Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 121 You must tell Damon!
"Of course I dare! I can do it!"

The simplest form of provocation.

However, it is also the best method for Gryffindor.

Harry might not mind Damon stealing his thunder, but he was mostly happy for his friend's outstanding achievements and had little time to think about anything else, let alone be jealous.

But if he can resolve the controversy caused by Parsley's speech on his own, it might indirectly prove that he is no longer the same person he used to be? Damon might trust him a little more.

Will he one day be able to start learning Auror-related courses?
"Very good! Harry, so, the agreement is valid?"

Lockhart extended his hand to Harry, and at that moment, with his blond hair and cheerful smile, he exuded a unique charm.

Perhaps he really is a natural orator – “As expected of me, I can do anything very well.”

"Snapped."

Harry reached out and excitedly shook hands with Lockhart.

Although I wasted three hours today, it doesn't seem like I gained nothing at all.

As for Lockhart's strange behavior just now?

Harry thought he might be overly excited.

Perhaps for this "incompetent professor," having his limelight stolen is indeed unbearable.

Over the next few days, Harry had to reduce his visits to the Room of Requirement.

There was nothing he could do about it. Quidditch training was very demanding, and he didn't have much time to begin with. Plus, Lockhart would talk to him about the secrets of the Chamber of Secrets almost every day—although most of the time he was dealing with those annoying letters and Lockhart's boasting, "You can be like me someday," and "Once we've sorted this out, maybe they'll even set up a Harry Potter fan club for you. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

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Harry was speechless.

He just wanted to resolve the misunderstanding caused by Parsley's speech as soon as possible, and then get back to his normal life—studying hard every day, practicing spells, training Quidditch, occasionally participating in some activities, plus the upcoming Christmas. That was all he needed for life, and Harry was content.

His current life is a complete waste of time for him.

Harry would fight anyone who tried to ruin his life.

For example, Voldemort, or the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin. Based on the information Professor Lockhart shared with him, he discovered something terrifying—a horrific monster might be lurking within the Chamber of Secrets.
"Professor, we should stop. Since the monsters inside haven't appeared all these years, it means that as long as the secret chamber isn't opened, the monsters inside can't come out. We don't need to cause trouble."

"Get into trouble? I never expected you to think that way!"

“Great people don’t just solve problems that have already arisen; they also nip potential dangers in the bud, you understand, Harry!”
If we leave the secret of the locked room alone, yes, as you said, nothing will happen, but that's only temporary! If the monster inside isn't eliminated, one day it will be released for one reason or another, and then who will deal with it?
Have you thought about this question, Harry?

If Dumbledore is no longer at the school, and you and Master White have also graduated, who will deal with the monsters inside?

Or even if it could be resolved, would it be timely enough? Are you going to just stand by and watch a potential tragedy unfold?

Seemingly worried that the force wasn't enough, Lockhart revealed another secret:
"Do you know? The ghost of Moaning Myrtle in the washroom, she used to be a Hogwarts student, do you know how she died?"

"How did he die?"

"Hagrid the Giant! He kept some dangerous monster in the school, and that monster killed poor Myrtle, who was just passing by. From then on, the poor child spent her days weeping in the dark washroom!"

“Hagrid? No—!” “That’s right! You can go and ask him for confirmation! But Harry, before that, I want to hear your answer—tell me, are you going to leave the danger alone and watch tragedy unfold in the distant future?”

"I'll go find Hagrid to verify this, if what you're saying is the truth."

Harry's face turned deathly pale—Hagrid, the one who killed Hogwarts students? And it was Moaning Myrtle, the ghost they knew so well! Good heavens! How could this be?
Although Hagrid usually seems unreliable, but...
“Go ahead, Harry, but remember, this is our secret. You can’t tell anyone, understand?”

"Professor, I don't understand. If we really need to deal with that monster, why don't we just tell Professor Dumbledore and hand it over to him?"

"Why can't you understand!"

Lockhart went berserk again; he's been getting increasingly irritable lately.

"This matter can only be handled by you, the heir to the Chamber of Secrets of Slytherin, and by the great hero who resolved a series of calamities—me, do you understand?"

Sensing Harry's suspicion, Lockhart regretted exaggerating the situation.

Therefore, he must be more patient and persuasive.

“Harry, the Chamber of Secrets is a test and legacy left by Slytherin for its successors. Do you understand? If you are qualified to deal with it, the danger will be much less. We can solve it perfectly without any accidents, and there is no need to trouble Dumbledore.”

Do you know how busy he is? You can't even find him!
Are you really going to bother him with such a trivial matter? I'm afraid his reaction won't be very pleasant—he despises ambitious people. Do you want him to connect you with the heir to Slytherin?

He spoke rapidly, leaving Harry almost unable to think—he was already trembling with shock from Hagrid's situation.

"Alright, I understand, Professor. I need to go find Hagrid first, and I'll come back to you later."

Harry ran away in a panic.

"Remember, Harry, this is between the two of us!"

Lockhart stared at Harry's retreating figure with a sinister expression, completely unlike his usual self.

Harry fled Lockhart's office in a panic.

He ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, where he saw Hermione and the others who had just returned.

"What's wrong, Harry? You look terrible!" Hermione said with concern.

"Didn't you go write a reply to that good-for-nothing Professor Lockhart? Why did you write about yourself like this?"

"Something's happened, listen to me, Hagrid."

Harry, pale-faced, recounted everything about Hagrid in one breath.

"Wait a minute, how does Professor Lockhart know all this? And why would he tell you this?"

Ron was astonished by what Harry said, but Hermione immediately raised doubts.

Harry stammered, unsure how to hide his embarrassment, but finally steeled himself and told the whole truth.

"Oh my god! Harry, you have to tell Damon about this!"

(End of this chapter)