[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom wandered in the corridor.

It took him a while to make up his mind and knocked on Lockhart's office door.

Almost as soon as there was a knock on the door, it was opened, and Lockhart's beautiful face was revealed through the crack in the door.

"Ah, rare visitor, Mr. Locke." He said with an exaggerated smile, but his eyes were very cold.

"Good evening, Professor Lockhart." Tom looked up at him, his eyes falling into his eyes, as if they were sinking into an icy blue sea.

"Come in." Lockhart stepped aside, and the same exaggerated smile and cold eyes were thrown at Tom from all directions in the room.

Tom walked in and sat on the sofa at Lockhart's signal.

"What's the matter?" Lockhart asked, slumping down in his comfortable armchair.

"Does what happened tonight have anything to do with you, Professor?" Tom asked straightforwardly.

"How rude!" Lockhart suddenly straightened up and said aggrievedly, "Such a baseless accusation——"

"I really don't have enough evidence," Tom said calmly, "but I have a bold guess - you see, am I just asking you for confirmation?"

Lockhart leaned back, leaned back again, and whistled frivolously: "Gryffindor's courage... good boy, tell me, I'm listening."

Tom took a deep breath and then said: "I can only list the most suspicious parts, and the things that can barely form a relationship with each other."

"It starts with the Cornish elf from before."

"I remember very clearly that when the elves came out of the cage, two of them broke the window and escaped -"

Lockhart laughed, his face showing a twisted expression trying to hold back his laughter.

"I remember it very clearly..." he muttered softly.

"Nothing," he looked at Tom with a subtle smile, "go on."

"...But according to my investigation, no one saw the two elves who escaped." Tom finished the first case hesitantly.

"Then there was one time when Harry and Ron were walking outside and you showed up very suddenly and invited Harry to help you with your fan mail - only Harry."

"A savior," said Lockhart.

"Coincidentally, it was today that the same Harry was led to the crime scene."

"It's boring, unsystematic, and based on conjecture - a lot of courage," Lockhart commented, but his eyes sparkled with interest. "So what's your conclusion?"

"You are an outstanding hypnotist - there are no Cornish elves at all, you just hypnotized us in your foreshadowing statements, so the elves were very quiet when they were covered by the cage, but in fact they They are not creatures that will become quiet if they are deprived of their vision, but a group of little monsters that will only become more violent because of the darkness.

This is why two little vandals ran into the campus, but no students, teachers, or administrators outside the classroom saw them or the traces of damage they caused. "

"Similarly, you had already planned your invitation to Harry. When you were alone together, you hypnotized and suggested Harry. That's why Harry showed up inexplicably tonight when he was not supposed to be there. The place."

"As for my speculation that what happened tonight has something to do with you - Professor, you are really too calm today." Tom said, "You are not as calm as 'Gilderoy Lockhart'. I even have some doubts that you are exaggerating like this." Showing oneself in such a way, and so actively asking every student to memorize the introduction of 'Gilderoy Lockhart', is this also a kind of hypnotic suggestion?". 7

"Are you really Gilderoy Lockhart?" Tom asked.

"It's ridiculous." The usual hearty and handsome smile on Lockhart's face disappeared, replaced by a malicious sneer, "It's ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

He roared suddenly, stood up, and looked down at Tom condescendingly.

"Hypnosis? Suggestion?" He read each word slowly and contemptuously, "A wizard born as a hemp, your background limits your knowledge..."

"Is this the limit of your imagination?" He spread his arms, and the shadows cast on the wall were like huge wings. Lockhart was in the photos of all the light, shadow, and half-darkness. They all sneered together.

"Extremely boring!"

"I exposed so many flaws, I waited patiently for so long... but in the end, all I got was a reckless little fool..."

Tom was silent and couldn't help but move his fingers.

"Tell me... can the speculation of you, a ridiculous master of hypnosis, answer all the questions in your heart?" Lockhart stood with his chest crossed, his blue eyes as cold as glaciers.

"Can hypnosis make Lockhart shout out the names of students he has never seen before?" he asked, imitating Tom's voice vividly.

"Is it also a coincidence that Lockhart chose the text when I asked the question that day?" he continued in Tom's voice.

"Why does Lockhart want us to keep reading his travel journals and watch him repeatedly defeat different monsters - does he have so many adventurous deeds at such a young age?"

Tom felt cold sweat slowly forming on his back.

"You..." His voice was dry, unable to speak complete words.

Why could Lockhart read his thoughts...

The dangerous conjecture became clear in his mind little by little...

