bioinnovel Chapter 100 Personality Correction
Chapter 100 Personality Correction
Chapter 100 Personality Correction
Gilderoy Lockhart's office was like a photo studio, with photos and portraits of himself everywhere—on the walls, on the desks, on the cabinets, everywhere.
The Lockharts in the photos and portraits first hurriedly hid, but after a while they reappeared in sight, all grinning with their big teeth showing.
The entire office was enveloped in rows of gleaming teeth, making even the faint candlelight appear brighter.
Dumbledore placed Mrs. Lawrence on the table and began to examine her closely. His crooked, long nose almost touched the hair on Mrs. Lawrence's body, and his slender fingers poked here and there.
Professor McGonagall was bent over, very close, her eyes narrowed to slits like a cat's. Snape was hidden in the shadows.
He appeared both sinister and unfathomable, his sallow complexion expressionless, as if he were plotting something sinister.
Belvina and Bassheda whispered to each other in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked nervous, exchanging glances. They didn't know how the professors would handle the situation. Only Gilderoy Lockhart seemed very excited, his demeanor completely out of place with the others. He tried his best to suppress his laughter, which made his expression look very strange.
"It must have been a curse that killed it," Lockhart said, seemingly oblivious to Belvina's earlier assessment, or perhaps he had heard it but didn't care.
"It's very likely a transfiguration torture spell. I've seen others use this spell many times," Lockhart continued. "It's a pity I wasn't there at the time. I happened to know the way to break the spell, and I could have saved it. The charlatan Lockhart terrified poor old Filch. The caretaker slumped in his chair, covering his face with his hands, looking more heartbroken than if his wife had died."
"Stop lying, Mrs. Lorris isn't dead at all," Bassheda said, displeased. The kind-hearted woman couldn't bear to see Filch saddened, nor did she want to see Lockhart continue his tirade.
Dumbledore was still studying the cat, poking and tapping it with his rather strange wand, and muttering something from time to time. He was probably trying to use magic to restore Mrs. Lorris.
"How could he not be dead!" Lockhart said firmly. "Professor Bablin, please forgive me. If you've read my autobiography, you'll know that a series of similar attacks occurred in Vagadougou, and it was I—Gidero Lockhart—who perfectly resolved them!"
Lockhart was boasting about himself, and the photos and portraits on the wall all nodded in agreement.
"Then why don't you solve Mrs. Lorris's problem, great Gilderoy Lockhart!" Bassheda said. "Besides standing there talking, can you do anything practical, even just pour everyone a cup of tea!"
"One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." How bad could someone who can get along with Belvina be in terms of words?
Basilda is sometimes socially anxious, sometimes socially anxious; her mouth is in a Schrödinger-like, mysterious state, and she herself doesn't even know what state it is in before she opens her mouth.
"Didn't I tell you? It's already dead. How can you save it if it's dead?" Lockhart remained steadfast, and perhaps it was this unwavering belief that made him a bestselling author.
Bassheda scoffed, saying dismissively, "If you can't save them, shut your mouth. What are you showing off for? Professor Dumbledore is right here, why are you making a spectacle of yourself? You're being ridiculous. Do the people of Vagadug even know you can't handle Cornish elves?"
Bassheda's sudden outburst caught everyone off guard; even Filch momentarily forgot to cry and sat there in a daze.
The other people in the office had different expressions. Harry, his two friends, managed a forced smile, their sympathy for Mrs. Lorris and their own tension overshadowed by the rest of their emotions.
Professor McGonagall glanced at her in surprise, then turned her gaze to the silent Belvina. It must be the mischievous Belvina who had corrupted the well-behaved Bassheda.
Hidden in the shadows, Snape remained expressionless, his gaze subtly fixed on Harry, as if he were worried.
At this point, Dumbledore, who had been pondering for a while, finally spoke, saying, "Belvina and Bathsheda are right."
It didn't die, Argus. Mrs. Lorris was petrified.
With Dumbledore's approval, Lockhart, who had been recounting his achievements, fell silent for a moment. However, he quickly recovered and said, "Ah, I think so too! Petrification, absolutely!"
Gilderoy Lockhart's shamelessness is unprecedented. If Belvina and Basilda weren't witches, they would have spat a thick wad of phlegm in his face.
Argus Filch has once again pinpointed the unfortunate Harry Potter, stubbornly believing that Harry is the murderer of Mrs. Norris. Although everyone is annoyed by Filch's unreasonable behavior, no one will bother arguing with the temporarily irrational warden.
