Lockhart's Diary

There was no doubt that Gilderoy Lockhart had won the adoration of countless fans because he was undeniably handsome.

No one could deny it, including Hermione, who had gone from fan to hater.

As long as he did not open his mouth or wear that nauseatingly repulsive smile, he was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

"What are you going over there for?" Lavender grabbed Hermione's eager little hand. "Vincent has already done this much to him. Can't you show him a little pity?"

"I wasn't planning to do anything." She stepped back, looking slightly guilty. "I just wanted to go over and take a look."

If she had the chance, Lockhart's handsome face would probably have gained a few solid little shoeprints before she came in.

That was what Vincent thought after quietly explaining what had happened to McGonagall, and it was also what Fred and George, who had nearly been caught outside, thought.

"The diary you mentioned..."

"It's right here, Professor." Vincent took out the little black notebook. "It's completely blank inside. Some kind of special magic was probably used to conceal it."

Snape leaned forward for a look without changing his expression.

The black cover was extremely old, at least thirty or forty years old.

Starting from the unsigned inner pages, every page after that was blank.

He sniffed it, but did not smell the mustiness that yellowed paper should have had.

And the entire diary felt especially evil, as though something were hidden inside it.

"Professor Snape, this is evidence." Vincent closed the diary, his gaze especially wary.

Just from what had happened tonight, it was worth at least a hundred points, and this piece of physical evidence had to be worth fifty points no matter what.

"Professor McGonagall, I think it would be best if