The moment she noticed Professor Lockhart had vanished, Harley immediately went on guard and quickly scanned the Great Hall.
After all, the bastard was extremely good at launching sneak attacks!
Although the wizards of the Wizarding World seemed very weak when it came to defense, Harley had met a few masters skilled in combat while she was in France.
Those wizards always carried magical items with defensive properties, or had enchanted some of their clothes.
By that logic, the wizards Lockhart had ambushed must also have been skilled fighters. Surely their defenses couldn't have been especially weak.
Even if some of them had been careless, it was impossible that every single one had been caught completely unprepared and knocked out with one blow. After all, Lockhart had written so many books and stolen so many stories.
So Harry remained somewhat wary of Professor Lockhart's sneak attacks.
At last, Harley spotted Professor Lockhart by an intact wall at the edge of the Great Hall. She couldn't tell whether it was really him.
Still, Harley was fairly sure that even if Professor Lockhart wasn't there, he had to be somewhere in a corner of the Great Hall.
Although Professor Lockhart had put on special glasses and no longer feared the Basilisk's gaze, the creature's enormous body was still a threat.
If its tail suddenly swung over and hit him, Lockhart would be badly injured at best. Harley couldn't imagine anyone being willing to take that risk.
"Miss Harley, prepare to die!" Professor Lockhart's voice came from all around her, tinged with excitement.
"The most magnificent article is about to be written in your flesh and blood! How thrilling!"
"Freak!" Harley spat, though the corner of her mouth curled into a smile. "You're not the only one with reinforcements!"
Thanks to the Assassin's