allendalepharm 078 Tom Riddle was stunned.
078 Tom Riddle was stunned.
As it turned out, Dumbledore's most trusted subordinate was Snape. He rushed to the headmaster's office immediately and was clearly relieved to see Lockhart waving his hands, talking animatedly, and jumping around.
Interestingly, Snape was also Voldemort's most trusted subordinate in the past.
Lockhart had a fairly good eye for people, and he also thought that Old Spiegel was a very reliable person.
However, Snape thought Lockhart was completely unreliable.
He rushed down the spiral staircase into his office, only to hear Lockhart shouting, "Professor Trelawney even predicted I'd die in office this year teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
The man leaned on the headmaster's desk, looking down at Dumbledore, his voice impassioned, "Professor Dumbledore, tell me, if I hadn't died, hadn't died in office, what do you think...?"
Lockhart seemed to hear footsteps, glanced back at Snape, then stared intently at Dumbledore. "Our savior, Mr. Potter, can he really kill the Man of Void as Professor Trelawney predicted?"
"!!!"
Snape was startled and abruptly looked up, staring intently at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore seemed stunned as well, his gaze sharpening and his brows furrowing.
"I can't always fantasize that the Savior can definitely kill him, especially since I know Harry too well. He's not capable enough; he can't even beat me, let alone Vader!"
Lockhart shrugged. "Are we supposed to rely on fate, a bunch of endless coincidences, so that Harry just happens to trip and fall and stabs the Dark Lord in the throat, killing him?"
"Heh~!"
He chuckled softly. "Dumbledore, do you believe in fate?"
Then he turned to Snape, "Severus, what about you? Do you believe in fate too?"
However, Lockhart was met with silence.
He seemed to have asked the wrong people. The two people in front of him were precisely those who had been cruelly tormented by fate, looking pitiful with unspeakable bitterness in their eyes.
"..."
Lockhart was somewhat helpless.
He wasn't just bringing these things up with Lao Deng out of boredom. He clearly realized that because of his time travel, he longed to demonstrate his existence and exert influence, and the "original work" was no longer the "original work."
So, can Harry really kill Voldemort?
Anyway, he couldn't say he was 100% sure, since in the original story Harry didn't win because of his strength, but because of a bunch of protagonist halos.
That's just too unconvincing for him.
He was also afraid of Voldemort, that old bastard. Now, he had accidentally kicked Voldemort's bushes and kicked the guy out, which meant he had really offended him.
At this point, it's better to trust your own wand than Professor Trelawney's prophecy.
Of course, he was also counting on Dumbledore, who was even more powerful than Voldemort. Old Dumbledore, don't be so down! Stop thinking about going to the Land of the Dead to find your sister and have some grand adventure! You need to pull yourself together!
You're only 111 years old, still quite young for a wizard, like the rising sun—you should be more energetic!
You should be like me and believe in your own abilities rather than fate.
If all else fails, you should at least try to raise Harry Potter properly.
This laissez-faire approach, which relies solely on accumulating hatred and inciting conflict, is not enough.
We can't wait until we encounter Dementors to start teaching the Patronus Charm, or wait until we discover Voldemort can spy on Harry's thoughts to teach him Occlumency. Besides, this haphazard approach isn't systematic at all.
Dumbledore remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Harry went on his adventures with you during the Christmas holidays; he certainly deserves some training."
Snape, standing nearby, clearly disagreed and grew anxious. Who knew where the Dark Lord was lurking? What if he suddenly appeared...?
"Dumbledore!" His voice was urgent.
Old Deng looked up at him, nodded, and said, "Severus, if you're worried, you can come along too."
That's settled then.
Dumbledore's decision was beyond question.
Snape approached with a complicated expression and reported on the situation of the patrol in the school. In short, they found nothing.
They did mention Arthur Weasley's flying car.
Regarding the Lady in the Car, Lockhart just mentioned it when he was telling Dumbledore about the detailed encounter with Voldemort, so Dumbledore clearly had something planned.
"I'll have Mr. Filch help clear out the rooftop observatory near the Quidditch pitch for Ms. Car's temporary use."
Dumbledore thought for a moment, then said to Lockhart, "I'll talk to Arthur about the ownership of this car."
Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he quickly promised that he could compensate Arthur with some Galleons if necessary, or provide him with a brand-new Muggle sports car or helicopter; money was the last thing he needed right now.
This is clearly a minor matter.
Dumbledore interlaced his fingers, lost in thought, clearly not without his own thoughts on Professor Lockhart's earlier statement, "If I can escape the prophecy, can't Voldemort really?"
Lockhart and Snape exchanged a glance, then left the classroom together without disturbing the pensive old man.
Old S was clearly somewhat exasperated by Lockhart's ability to cause trouble. After walking out, he looked at Lockhart, who was smiling broadly and carefree because he was going to get formal ownership of a flying car, and sighed.
But he clearly underestimated Lockhart.
Lockhart's ability to cause trouble is clearly not limited to this.
Ginny's best friend, Mr. Tom Riddle, also expressed shock at this.
"What?!?"
Ginny had never seen such scribbled handwriting in a diary, as if Mr. Diary was horrified by the news of his casual conversation.
She was startled by the jagged handwriting that appeared on the pages of her diary. She patted her chest, looked at her other roommates to make sure no one was paying attention to her, and continued writing in her diary.
—Yes, I think I heard correctly.
Professor Lockhart has decided to open the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts for an adventure, and registration is now open. It's said that participants will need to form their own adventure teams, regardless of whether they are from a higher or lower grade; anyone can form a team.
—But don't worry, our Duel Club will form its own team to fight the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets. I won't be separated from Harry…
I'm not worried at all!
No, it should be that I don't care at all!
Tom Riddle in his diary was stunned!
He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what was going on.
Professor Lockhart, open the secret room?
Do you even know who the true successor to Slytherin is?
I, Tom Riddle, am a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, from House Gaunt, one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Pure-Blood Families!
How did Lockhart manage to open the secret room?