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Dumbledore looked at the other professors and asked, "Perhaps you brought potions?" His voice was weak, and he was obviously not confident about what he asked.

Sure enough, all the professors hurriedly waved their hands and stepped back.

Lamia couldn't help but look at the pitiful Lockhart. She thought that only students would dislike this boastful professor, but she didn't expect that professors were the same as them.

But as the headmaster, Dumbledore certainly couldn't turn a blind eye to Lockhart like other professors. Besides, it was his fault.

Dumbledore squatted down and checked Lockhart's condition. After finding that he was just unconscious, he stood up again and said, "It's okay, nothing serious."

"Ron, why did you meet Gilderoy?" Dumbledore asked when Snape went to get medicine.

Lamia, who was about to leave, also stopped. She also wanted to know how Ron was involved with Lockhart.

"Professor, I ran into him on my way to see Hermione. Lockhart heard about the Chamber of Secrets from somewhere, and he wanted to get the most detailed information from me so he could publish it as his own story," Ron recalled, his expression gradually becoming more serious. "I thought he was just concerned about Harry's condition, so I told him that Harry was fine, but he still kept pestering me and even used magic on me, trying to take away my memory!"

Everyone present gasped, "And then?" Dumbledore handed a cup of hot milk to Ron.

"Then - I ran to the bathroom to avoid him, but he followed me in and attacked me, but - luckily I dodged quickly enough - he only hit the mirror in the bathroom. I don't know what kind of magic he used to reflect everything." Ron took a sip of milk, and there was a circle of milk stains around his lips.

"It directly broke the water pipe in the bathroom and sprayed water all over me," Ron touched his dripping hair irritably, "and it finally stopped when the reflection hit him. Then he chased after me like crazy. Luckily I ran fast, otherwise I would have..." Ron was still very scared and started shaking before he finished speaking.

"I didn't even get to see Hermione!" Ron yelled, rushing over and kicking Lockhart hard. "It's all his fault!"

"Well, Ron, it looks like Lockhart was caught by his own Oblivion Charm. It's none of your business, good boy. You did a great job." Dumbledore lit the fireplace in the room and took Ron to sit over. "As for Hermione, she's fine. You can rest assured. Professor Sprout's mandrake is mature, and she will arrange everything."

Ron nodded and continued drinking the milk in his hand.

About 10 minutes later, Snape finally came back. He obviously got what he wanted and he walked a little faster.

"Headmaster, this is all I can find." Snape handed the potion in his hand to Dumbledore.

Lamia keenly noticed that the potion bottle was exactly the same as the one they handed in as homework in class, and the color of the potion looked very familiar.

"Isn't this my homework?" Ron also saw it, and he was more familiar with it. There was no other bottle of black and gray healing potion in the entire Hogwarts. The only one was his homework.

Snape glared at him and Ron shut up instantly.

"Yes, it's Mr. Weasley's homework, but... this potion is also... very... excellent, um, very excellent." Snape was exposed and could only grit his teeth and say what he meant. Lamia felt that his face couldn't be any darker.

"But, Professor, you only gave me P, and told me to just throw the potions I made in the future into the trash." Ron was surprised that Snape would praise his potion, and couldn't help but say it with some confusion, not noticing Harry winking at him at all.

Snape stopped talking and walked towards Ron with his wand raised. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and Ron was so scared that he hugged his head. "Okay, okay, Severus, give the potion to Gilderoy to drink first." Dumbledore hurried over to stop him.

Snape gave up and turned around to hand the potion to Lamia, "You go." He took several steps back.

Lamia held the potion in silence. She really should leave.

After pouring the potion into Lockhart's mouth, although he was still unconscious, he spit out all the potion in his mouth, and even turned over and pressed his head tightly down. "What should we do now?" Lamia raised her head and asked Dumbledore and Snape.

"It seems he's fine." Snape snorted coldly, and came forward to take out several bottles of strange potions, which looked like their homework. "Pour these in."

Lamia didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that he was gloating.

But Lamia didn't ask anything. Instead, she turned Lockhart over as he requested and poured all the potion into him.

"Ah, ugh, ugh!" Lockhart sat up suddenly and spat out all the potion in his mouth. "Who, who on earth poured sock washing water into my mouth!" Lockhart pulled out his tongue and kept wiping it with his hand, trying to wipe off the taste on it.

"Hey, where is this? Who are you?" Lockhart got up from the ground, looked around and found that he didn't know anyone. But when he saw Ron, his eyes suddenly lit up, "You, you, I know you!" Lockhart hid behind Ron.

"Professor, stay away from me, I'm scared." Ron cried, dragging Lockhart closer to Dumbledore. "Help, someone help me!"

"Professor? So I am a professor?" Lockhart said to himself, hugging Ron's waist.

"Ron, please send Gilderoy to the hospital wing. It seems he has suffered serious injuries." Dumbledore moved aside silently.

"Hospital wing, who's sick? Can I go take him some fruit? Maybe I can ask him what happened?" Lockhart got off Ron and walked briskly towards the door. He stopped after a few steps and said, "Uh, Ron, I don't know the way. Can you take me there?"

"My name is Ron, Ron Weasley!" Ron hated it most when people called his name wrong. He didn't care about being afraid anymore and pushed Lockhart directly against the wall.

"Ron, can't you be a little gentler with your professor?" Lockhart kept chattering behind Ron. "Knowing what I know about myself, I must have disliked you before."