Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

As a servant and a tool to get things done, it is undoubtedly quite reliable.

so...

"It may be carrying out a mission in the conspiracy of the pure-blood family."

"And today, Malfoy and his son and Anos Dohorov brought it out, perhaps to the location of that mission."

"But unfortunately, the pureblood families have made a mistake again - that house-elf is obviously very special."

Ryan certainly understood this.

That elf was interesting—it was the Malfoy family's house-elf, but it was clearly not loyal to its master.

He would even take it upon himself to warn Harry about the dangers at school next school year.

Even among the many house-elves Ryan had seen, this one was unique.

"Did he specify any danger?"

So at this moment, Ryan also asked softly.

"No, it couldn't say too much at the time, otherwise it would bang its head against the cabinet - that would be noisy and could easily cause trouble..."

Harry, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed.

In fact, he was also very confused at the time, so he didn't listen to what the elf named Dobby said at all.

He only vaguely remembered it.

"It seems to say that there is something in the castle, and there is danger in entering the castle through it."

After hearing this, Ryan frowned.

This statement is undoubtedly a bit too simple, and it contains too many possibilities.

but...

"Let danger into the castle?"

Ryan thought of the special magical restrictions at Hogwarts—the ones that prevented most dangers from entering the castle through normal means.

so...

"Complete a certain plot, and then danger can enter the castle."

"Sounds like the Purebloods are planning to build a secret passage?"

Ryan muttered.

He thought about it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't come up with any reasonable guess.

"What was the elf's name? Did he tell you?"

"Oh, I do remember this one—it's called Dobby."

After asking this question, Ryan silently memorized the house-elf named Dobby.

Then...

"By the way, Harry—how did you get out of Knockturn Alley?"

Ryan looked at Harry curiously.

"Uh... I ran into a small alley, and then turned left and right and successfully found the exit..."

Harry hesitated.

"Oh..."

Ryan, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Harry.

Then...

"Excuse me, but you haven't seen Sirius during the summer vacation, have you?"

"Huh? Uh...who?"

"Sirius—your godfather."

"Oh...oh...of course not!"

Harry's voice trembled even more.

But then, Ryan looked at him deeply and said, "Okay."

He didn't say much, just waved his hand. "That's true—it's said that old Barty Crouch is going to set up all kinds of magical tricks in the castle next school year... He probably won't show up casually after escaping prison."

"Yes... yes."

Then Harry's expression became tense.

But it was at this time...

"Mr. Elias, oh—and you...you are Harry Potter!?"

Harry and Ryan both heard exclamations from the crowd ahead.

Then, they saw a handsome blond wizard wearing a rather conspicuous lilac wizard robe walking towards them.

"Uh..."

Harry didn't recognize the other person and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

But Ryan naturally recognized the wizard at a glance: "Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"Oh! Yes, of course it's me—I've been waiting here for you for a long time, Ryan!"

Lockhart changed the address quite naturally.

He walked up to Harry and Ryan, stretched out his hand, and patted their shoulders affectionately - this made Friday, who had been lying on Ryan's shoulder, look up at him with some annoyance and meow.

"Oh, what a cute little thing..."

But Lockhart naturally touched Friday's cat head, which made the white cat open its eyes in confusion.

"Um, Mr. Lockhart...you said you'd wait for me here?"

But Ryan was a little confused at this moment.

He thought this sounded a bit strange, as if he and Lockhart had known each other for a long time and even made an appointment to meet here.

"Yes—of course!"

Lockhart naturally took over the conversation: "I wrote you a letter last year, you must have read it... You must know that today is my book signing event..."

At this point, he gently took out his wand and pointed it behind him: "New books are flying!"

Then...

"Oh!"

"what!"

Accompanied by some exclamations from the crowd and the sound of collisions, a book flew tremblingly into Lockhart's hands.

"My new book - Exploring Ancient Ruins with the Forest Elves."

Lockhart raised his voice.

"As I wrote, since you've come to this appointment, I'll give this masterpiece to you—and your friends—for free!"

"I can guarantee that this is worth your visit today... The adventures in the book are definitely worth savoring. Even the 'Heir of Hufflepuff' will surely be impressed by it."

While promoting his new book, he took out a feather pen and signed his name on the book with a flourish.

"Uh..."

From beginning to end, Ryan was surprised to find that Lockhart didn't give him any room to speak.

Did this great writer write to him?

That's possible - he did have a lot of letters last term, but Filch had mostly dealt with them.

So Ryan didn't feel comfortable saying that he hadn't even read the letter.

But here’s the thing…

"His flying spell..."

Ryan looked at the wand in the other person's hand and the flying spell just now.

He could tell whether a spell was good or bad - the Spell Lockhart had cast just now was weak in power and the spell configuration was extremely unstable.

To put it bluntly, a little wizard in the fourth grade who has just learned the Flying Spell is probably at this level.

This level of spell does not match Ryan’s impression of the adventurer who had experienced countless wonderful adventures!

However, he obviously didn't have time to think about it.

Because at this moment, Lockhart had already handed the second book to Harry.

Then, he asked Julius, a clerk at Flourish and Blotts, to distribute the remaining new books to the Weasleys and the Grangers.

At the same time, he put his arms around Harry and Ryan's shoulders and stood between them.

"Come, this is such a surprising meeting today—we must keep something to remember it by."

Amid the excited shouts of the onlookers around him, he smiled perfectly, welcoming the flashes of countless reporters.

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This made Ryan and Harry feel even more confused.

But it is at this moment...

"Mr. Lockhart - were you and Ryan Elias acquainted before?"

Ryan and Harry both heard a reporter's question in the crowd.

"Oh, of course not... This is the first time Ryan and I have actually met, but we've known each other for a long time - I've written him letters, and as you saw, he came to my book signing today."

Lockhart's answer was flawless, but Ryan found it increasingly strange the more he listened.

Because no matter how you look at it, Lockhart's words seemed to imply that he and Ryan had exchanged letters and had made an appointment to meet today!

"But you seem very close... perhaps you're willing to admit that you knew about what Mr. Elias did in Diagon Alley today?"

The reporter continued to ask.