In the next few days, Lockhart's reputation changed slightly.
In the past, when he came to the Great Hall, the little witches would talk much louder. Now, the witches even want to avoid him.
Saturday.
Great Hall.
Sean took a sip of the steaming Pumpkins porridge. The sweet and greasy texture often reminded him of the soft and glutinous sweet potatoes beside the stove on winter nights.
The owl flew into the sky under the gray dome, and the packages rained down.
Around him, Harry was feebly responding to Colin. For Colin, it seemed that the most exciting thing in the world was to say "How are you, Harry" six or seven times a day and hear the reply of "Hello, Colin", no matter how helpless and annoyed Harry's tone of reply was.
Hermione planned to burn all Lockhart's books with a ball of fire, but was finally dissuaded by Justin.
"My mother said that no matter what the situation, knowledge is guiltless."
Neville looked at Flame Charm in <Standard Spells> carefully. I don't know since when, he no longer just expected others to help him.
Especially when there is a high probability that this person will be Sean.
Ron looked excited. Today he will quietly leave Hogwarts and go to Diagon Alley to buy a wand.
But he must be careful and not cause trouble for Sean.
Hope Cottage's people gathered together, or in other words, were connected by a certain little wizard, and they have spent a year like this unknowingly.
Sean unknowingly cast his eyes towards the long table of Gryffindor, where a cute little witch was talking enthusiastically to her companions.
They all held a moving Black Cat card and were chattering.
Sean glanced at the diary Ginny placed on the table, and he could sense that the malice was getting stronger.
Sometimes it even stings Sean's eyes like needles.
At the same time, Ginny's body was actually contaminated with some aura that made Soul Artifact feel strange.
Sean knows that just like he can detect Voldemort, young Voldemort can also detect himself through some unknown means.
They discovered each other as early as Sorting Ceremony.
The only difference is that Tom doesn't know what he is going to do, but he clearly knows how to destroy the diary.
But...
Tom seemed to be getting anxious. He most likely used some coercive means to hurt Ginny's soul.
Sean feels a little urgent, but he will not allow himself to be anxious.
Speed up the progress - tonight, he will find the entrance to Chamber of Secrets while ensuring that he will not be discovered.
Sean thought of it.
There is dew on the grass outside Hogwarts Castle. Even though the sun has risen very high, there is still some residual fog floating on the lawn of Quidditch Pitch.
Some Quidditch team players wearing blue and white scarves came out. They seemed to have just finished training.
Sean's head was blocked by a book and he passed by them.
"The first grade has been completed with Flying Class. Are our Seeker still missing?"
Roger·Davies pulled the scarf and said impatiently.
"What you are looking for is a person like Rodri Prenton - Davies, that is the absolute core of Tattershall Tornadoes, the super hero who won League Cup five times -"
The team members next to him stared at him.
"Please understand Roger. Before he took office, Ravenclaw was the champion of Quidditch Match;
As soon as he took office, Ravenclaw collapsed... Well, now everyone knows whose problem it is."
A member of Team Quidditch named Toya said exaggeratedly.
"Now I appoint you to recruit new people - Toya - then Ravenclaw will fail miserably, and people will know that Ravenclaw added a strong core last year, but there is nothing this year -"
Roger had veins popping out, and he put a new epaulette on Toya's arm, and the pain of one person became two.
Sean silently quickened his pace and headed towards Hagrid's Hut.
His material Transfiguration is only one hundred points short of proficiency level, which is less than a week of training.
Entry-level proficiency requires a long time to cast spells, but [experienced] will greatly reduce this time, and for experts, it will be instantaneous.
This rule has been verified on Dark Arts and the magic spell.
Outside the Hagrid's Hut, the Pumpkins in the Pumpkins field swelled to the size of a flower shed.
Hagrid was about to go out with an angry look on his face. When he turned around and saw Sean, he immediately smiled.
"Sean, how are you doing lately? Come in, come in - I just thought it was Professor Lockhart who came back again."
Sean walked into the hut with some doubts. There was a king-size bed in one corner, and a fire was crackling happily in another corner.
"You don't know, he actually taught me how to prevent the water monster from getting into the well,"
Hagrid said angrily, took a half-plucked rooster from the clean table, put a teapot on it,
"As if I don't know. He also boasts about how he can exorcise female ghosts. If one of the sentences is true, I will eat the teapot."
Sean thought that Hagrid's teeth seemed to be able to eat a teapot, and suddenly he saw the rooster. It had more than just slaughter wounds on its body.
"Is it hurt?"
Sean asked.
"Yes, this is the second one killed since the beginning of school,"
He explained,
"It's either a fox or a Vampire, and I need the principal's permission to cast a spell around the chicken coop."
Sean was silent.
Tom indeed controls the extremely special Dark Arts. Less than two weeks after school started, he was able to forcibly control Ginny to slaughter the roosters.
Sean has reason to believe that the reason why he is so anxious has something to do with him.
As a result, the little wizard's gaze became even deeper.
He'd better prepare something that can help him know the whereabouts of Ginny.
As for this thing, he originally thought it was Plan Map, but at night, he had a better choice.
It was a dark, overcast night.
Since October is approaching, the weather has become colder and colder, the rain has increased, and the nights have become darker.
Ron peeked out from the corner of the corridor, alert to the possible appearance of Filch and Mrs. Norris.
In fact, Mrs. Norris was right on Sean's shoulder. Ron was scared to death just as he turned around.
"Hope, hope, Sean--"
He quickly covered his mouth.
"I explained your situation to Mr. Filch."
Sean said.
Ron is in a trance state. Can this be said?
"Great Mr. Green--"
Fred stuck his head out from behind the opened portrait, and then retracted after seeing Mrs. Norris.
"Your loyal followers come--"
George The smile on his face disappeared naturally after a short time, and he also shrank back.
"You don't look loyal either?"
Ron subconsciously imitated George's tone,
"Your loyal followers are gone--"