Professor Flitwick's face turned red as he looked at the torn picture book not suitable for children on the ground. He looked around and tried not to look at it, while Professor McGonagall directly covered Bree's eyes and said angrily: "Lockhart!"

"What are you doing? Look at your office. I can't believe it. I never thought you would do such a thing in the office!"

"This is what you call a magical mishap!"

Professor McGonagall hurriedly pulled Bree out.

"I will make it clear to Dumbledore. No matter what tricks you are playing, you cannot do anything outrageous in the sacred Hogwarts."

Touching Brie's hair, Mag said softly: "Forget what happened tonight. Those things are not something you should be exposed to at your age."

Bree touched his nose. He didn't expect Professor Lockhart to play so wildly, but how could he make the office like this by himself?

Professor Flitwick sniffed, and when he lowered his head, he discovered the source, which was a letter.

Smells like shit?

Lockhart caught Flitwick's gaze and immediately rushed forward and snatched the letter into his arms.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick stared at Lockhart and the letter with suspicion, but they didn't want to look at it at all.

Bree saw that the atmosphere had solidified, and he wanted to leave quickly. This room smelled of both feces and perfume. It was really disgusting.

"Professor, can I go take a rest first? There will be curfew in a while."
Chapter completed!