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux once and for all.

But how to fight the basilisk without looking it in the eye? And if possible, we have to get the sword of Gryffindor. Dumbledore can only give the sword of Gryffindor to Harry, so should we call Harry? It is a troublesome thing to explain.

In this case, I can only use him...

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the next day.

Ron received a screaming letter from Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley's angry voice filled the entire hall, and the students who were eating in the auditorium were frightened by the sound.

"…It's a disgrace to the family! Your father has been suspended from work for questioning, and this is all your fault! Don't forget that you almost caused your father to lose his business last time. Now, give me your father's letter, Reina, and apologize! If you don't behave and get into big trouble at school, we will take you home immediately!"

The Howler burned, leaving only a pile of ashes on the table. Harry and Ron stood there, speechless for a long time. The hall became lively, some people did not hide their laughter, and everyone talked about it.

Hermione stood up and looked down at Ron.

"I don't think you expected this, Ron, but you -"

"Don't say I deserved it," Ron retorted.

He stood up, took the other letter that Errol brought and walked towards the Slytherin table. In front of all the Slytherins, his face turned red, and many people were mocking him.

He handed the letter to Lena, hesitated for a long time, his face began to turn purple, and he stammered: "Last...last time...I'm...I'm sorry..."

"Oh, Weasley is going to apologize to Slytherin. That's cause for celebration," Draco said.

"Okay Draco." Reina took the letter, "I'm glad you have the courage to speak to me. I accept your apology. Please take good care of me in the future."

"I... I'm doing this for my father's sake!" Ron turned around, said this and ran towards the Gryffindor table.

"Hahaha, look at him." Draco laughed.

"Let's go, it's time to go to class. The first class is Transfiguration. I see Professor McGonagall has already left," Rena urged.

"What's this letter?" Blaise asked.

"It's from Mr. Weasley, explaining his suspension and some business matters. I don't think the suspension will last long."

"I see. By the way, Potter wasn't fired. I, Reina, and Theodore won the bet. Give me the money."

"Are you short of this little money, Blaise?" Draco rolled his eyes at him.

“Not bad, but I wouldn’t mind more.”

"Okay, here you go."

Pansy gave the gold galleons to Bryce, who collected the money one by one and counted them.

"Lena, you didn't tell me how much you were betting yesterday. Let's just split it in half. Four Galleons each is just right. What do you think, Theodore?" Bryce patted Theodore on the shoulder.

"random."

"That `s a deal."

Soon, everyone arrived at the transfiguration classroom and started the first lesson of the new semester: turning beetles into buttons.

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"Have you heard? They all say that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a mess. Longbottom next door is hung on the ceiling." The Slytherins who were about to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were chattering.

"I heard that too. It's the Cornish elves," Goyle said to Draco.

"Lockhart will let us deal with that thing," said Draco.

"You can practice the Freezing Spell, Binding Spell, Petrification Spell and Immobilization Spell first. The Cornish elves are quite difficult to deal with." Lena turned around and reminded.

"I heard that you went to provoke Harry again yesterday? Draco, you should grow up. Your father asked me to watch you at school. I will write to him."

"Huh? Potter was having a photo signing event yesterday. I just made a few jokes. That's not serious."

"Anyway, don't let me discover your childish side. Mr. Malfoy said, 'Don't let Draco embarrass me at school.'"

Reina kept a straight face, holding her wand as if it were a cane, and imitated the tone of Lucius's aria.

"Yes, yes, you imitated it really well." Draco was deflated.

"Oh, my dear students, you've arrived just in time." Gilderoy Lockhart strode in wearing a purple wizard robe, carrying a black cage covered with cloth. The cage was wobbly, and one could tell that there was nothing good inside.

He walked up to the podium and showed his eight perfect teeth.

"Today is the first class for Slytherin students, right? Yes, introduce yourselves again." He pointed at himself. "I am Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and the winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from Witch Weekly for five consecutive times - of course, I didn't defeat my opponents with a smile."

"He must have said this to every class," Draco whispered.

"Oh, seven grades and four colleges. No wonder he memorized it so well," said Blaise.

"Now, let's have a small test before class." He handed out the test papers one by one.

"Okay, let's get started, kids."

Looking at the questions on the test paper that were all related to "Gilderoy Lockhart", everyone started discussing again.

"Excuse me, what does this test have to do with our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Pansy raised her hand first and asked.

"Of course it does, Miss Pankinson. Gilderoy Lockhart, that is, me, is your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Lockhart still had a smile on his face.

"But what we want to learn is not Gilderoy Lockhart, but Defense Against the Dark Arts," Blaise agreed.

"This is to increase our bond and allow us to understand each other better, Mr. Zabini."

"There's no need for us to strengthen our relationship, so why don't we just invite you to visit Malfoy Manor? This will be more conducive to mutual understanding." Draco grinned.

"Hahaha..." A burst of laughter broke out in the classroom.

"You! Don't forget that I am your professor. You'd better be respectful, Slytherin boys." Lockhart forced a smile on his face. "You will be responsible for what you say. Let me try. How about deducting five points from Slytherin for disrespecting the professor? Unfortunately, this is the first time I have to deduct points."