Lockhart finally changed his voice and laughed loudly: "Hypnosis? It's still a bit close. But I reminded you on the first day -"

Lockhart's voice mixed with laughter echoed from all directions in the room, and his mouth opened and closed in every photo:

"Be careful! What you are about to face is the most terrifying thing in the magic world——"

"Playing with memory..." Tom said the answer for him.

But guessing the correct answer did not bring him any joy, but instead made his heart sink into cold water.

"Yes!" Lockhart laughed with joy, "There has never been a Cornish elf, it's just a small meeting gift - it's a pity that you really don't have any qualifications, and the current magical world always disappoints people... "

"Aha, have you thought about it?" Lockhart bent down, holding back a smile and carefully studying Tom's expression, "Yes, are you really safe now? Will Professor Lockhart really not hurt any students? ?”

With a mysterious smile, he asked Tom gently: "Did you really... just meet Principal Dumbledore?"

Another memory suddenly became clear in his mind - he said goodbye to his friends and walked back, without meeting Professor McGonagall at all... He wandered alone in the corridor... It took a while before he made up his mind and rang the bell. The door to Lockhart's office... Almost the moment there was a knock on the door, the door was opened, and Lockhart's beautiful face was revealed through the crack in the door.

"Ah, rare visitor, Mr. Locke." Lockhart said to him with an exaggerated smile, but his eyes were very cold.

"Good evening, Professor Lockhart." Tom looked up at him, his eyes falling into his eyes, as if they were sinking into an icy blue sea.

Thousands of waves were rising in that mysterious sea, and the huge whirlpool sucked his attention in—

At the same time, the memory of the previous conversation with Dumbledore was quickly fading...

"Stop!" Tom shouted, the magic power all over his body was oscillating, and it quickly condensed into the prototype of a huge magic ball.

"Stop!" he shouted again, fiercely.

Then everything really stopped, and then the world was spinning. Tom couldn't help but blinked his eyes and found that he was sitting upright on the sofa, and Professor Lockhart was still leaning on his armrest in that comfortable and lazy posture. chair.

Tom looked around suspiciously. The pictures on the wall were normal. Some of the Lockharts were doing facial masks, some were curling their hair, some were looking in the mirror, and some were smiling at him.

The real Lockhart was looking at him coldly and said, "Don't disgust me with the title of Master of Hypnosis."

Tom shook his head and found that two completely different memories coexisted peacefully in his mind.

What is true? What is fake? Is his current memory correct?

The most evil and terrifying thing in the wizarding world... Tom had to admit that Lockhart was right.

The current situation was more dangerous than when he faced the Dark Lord last year. The most troublesome thing was that he couldn't think of any solution for a while.

"You can defeat magic with magic," Lockhart replied.

"It's a good idea to try to riot with magic like I did just now," Lockhart said with a bored expression. "After all, I have to take care of your life - even though you are a little fool, you are the only one who sees that something is wrong with me. The little idiot who came to me to ask for confirmation."

"The guess is not that accurate. That's because you have no knowledge and there is nothing you can do." He said critically.

What if you don't care about my life? Tom thought.

"If it is true that you have exploded and everything has not been resolved, then accept your fate." Lockhart said gloomily, "Fate's loom is dripping with blood... and you are not missing a drop."

Instinct told Tom that he was now safe, and he dispersed the magic he had gathered in his hand, creating a small hurricane in the room.

"So I really met Principal Dumbledore, and you really won't harm any student?"

"Ha, not out of respect for Dumbledore, but out of respect for fate - yes, no student will be really harmed."

What Professor Lockhart said was strange. This is the second time he mentioned "destiny" in a few sentences. Is this a new hint?

But this time Lockhart didn't take the initiative to answer. So Tom cautiously skipped the question for now.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Are you really Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, a beautiful idiot." Lockhart said with a mocking smile, "Yes, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, but who can really know Gilderoy Lockhart? What about Te?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"That's another secret, Mr. Locke," Lockhart smiled. "Just like this time, I provide clues - you also have to prove your qualifications."

Tom was silent for a while and continued to ask: "You can obviously avoid exposing your flaws, why-"

"Because 'Gilderoy Lockhart' is about to retire, I plan to choose an apprentice -" Lockhart said slowly, showing his signature laugh again, "Surprise, little fool?"

"Playing with memories, turning things upside down, fooling the world..." Lockhart said with a smile. There was no gloom on his handsome face, and his amazing beauty exuded extraordinary charm. , turning loved ones into strangers! Taking and giving are just a matter of thoughts... Look at them being overturned! Watch them get lost! Watch them cry! The joys and sorrows in the world will never end - "

"Or do you choose to be a saint? To eliminate evil? To let all magic and non-magic live in harmony?" Lockhart stretched out his hand to him, "Come on, let us change fate and laugh at fate-"