Hundred-Year-Old Saint and Three Elders, Lockhart and Harry and the Three Little Ones

Meanwhile, as the people in the Cottage cheered Neville on and Anton imagined the various factions beating each other to a pulp in the training centre, our three saviours began another of their usual nighttime excursions.

Wrapped in the Cloak of Invisibility, one of the Three Deathly Hallows, they could not be detected even by Filch, now that he possessed magic. The Three Little Ones happily wandered through Hogwarts Castle and quickly found their target.

Lockhart, whom everyone had always found so detestable.

Oh, they had no intention of calling him Professor, Editor-in-Chief, or Deputy Headmaster. Lockhart's dreadful performance when he had been the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had long since been etched into everyone's minds.

At the very least, Harry and Ron loathed him. Hermione, on the other hand, had said quite a few good things about her former idol, though neither of her companions agreed.

At that moment, Lockhart had shed his usual flamboyant, attention-seeking manner. He cautiously peered around a dark corridor corner, then hurried toward another turn.

"I told you, nothing good could come of him returning to school this year!" Harry Potter whispered excitedly. "I don't want him coming back to snatch the Headmaster position again. Dumbledore is our Headmaster!"

Ron solemnly drew his wand and gripped it a little tighter. Then he turned to Hermione. "I hope you won't warn him. We need to see what he's plotting!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Listen, I want Dumbledore to remain our Headmaster too. And I think it's strange that Lockhart replaced Editor Elphinstone. Editor Elphinstone looked perfectly healthy before. I just hope this isn't some scheme by those School Governors!"

Good. The three quickly reached an agreement and followed quietly behind Lockhart.

Lockhart's movements were indeed strange. He went down the stairs all the