Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 10 Something is wrong with this lady

Hearing the violent steam eruption of the Hogwarts Express, Mrs. Weasley hurriedly helped push Ginny's luggage towards the carriage.

As for Ron who couldn't find him suddenly?God, Ginny's matter is the most important thing now, who has the time to find him!

Seeing Mrs. Weasley and others hurried away, Hardy continued to remind the little wizards passing by not to get hurt.

"Aha! You are the partner that Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned to me, is it called O...Ollie or Olivan..."

Suddenly, a man walked towards Hardy. He thought hard, as if he was recalling Hardy's last name carefully.

"Ollivander... Hardy Ollivander."

Looking at the man in the Hogwarts professor's robe who suddenly appeared in front of him, Hardy raised his brows slightly and reminded him aloud.

"Yes, Ollivander, that's the name Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned to me."

With a look of pride on his face, the man saluted Hardy slightly apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I've been staying up late every day preparing my latest novel recently, and my memory isn't very good."

The other party squeezed out a sad look like magic, and complained: "You may not understand how disturbing it is to be surrounded by letters from readers all over the UK every day."

As soon as the man came up, he vomited bitterness to Hardy. After a while, he remembered to report to the family: "Oh, by the way, my name is Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart added: "That's right, Professor Ollivander, you don't have to be surprised, I am the famous best-selling novelist, the London typewriter!"

Lockhart boasted: "I'm really ashamed. Speaking of which, these are false names. I just wrote "Break with the Female Ghost", "Swimming with Ghouls", "Holidays with Hags", "Wandering with Werewolves" ", "I Know Magic" and other few works."

"Shh!"

Before Hardy could react, Lockhart suddenly raised a finger in front of his lips: "I know you must be so excited that you are about to pass out, and I also know what you want to say."

"That's right, I can't hide anything from you. Yes, I'm indeed a recipient of the Order of Merlin Third Class, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a five-time winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from Wizards Weekly."

Hardy: "..."

This is speechless.

If Hardy's heart can be described in any way at this time, it must be like this:
m9(｀д)!!!!
"Professor Lockhart, it's a pleasure to meet you. Today our task is to ensure the safety of the little wizards. Maybe we need to do a good job of observation and vigilance separately."

The translation of Hardy's words is "Professor Lockhart, please stay away from me for a while?"

If you need to translate and translate again, it will be one word.

roll.

"Aha! Separate observation and vigilance! What a good suggestion!"

Lockhart took out a palm-sized parchment booklet from the professor's robe, waved his wand and let a quill write down.

"Separate observation and vigilance... Great, your words have inspired my mind. A cunning and suspicious London robber is running around in my mind, it is so vivid!"

Hardy's throat rolled, and he almost subconsciously showed the beautiful language from the mysterious East, but he was stopped by reason.

Seeing more and more young wizards running on the platform because the Hogwarts Express train was about to leave, Hardy walked towards the train carriage from the broken load-bearing column.

"Take it easy everyone, pushing and shoving won't make your first day at Hogwarts any better."

"Yes, no."

Lockhart agreed, following Hardy as he moved, but his eyes were fixed on the contents of the booklet.

"Please go directly to my right in the ninth compartment, and the same is true for the tenth compartment. I believe you will not make a mistake."

Hardy began to channel the crowd.

"Yes, on the right."

Lockhart nodded.

"Future famous witch, your backpack has been dropped."

Hardy cast the Flying Curse, grabbed a backpack that was almost trampled on by someone, turned around and handed it to a blond girl who stopped in the opposite direction.

"That's right, it fell... it fell..."

Lockhart muttered absently.

"Thank you, Mr. Professor."

The blond girl took the backpack, bit her lip and looked at Hardy, her eyes sparkling.

She took another girl and trotted quickly to the entrance of the carriage, looked back at Hardy again, and then glanced at Lockhart behind Hardy.

"Is there something wrong with that guy's brain?"

The blond girl turned around, boarded the carriage, and whispered about Lockhart to the girl beside her.

At this time.

"Ugh-"

A stream of two-meter-long scalding steam spewed out from the jet-black chimney of the locomotive, and the sound was roaring, as if the entire ground was trembling at this moment.

The Hogwarts Express train departed as scheduled, full of happy little wizards, and officially started the magical journey to Hogwarts.

This is just the first train today, and there will be a second and third train later.

The latter two trains are mainly arranged to prevent some confused little wizards from missing the departure time, and such situations are not uncommon every year.

Seeing the train go away, Lockhart sighed: "The world is finally quiet."

He looked at Hardy beside him, and asked with concern: "Professor Ollivander, you must be very uncomfortable with such noisy occasions, right?"

"It's not like me, every year there is a round of new book launches."

Hardy chose to ignore Lockhart at first, and walked straight towards the waiting room on the platform.

Before the first train returns, he still has a lot of time to spend freely, such as chewing out another alchemy monograph.

At this moment, Lockhart happened to see a female flight attendant passing by not far away.

"That beautiful lady in the distance, can you get me a towel? It's so hot on the platform, I'm sweating a little."

The female flight attendant not far away turned her head, her eyes suddenly widened, a little excited: "My God, it's you! It's really you!"

Her slender legs under the wrap-around skirt moved quickly in the direction of Lockhart and Hardy.

"Yes, yes, it's me, the famous best-selling author, if you need my autograph, feel free to..."

Lockhart was just in the middle of speaking, but found that the female flight attendant passed directly in front of him and came to Hardy.

"Mr. Ollivander, it's really you! I heard you are now a professor at Hogwarts? That's admirable."

Lockhart was a little dazed as he watched the hot lady in front of him excitedly talk to Hardy, his head stuck.

Hey!Something is wrong with this lady!

Hardy politely responded to the praise of the lady in front of him, but secretly complained in his heart.

Who is the other party?

As if once giving myself her business card in the VIP compartment of the Hogwarts Express?
what's her name...

Headache.

Hardy is really having a headache now.

"Ahem... this beautiful lady, can you get me a towel? I would be very grateful."

Clearing his throat, Lockhart tried to get the stewardess' attention back.

"of course can."

The stewardess smiled and nodded at Lockhart, before she left, she stopped suddenly: "Does Professor Ollivander need anything?"

"A cup of coffee, thank you."

Hardy said, trying to avoid being exposed that he didn't remember the other person's name.

After a while.

The stewardess walked gracefully on her slender legs, carrying a cup of full-bodied coffee.

In the air, there is still a scent of perfume that has never been there before.

"Professor Ollivander, here's your coffee."

The stewardess smiled, showing her white teeth.

"Excuse me... where's my towel?"

Lockhart circled around the female flight attendant, and found that the hand that she handed over the coffee was empty, he exclaimed in a low voice in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)