"It's impossible for a second-year student to do that," Dumbledore said firmly. "It requires the most advanced Dark Magic."
Dumbledore paused abruptly, then continued, "Belvina, please check again, and Severus, you come and take a look too."
In the current state of Hogwarts, the two people most skilled in (understanding) dark magic are none other than Black, a pure-blood wizard, and a master of spells before joining the Death Eaters.
Belvina and Snape stepped forward, exchanged a disgusted look, and stood on either side of the desk, each examining the petrified Mrs. Lorris.
At this point, Mr. Filch, who had lost his mind, began to reveal that he was a Squib. Although many people had suspected that he was a Squib, and no one had ever seen the administrator use magic, there had never been any evidence.
Aside from their inability to use magic, Squibs are very similar to wizards; they can see ghosts and Dementors. "I didn't touch Mrs. Norris!" Harry exclaimed, realizing with unease that everyone was watching him, including all the Lockharts on the wall. "I don't even know what a Squib is."
Snape, who was examining the cat, suddenly interrupted, saying, "Excuse me, Headmaster, perhaps Potter and his friends simply shouldn't have been there at that time, but why he wasn't at the party, and why he just happened to be in the corridor, is highly suspicious—"
Belvina looked up with slight surprise. It wasn't that she thought Snape was making excuses for someone, but she was just wondering why Snape was starting to beat around the bush. Shouldn't he have just deducted points and put her in solitary confinement, or even suggested expulsion?
The anxious trio of students took turns arguing, saying they were going to attend the anniversary party for Nick, who had almost lost his head.
However, Snape was not about to let them off so easily. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall stepped in to protect Harry and his two companions, which saved them from a disaster and prevented the Gryffindor team from losing their Seeker.
"Well," said Dumbledore, "have you discovered anything, Severus?"
“No,” Snape said. “Obviously, it was petrified and wasn’t hit on the head by the flying broom.” As he spoke, he looked at Professor McGonagall, the heir apparent.
"And you, Belvina," Dumbledore said, turning to Belvina, "have you discovered anything?"
Belvina straightened up and said, "I'll say it again, this couldn't possibly have been done by a second-year student, it might not even have been done by a human. Professor, I think you understand what I mean."
Dumbledore's face darkened. From the moment he saw the words on the wall, he had a bad feeling that the Chamber of Secrets might have been opened again.
"What about my cat?" Filch shouted, even angrier than Snape in his impotent rage. "I want to see someone punished!" he shrieked, his eyes bulging and bulging.
"We can cure it," Dumbledore said patiently. "Once the mandrake planted by Pomona matures, Lady Norris will be healthy and full of energy again—"
Gilderoy Lockhart, ever the troublemaker, interrupted, "I'll make it. I've made it at least a hundred times."
I can concoct mandrake resurrection potions while dreaming.
"Excuse me," Snape said coldly, "I believe I am the Potions teacher at this school."
An awkward silence followed.
After a moment of silence, Belvina stood in front of Lockhart, her smile as warm as a spring breeze. She raised her arms high and then slapped them one by one!
A resounding slap landed on Lockhart's face, stunning him completely. He stood there dumbfounded, leaning against the wall, at a loss, forgetting to wipe the blood from his nose.
A furious Belvina waved her hand and said coldly, "Shut your mouth, Lockhart, next time it won't just be a slap."
Bassheda immediately stepped forward, pulling Belvina back with one hand and shoving the other into her robe pocket as a precaution. Everyone knew what she was holding in that pocket.
Silence fell over the office again.
The stern Professor McGonagall made no comment on the beating of her colleague.
Snape raised an eyebrow, seemingly feeling that one slap wasn't enough and that he should use both hands. He found Belvina somewhat pleasing to the eye once again.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances again. They had witnessed how Professor Black dealt with the trolls—it was brutal. Harry especially remembered how Professor Black stood in front of him; it was the first time he had felt the power of a wizard.
As for Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore, he seemed completely unaware of what had just happened, patiently comforting the weeping Filch and telling him not to worry, that Mrs. Norris would be alright.
After a while, Dumbledore finally spoke, "You may leave now." He said this to Harry, the other two, and then looked at Belvina, saying, "Could you please take them back? It's on your way."
The Muggle Studies classroom is on the fifth floor, and the Gryffindor tower entrance is on the seventh floor, so it's conveniently located.
It was obvious that Dumbledore was biased towards Belvina, failing to address her assault on a colleague and using the excuse of sending students home to rest to get Belvina to leave early.
Whether the personality correction has been effective remains to be seen, but the world where Gilderoy Lockhart was injured has been achieved.