"Thank you Gilderoy." Albus said jovially, he turned and lead the group away from the rest of the curious students. Reluctantly Harry and Hermione waved to their friends to go, and followed the Headmaster, Professors and two Gryffindors. When they reached Lockhart’s classrooms, they watched in disgust as the portrait Lockhart’s hurried out of their frames, their hair in curlers. Harry couldn’t help but snigger at the real Lockhart’s blush and stammering. With just a flick of his wand Dumbledore enlarged a polished desk for them to gather around and placed Mrs Norris on the table to examine. Shrugging Harry sat down in a chair followed by Hermione and watched as Dumbledore waved his wand around the cat, murmuring to himself. Harry crinkled up his face as Dumbledore leant so far forward that his crooked nose was barely an inch from the dead cat.