Chapter 225 Arrest

Some students burst into laughter, and Michael couldn't help but be speechless——

"Professor Lockhart is truly the most courageous person I have ever met... I wonder if he will be able to breathe tomorrow morning."

"Professors wouldn't be so stingy. Everyone knew he was just joking," Padma said.

"Really?" Michael raised his eyebrows: "Why do I feel that Professor Snape may have a different view."

Several people turned around in unison, only to see the potions professor with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, staring at every student who looked at him with murderous eyes.

Poor Professor Flitwick covered his face with his hands and was almost under the table.

"Professor Flitwick is so unlucky!" Michael sympathized from the bottom of his heart.

Vader nodded silently and looked at Lockhart again.

"Professor Lockhart should be lucky. The current Hogwarts is the Hogwarts under Dumbledore's management."

Wade said: "In the past, he might have received more than two duel invitations by now."

Michael laughed: "Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young."

But soon, he stopped laughing.

Throughout the morning, the dwarves were sending greeting cards everywhere, and sometimes sang love songs while playing the piano. Coupled with their wrinkled faces and vicissitudes of voice, it was simply a large-scale social death scene.

Michael usually gets his way, but now he finally gets his comeuppance——

He received a total of eleven Valentine's Day cards in the morning. One of them was when Professor McGonagall was getting ready for class. A dwarf sang and danced and forcefully stuffed a pink greeting card into his pocket. In arms.

Michael's face turned red and he was completely afraid to look at the professor.

As for Padma, she was crossing her arms and looking at him coldly from the side.

Wade had no such worries. The Ignore Spell was equally effective on the dwarf. When he couldn't escape, he used the Confusion Spell to make the dwarf sing a love song to a tree for ten minutes.

The whole morning passed in such a mess. The students were not interested in class, and the professors were very angry because of the dwarves who broke into the classroom from time to time.

Only Professor Lockhart was so proud that he showed off in class that he had received fifty-seven cards.

During lunch, he arranged an even grander scene, with blooming roses spreading from the auditorium to the corridor.

Lockhart loudly said that he had received over a hundred greeting cards, secretly mocking those who had not received a single greeting card, and looked at Professor Snape deliberately.

He also pretended to be surprised and listened to a group of dwarves singing loudly poems written to him by fans.

The professors looked at him with boredom, except for his pink dolphin, which stood happily waddling on the table in front of Lockhart.

"Why not celebrate, kids?" Lockhart, who had had some wine, raised his glass and shouted, "This is the festival of love!"

"Bang!"

The door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open heavily, and several tall shadows were cast on the floor covered with petals.

Lockhart, who was about to drink, looked over in surprise and saw those people dressed like dark wizards, with black cloaks covering their faces.

The huge auditorium suddenly became silent. The students looked at these strangers in panic and subconsciously sought shelter from the professors.

At the teachers' table, Professor McGonagall, who had remained expressionless when Lockhart was speaking, stood up, faced the group of people, and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

She was not too nervous, because the castle's alarm and defense were not activated, which was enough to prove that these people were not intruders, but had the principal's permission.

"Sorry to interrupt your lunch, Professor McGonagall."

The leading man took off his hood, revealing a lion-like face, dark brown hair like a long mane, and sharp yellow eyes.

He strode forward, and the students in his way hurriedly dodged.

Professor McGonagall's tense expression suddenly relaxed a little, and an imperceptible smile appeared on her lips: "Scrimgeour?"

"It's me, Professor McGonagall." Scrimgeour lowered his head slightly and said, "I seem to have disturbed a romantic party... But I had to do this in order to arrest a bad criminal. I hope you can forgive me."

"Criminals?" Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "There are teachers and students here, how can there be any criminals?"

"Of course."

Scrimgeour turned and looked at Lockhart behind him. In the latter's nervous gaze, he said coldly:

"Gilderoy Lockhart, we have conclusive evidence that in order to steal your reputation, you illegally used powerful amnesia spells on several people, making their lives difficult and even forgetting their own names - you have been arrested, Come with us!"

"Merlin-"

Hermione groaned and covered her mouth in disbelief.

The students opened their mouths in shock, almost suspecting that they heard wrongly, and then they all looked at the dazzlingly pink professor.

Lockhart's face was pale at this moment, and the reflection of his pink clothes could not hide his panic. He looked at the people on the left and right helplessly, and defended feebly:

"No... you can't do this... you have no right to arrest me! I, I am a third-class medalist of the Order of Merlin!"

"Actually - I do!"

Scrimgeour limped over, and Lockhart stumbled back two steps, nearly falling over as he bumped into a chair.

The lion-like Auror looked down at him and said expressionlessly: "The arrest warrant has been issued. If you have any excuses, save them for the trial in the Wizengamot!"

Lockhart grabbed the wand and seemed to want to resist. But seeing the strong wizard, seeing his muscles that could not be covered by his wizard robe, and his right hand that always held the wand, and the Aurors in black cloaks behind him...

Lockhart struggled for a moment, and finally let go of the wand in frustration, allowing Scrimgeour to take his wand. At the same time, a rope flew out and tied Lockhart's hands.

"This, this is slander! It's persecution!"

When being pushed out by the Aurors, Lockhart was still trying to shout: "I will definitely sue you! I am innocent!"

The students and professors watched Lockhart being pushed out by the Aurors in silence. Except for a few admirers who still didn't want to believe it, most people were not surprised.

In the more than half a year of getting along, Lockhart's straw bag attributes have been exposed. In fact, some people had long doubted his legendary stories, but everyone thought he was an excellent novelist. Unexpectedly, even those stories were not made up by him.

Except for Professor McGonagall whispering a few words to Scrimgeour, the Aurors came and went in a hurry, and their actions were not hindered at all.

Lockhart was captured, and the atmosphere of Valentine's Day seemed to have disappeared. Teachers and students sat in the pink auditorium, and they felt that this day was particularly bizarre.

Only the dwarves seemed to be unaffected and continued to sing hoarse and unpleasant songs.

After a long time, the hall was filled with buzzing discussions.

Michael was happy for a while, and suddenly thought of something. He turned to look at Wade and said tangledly:

"Professor Quirrell taught for a whole year. Now Professor Lockhart has been captured, and there is still more than half of this semester... What about our Defense Against the Dark Arts course?"

Wade once again deeply felt that they were Ravenclaw.

At this time, only Ravenclaw students were worried about this problem... Oh, and there was also Hermione from Gryffindor.