Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Mo Bai who was walking back was still thinking about what happened just now.

Tom Riddle is Voldemort?

Is that the Dark Lord who made trouble in England and was finally killed by baby Harry?

Mo Bai looked at the notebook in his hand, there was still a strand of the Dark Lord's soul in it.

In other words, the Dark Lord might not be dead yet?
more and more interesting.

He tossed and caught the notebook in his hand.

After satisfying his curiosity, he was about to get down to business.

For example, talk to the previous owner of the notebook.

Just as he was on his way to Lockhart's office, he felt a stabbing pain in his left eye.

The pupils turned white quickly, and a broken picture appeared in his mind.

It was at the door of the women's bathroom on the fifth floor. The door was slightly opened, and the sound of rummaging for things could be heard inside.

The picture flashed by, and the black pupils returned to black.

The stabbing pain in his left eye dissipated, but the pain at that moment also made his forehead sweat slightly.

Mo Bai wiped off his sweat and pouted.

The old man is still so ineffective.

Few people know that the Dark Lord Grindelwald has the gift of prophecy.

And this kind of talent is innate, and it stands to reason that there is no way to teach it to others.

However, in order to let Mo Bai have the "power to protect himself" after he came out, Grindelwald actually managed to condense his own prophecy magic power into a "seed" and planted it in Mo Bai's left eye.

The price was that he lost the ability to predict forever.

But after all, it's not his own magic power. Mo Bai can't take the initiative to activate the prophecy ability now, and there will be this "timely and sometimes ineffective" effect, and the effect is also very weak. It can only give him a vague picture or a general direction.

And when the ability is activated, because it repels its own magic power, it will produce a severe tingling sensation.

He was at the corner of the fifth floor with Hermione before, and it was he who inexplicably activated this ability. He had a premonition that he might find something in the women's bathroom, so he found the notebook.

Just now he used this ability to see someone looking for something in the women's bathroom, and he knew who it was without thinking.

He squinted his eyes and walked towards the castle.

Lockhart is very nervous now. The Hogwarts life he envisioned should be a high-spirited life, enjoying the attention of students and the retreat of his peers, instead of being looked at by people looking at him like a clown everywhere he goes.

But the worst thing started from the day a month ago.

That day, when he walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the students who came out together looked at him strangely.

In this class, he originally wanted to use another kind of docile magical creature to wash away the shame of being stunned last time.

But...he failed again.

Moreover, this time it was his little teaching assistant who cleaned up the mess.

Walking in the corridor, Lockhart's handsome face twisted slightly.

It's that black ink again!He stole the limelight from himself again, causing him to look like a clown now.

Sooner or later, I will make a fool of you too!
At this moment, a notebook lying in the corridor attracted his attention. This old-looking notebook with a black cover seemed to have a magical power, which made him involuntarily go forward and pick it up.

It wouldn't be one of his admirers who wanted his autograph but was too shy to meet him.

It seems that he is still popular.

Lockhart was a little complacent, took out the signature pen he carried with him, and signed his name on the notebook with a big stroke of the pen.

Just as I was about to turn around and ask who it was, I suddenly found that the handwriting on the paper was gradually disappearing.

It might be a magic item, he realized.

What shocked him even more was the words that emerged from the paper.

【I know your distress, I can help you. 】

Lockhart hesitated and wrote something on the paper.

[How can you help me? 】

[I can make you stronger, and I can also give you unparalleled support, so that you can sit on the highest glory. 】

At this moment, Lockhart felt that he was the chosen one, like the protagonist of those novels who got a treasure by chance and lived a smooth life.

【How to do it? 】

That afternoon, he seemed to have a dream. In the dream, he drove a big snake, chasing Mo Bai to flee, and even turned him into a cloud of black smoke.

After waking up, he thought that he was thinking about it day and night, and he still felt very happy in his heart.

However, after going to the auditorium for dinner, he saw the petrified cat, and he felt faintly uneasy.

However, the excellent acting skills he usually practiced successfully allowed him to hide his strange expression.

As time went by, his bizarre dreams became more and more common.

Every time he drove the big snake, wandering in Hogwarts at night.

He also dreamed of Dumbledore several times, the headmaster seemed to be patrolling the castle.

It's just that he was hiding in the dark at that time, and when he saw this, he retreated back secretly.

However, the notebook will really teach him a lot of useful magic skills, which will really improve his strength.

Although he lost to Mo Bai again in the fighting club, he felt that he was the protagonist at this time, and when he achieved great success in the future, he would make those who looked down on him kneel down at his feet!
That day, he successfully attacked an innocent little wizard in his dream.

But the next day, the little wizard was really found petrified in the corridor, and he felt something was wrong.

Those dreams don't seem to be dreams.

It was too late when he realized that the notebook was manipulating him to attack the little wizard.

He could only helplessly watch himself having "dreams" one after another. Fortunately, recently, Principal Dumbledore seemed to have noticed that something was wrong. Come back with success.

In a "dream", he wanted to open the secret room again and release the monster.

Finally, relying on what little conscience he had and the powerful spiritual power of "Master of All Forgetfulness", he managed to get rid of the dream for a moment, and threw the notebook in his hand far into the compartment near the door of the secret room.

Finally, he woke up. He stared blankly at the surroundings, and then fled from the entrance of the secret room in a panic.

The women's bathroom on the fifth floor that had been abandoned for a long time.

Although he got rid of the control of the notebook, he still feels uneasy every day.

What if someone found the notebook, would they think of him?
What if someone finds out that he was the one who attacked the students?
Not only will his reputation be ruined, but he will also be imprisoned in that horrible place of Azkaban!

no!can not be like this.

After being tormented in his heart for a few days, he rushed back to the scene of the crime, wanting to retrieve the notebook, and hide it more secretly, the kind that no one will find.

But what broke his heart and gallbladder was that the notebook was gone.

With a guilty conscience, he instantly had countless guesses.

Was picked up?Could it be that he has been found.

Didn't he throw himself into a trap when he came?Have you settled your suspicions?

He didn't even look for it carefully, and fled the scene in a panic again.

In the office, he quickly packed his things, trying to escape Hogwarts overnight.

However, after he stuffed the wig on the table into the suitcase, the little man's luck came out again.

What if... someone didn't pick it up, but that damn ghost hid it?
Otherwise, someone would have come to arrest him by now, right?
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and he hurried to the bathroom again.

Along the way, he was in fear, but no one came to catch him, and even some students said hello to him.

The more he walks, the more confident he becomes, and the more he walks, the straighter his back becomes.

He is still the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!
He directly swaggered into the bathroom, looking for traces of the notebook as if patrolling.

And the appearance of a voice behind him instantly gave him goosebumps.

"Professor... are you looking for this?"

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The next day, Hermione and Harry Ron went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

She came with a worried expression on her face, and Harry comforted her, "Bai is so powerful, nothing will happen."

"But he didn't come back all night!"

The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched visibly, and Ron beside him said in a neutral tone.

"That guy has always been mysterious, don't worry, maybe he will appear alive and kicking in a while."

Hermione gave him an annoyed look.

At this time, a large group of people gathered in the corridor ahead, pointing at something in the middle.

The three of them got curious and moved over to watch the excitement.

When they squeezed to the front row without much effort, the pupils of the three constricted, and Hermione's eye circles instantly turned red.

Lying on the ground with her eyes closed, her skin was as pale as ink!