When Felix returned to the castle, he had a satisfied smile on his face.

As many professors join, their duel courses are getting stronger and stronger. Perhaps, can you bring other professors in to have fun in the future?

Especially in the afternoon, when he received a text message from the owl's "Baixian"-

"Dear Felix Happ, my award ceremony is tentatively scheduled for 10:00 a.m. on February 4 (Saturday), located in Room 3, 2nd Floor, Ministry of Magic (to the left side of the Wisengamo Things Office). I sincerely invite you to watch - Mockles Belby"

Felix wrote a reply and predicted the time in his heart that there was about half a month left.

In the evening, Felix finished tutoring the magical literacy class for Hermione Granger, and he handed the little witch a glass of pumpkin juice.

Generally speaking, after the magic literature class, your assistant will stay in the office for more than ten minutes. On the one hand, it will relieve the fatigue in the thinking room, and on the other hand, it will also talk about some interesting topics or answer some questions.

Today, they mentioned Professor Gidro Lohart.

Hermione held the cup and asked, "Professor, what do you think of Lockhart?"

"What do you think?"

"It's just his opinion of himself, teaching, writing books, etc...."

Felix glanced at Hermione. His assistant had been on duty for half a year. He knew some of her speaking habits very well. In front of him was a way for her to get information.

"Professor Lockhart is a very talkative person and has a strong desire to express himself, which is different from me, even though we are both writers."

Hermione asked, "Then how did you judge his books? You should have read his books?"

“I did see it,” Felix said. “It’s not very useful to me, but for students, those ways to deal with and discover dangers are of great value.”

"In fact, I appreciate his approach to integrating knowledge into stories, and maybe I will imitate it in the future." Felix looked at Hermione with interest, and her eyebrows frowned.

"But-" she said hesitantly, "Don't you think the books he wrote are completely different from what he did in class, with a strong sense of tearing?"

"Maybe," Felix judged without a doubt, "It is obvious that there are fiction and ambiguity in his books, but we can only accuse him of his personal morality. At least he still looked up a lot of information when he wrote the books."

"But if," Hermione said nervously, a thin layer of sweat drenched on her face, "what if his story was stolen from the heads of others?"

The office was quiet for a few seconds-

"This is a serious allegation, Miss Granger, if your statement is true, the person who does this behavior will be locked up in Azkaban," Felix said seriously.

"Granger, I need evidence."

Hermione trembled and took out a stack of wrinkled parchment from her wizard's robe.

"This is...this is what we found from Professor Lockhart's office." She said with difficulty, Ron was doing it, but she and Harry decided unanimously that the blame could not be put on Ron alone.

Felix looked at her in surprise. He understood why his assistant was assigned to Gryffindor. This was a restless and irritable witch.

The kind who breaks into the professor's office whenever he has a disagreement.

Thinking of this, every time I leave the office, I have a foresight to arrange the binding vines at the door.

He looked through the information and the name on it made him pay special attention to it, "Records of the visit of the old wizard in Armenia (Note: Werewolf Adventure)."

"Why are there two kinds of handwriting?" He first roughly looked through it and soon realized the problem.

There are more than twenty pages of parchment in total, most of which are neat handwriting by Hermione himself, and only three pages are another type of handwriting.

"We, I..." Hermione swallowed and asked her to tell herself how she violated the school rules. It was really hard to say.

"Speak slowly, I'm listening," Felix said.

"This is the thing. Ron was in a confinement in Lockhart's office, which was the punishment of copying a fan letter. He found a secret information and secretly brought back three pages. From the content of these three pages of information, we judged that Lockhart's book might not be his own personal experience, but stole the stories of others."

"We decided to collect evidence secretly and investigate the truth."

Felix listened calmly.

“——In the next week, Ron took advantage of the opportunity to confine himself to continuously extract some of the information.”

Felix was surprised by the boldness of these people, "Then he was not discovered by Lockhart?" Could Professor Lockhart be a fool, right?

"Lohart is in a bad state recently, has a poor memory, and speaks in a mess. Moreover, after we get a few pages of information that day, we will quickly copy it down and return the manuscript the next day..."

"These three pages of manuscripts are what we think are more important, and are evidence of Lockhart stealing the story!"

Felix didn't know whether to applaud their careful arrangements or criticize them. He didn't listen to what he wanted them to learn with peace of mind.

He took out three pages of the original manuscript and recognized at a glance what was on it as a text recorded with a professional shorthand quill.

This type of shorthand quill is very distinctive. They usually record texts according to the owner's ideas, and will also distort, modify dialogues, add fuel to the air of expressions and action descriptions.

Felix has seen the amazing thing at Rita Skitter's house.

He looked at it seriously-

The crooked-mouthed wizard: My head hurts a little, as if a spoon is constantly digging in my head. What's wrong with me?

(Great) Adventurer: It's normal, come and have some juice, it's good for you.

The crooked-mouthed wizard drank the juice mixed with unknown potions in pain.

(Extraordinary) Adventurer: Let's continue to tell the story of werewolf. You have talked a lot in the bar these two days. Have you forgotten? I invited you a lot of wine. But I want to know more details... By the way, can I see your memories later? After all, a good woman cannot cook without rice, and readers need an immersive story.

The crooked-mouthed wizard: I don’t know, something is wrong, there is something wrong...

(Extraordinary) Adventurer: How could it be? Please look at me and I can help you.

The adventurer raised his wand.

Felix finished reading the three pages of parchment with a solemn expression. The matter was even more serious than he thought.

He figured out the general logic: Lockhart found the target in the tavern, he spent several days talking, or becoming friends with this unlucky guy, and then, either sneak attack or drugging, in short, he controlled the target.

Then Lockhart obtained the whole story with memory magic or something similar to the spitting agent.

"What do you want me to do?" Felix asked calmly.

"Of course it is to reveal his true face." Hermione said without hesitation.

"The things on the shorthand quill are not generally considered evidence, but," Felix smiled, "as long as he knows his behavior, things will be easy to solve."

"I will tell Principal Dumbledore that with his ability, he will handle it properly. If it really doesn't work, I can also take some less appropriate measures."

Hermione wanted to speak but stopped.

"Is there anything else?" Felix asked.
Chapter completed!