Daphne was giggling between shots. "You've read his books. Look at all those amazing things he's done."
"Ha!" replied Harry.
"If he's this dangerous in other classes, especially with the Firsties, and I find out about it, I'm going to get him kicked out of this school one way or the other," said Harry firmly. "Kids could get hurt." Once they were sure they'd managed to stun all the little buggers, the three of them went around and collected up all their little bodies and stuffed them back inside the cage.
"Any more?" asked Daphne.
Harry and Tracey both shooks their heads while checking underneath things, just in case they were wrong.
Daphne closed and locked the cage and then hit it with the Enervate Charm, Renervate, waking them all up again.
Then the three used wide-area Repair Charms, Reparo, to set most of the classroom back to rights. Once done, they left, with Harry muttering something about useless peacocks.
"Come on," said Tracey. "The others are expecting us in our Room. They want to know how our first class with Lockhart went as they have him tomorrow afternoon."
Once in the Room, they saw Susan and Hannah talking with Neville and Hermione. Hermione had her class schedule on the table in front of her.
Walking up Harry looked down at Hermione's schedule and saw that the DADA lessons all had little hearts and sparkles around them.
"Oh, dear," said Harry.
Hermione, finally noticing Harry was leaning over the back of her chair gave a little "Eep!" sound before scooping up her schedule and stuffing it between the pages of a text book.
Harry sighed and walked around her chair to occupy another. "How did DADA go?" asked Neville.
"As expected," said Daphne. "Lockhart is a fraud."
"What?" gasped Hermione. "But - he can't be! He - He's written all these books..."
"Hermione," said Daphne, cutting the poor girl off before she had an anxiety attack or something.
"What?" gasped the girl.
"He's a fraud, Hermione," said Daphne as gently as she could. "Harry's right. He couldn't even control a bunch of Cornish pixies. He fled the room and left it to us three to clean them up and dump them into a cage."
"But - his books - he wrote..." tried Hermione again. "They're fiction, Hermione," said Harry. "Just like those books written about me. They're all - Wait a minute!"
"What is it, Harry?" asked Tracey.
"Roy E. Gild," replied Harry, smacking himself in the forehead. "The one who supposedly wrote most of those books about me. The author's name was supposedly Roy E. Gild; but, no one had even heard of him. And the publisher was keeping his yap shut.
"Hang on!" he said, reaching for and into his book bag. He drew out one of Lockhart's books and turned to the inside cover where the details of the book are always written. "Yeah, I thought so. It's the same publisher; Obscurus Books in Diagon Alley." "There's not that many wizarding world publishers in Britain, Harry. What's the big deal with this one?" asked Daphne.
"The name of the author of those fantasy works we've been trying to track down to sue? Roy E. Gild? What's the first name of our new DADA Professor - who also happens to have his books published through the same publisher - and has experience writing fiction to make it look like fact?"
"Gilderoy," said Hermione, before she gasped.
"Exactly," said Harry. "Roy E. Gild is Gilderoy. Lockhart's the - mongrel - we've been trying to find."
"But, there are witnesses to much of what Professor Lockhart wrote about," tried Hermione. "There's evidence." "That may be, Hermione," said Harry. "But there are also inconsistencies in the very books themselves that show them to be fiction."
"What? - But - Where?" she stuttered.
Harry sighed and pulled the books out of his bookbag. He then laid them out and started flicking through them. He stopped in one book and said to Hermione, "Here, read this about the dates, and where it supposedly occurred."
While Hermione was reading that, he picked up another and flicked through it until he landed on the right page. He held it open while Hermione read.
When she'd finished, Harry placed the next book on top of the one still in her hands and said, "Now read this one. Take note of the dates and where it was supposed to have occurred." Harry then reached for a third book and started flipping through it before he found the page he wanted.
She read through the section Harry had indicated in the second book and looked up at him in confusion. "But, that's not possible," she said.
"There's more," he calmly said, offering her the third book before taking the first two off her. "Read from the second paragraph on the left."
Then he pulled out a fourth book and flipped through it quickly finding the right page.
When Hermione looked up in further confusion, Harry offered her the fourth book and said, "Right hand page third paragraph." Bending her head to, once again, read, Hermione took note of what Harry had pointed out.
Finally, Harry pulled out his copy of Magical Me! and started flipping through it. He found the first of what he wanted and, as Hermione looked up, almost in tears, handed her the book and said, "Left hand page, first paragraph."
Hermione read through it. When she looked up, he said, "Page 48, second paragraph."
Hermione quickly flipped through the book until she found the right paragraph; and read that and the next few.
When she finished, she didn't look up only lowering the book to her lap - and quietly said, "He lied. Over and over again, he lied." Harry then reached out and took the book from her loose fingers, closing it and placing the lot back on the table. "Yes. He lied. There are also others, but those are the main points. I daresay those feats in his books were accomplished. But not by him."
"No," said a quite sad Hermione. "He couldn't have been in two places at once. Once may have been a publishing error, but not more than once, and over and over again.
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