"What's wrong with Professor Lockhart?" Hermione turned her head and looked at Morris with a puzzled expression.
He only saw Lockhart suddenly faint, then suddenly wake up, like a completely different person, with empty eyes, and get up and leave without saying a word.
What's going on?
Morris shook his head. " Lockhart is probably going to repent. Don't worry about him."
repent?
Hermione was even more confused.
She pressed on relentlessly, " Morris, do you know something?"
"Guess." Morris simply smiled and turned to leave.
"Hey!" Hermione quickly chased after her, "Make yourself clear."
"You'll find out soon enough," Morris replied mysteriously.
Hermione stamped her foot, a little anxious.
It's incredibly frustrating when curiosity can't be satisfied, especially for someone like Hermione Granger.
Morris's smile deepened.
I have to say, being a riddle solver is a really cool experience.
In fact, he had already guessed why Lockhart was behaving this unusually.
Legilimency is a spell that not only allows one to view another's memories, but also to access deeper, more primal things.
That is emotion.
In that instant, he clearly sensed the surging guilt, fear, and self-loathing in Lockhart's heart, which almost overwhelmed him.
Lockhart clearly had no way to defend himself.
Perhaps because he had been practicing Legilimency on the other person for some time, Lockhart is now unusually sensitive to these emotions.
Simply put, he ruined the other person's life.
Ultimately, however, Lockhart brought this upon himself.
Morris felt he was only 10% responsible at most.
No, 0.5%.
After that, Morris never saw Lockhart again in the castle.
Then the next day, the Daily Prophet suddenly published a major news story.
Gilderoy Lockhart, the internationally renowned author, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and a five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, formally surrendered to the Ministry of Ministry of Magic yesterday. He admitted that the vast majority of the adventures described in his works were plagiarized and confessed to using memory magic on multiple occasions to cover up the truth from those in the know.
At breakfast time, Morris leisurely flipped through the newspaper while sipping Pumpkin Juice.
Wow, that was fast! He turned himself in yesterday, and the news is out today.
Kyle sat next to him, also staring at the same report.
"I never expected this," he exclaimed in shock, "That Professor Lockhart would be this kind of person."
"Yes, yes," Morris nodded, "But I don't quite understand why the newspapers are making a special mention of him winning the Most Charming Smile Award five times?"
Is this award particularly prestigious?
I wonder if he'll have a chance to be selected in the future.
Morris instinctively touched his face.
He knew he was fairly handsome.
As his body developed, his features became more defined, especially his deep, silver-gray eyes, which were incredibly captivating.
In addition, his height has already reached 1.7 meters, and it continues to grow.
Kyle was taken aback by his focus. "Is that the point?"
He pushed the newspaper aside and casually remarked, " Hogwarts ' Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts never last long. What a pity, I thought Lockhart could break that curse."
Morris became interested. " Kyle, do you know what happened to all the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts before? Except for Professor Quirrell and Lockhart."
He was a little curious.
Kyle frowned. "Hmm... I don't know much about it either, just rumors. Quirrell's predecessor apparently contracted some strange magical illness and had to retire early, and then he died a few months later, I think. Before that, there was a professor who was taken away by the Ministry of Magic because he was obsessed with researching Dark Magic. I don't know anything before that."
Just then, an older student who was about to leave overheard their conversation and couldn't help but come closer.
"Are you talking about the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?" Her eyes lit up.
Morris recognized her as a gossipy senior from Ravenclaw.
I forgot the name.
In short, he's a well-informed person.
Subsequently, Morris and Kevin learned from each other about the tragic fates of most Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in previous years.
The variety is astounding, making it a real-life Death of Final Destination.
Some died of mental illness, some drowned, some jumped to their deaths, and some were even bitten to death by their own pet dogs.
After hearing this, Kyle swallowed hard. "So, it seems Professor Lockhart is quite lucky?"
"At least he's still alive." Morris shrugged.
Kyle clearly didn't want to talk about this anymore. He shook his head vigorously. "Let's change the subject, Morris. What are you planning to do this summer?"
Seeing this, the senior student quietly left.
It's pointless.
"Summer vacation?" Morris stroked his chin. "I'll probably continue researching magic; I'll be very busy."
He already had a preliminary idea for his secret base.
It must be mobile, able to hide itself, and have ample space. If possible, it also needs to be handsome.
Ah, he can't wait to get started.
Kyle sighed helplessly. " Morris, you might need to learn to balance work and rest. My parents might take me to France this year; I've heard the wizarding villages there are very interesting, especially the food."
Morris slowly swallowed the last bite of bread. "Work-life balance? For me, studying magic is the best rest."
Kyle sighed again.
Well, I have nothing to say to this guy.
He knew Morris's character; he was extremely passionate about magical research and exceptionally talented.
Perhaps this is the difference between geniuses and ordinary people.
Thinking about it makes me feel a little melancholy.
The year-end banquet arrived as scheduled.
At this time of year, the winner of the House Cup is always the focus of everyone's attention.
But Morris was more concerned about when dinner would be served.
The winner of this year's House Cup is -
Dumbledore's voice echoed through the Great Hall. He paused deliberately, and seeing the students holding their breath, he smiled slightly and said clearly, " --Ravenclaw!"
Blue decorations and banners instantly appeared on the Great Hall ceiling.
A deafening roar of cheers and applause erupted from the Ravenclaw Table, and Morris clapped along with them.
In fact, everyone had expected this result.
Ravenclaw has a hundred points added by Morris; it would be unacceptable for them to lose again.
"Eat," Dumbledore announced.
The empty long table was instantly filled with all kinds of delicious food.
"Ah, what a great opportunity."
While his classmates were still excitedly discussing it, Morris quietly moved the best-baked apple pie in front of him.
The banquet ended in a lively atmosphere, and the students left the Great Hall satisfied, returning to the common lounge.
Morris was at the back of the crowd, about to move, when he heard a gentle voice behind him.
" Morris, can you stay here for a moment?"
Morris paused, turned around, and found Dumbledore calmly looking at him.