Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 11 Lockhart's Counterattack
No doubt Lockhart was ignored.

The slender and beautiful lady in front of her, just like a cat staring at a ball of wool, has her eyes fixed on Hardy.

"Ah? What did you say?"

Regarding Lockhart's inquiry, the female flight attendant was a little absent-minded.

"I said!" Lockhart's face was a little displeased, and he deliberately raised his voice: "Where is the towel I want? Beautiful lady!"

Lockhart's suddenly raised voice broke the flight attendant's intoxicated admiration for Hardy.

She trembled slightly, then turned to look at Lockhart: "Towel?"

After being stunned for a moment, she finally remembered: "My God, I'm so sorry that I forgot this."

The stewardess reluctantly took her eyes away from Hardy, and hurriedly turned to the storage room: "It's quite hot on the platform, I'll get one for Professor Ollivander as well."

After seeing off the female steward whose name he couldn't remember, Hardy secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He sat on the waiting chair and took out a monograph on alchemy to read carefully.

At this moment, finally, a few belated passengers recognized Gilderoy Lockhart and gathered together to ask for an autograph.

"Thank goodness, avid readers like you are finally here!" Lockhart cheered internally.

Just as he was enjoying the compliments from the readers while signing his signature, he found that Hardy was completely deaf to this and was completely immersed in the alchemy monograph in his hand.

"Hey! You impolite fellow, look up and look at me!" Lockhart complained silently to Hardy.

"Does Mr. Lockhart know about the bombing that happened on Platform Nine and Three-quarters not long ago? Will this incident be used as material for the latest novel?"

A young reader held Lockhart's previous works and asked expectantly.

"The platform bombing case? Oh, that's right, how could I easily let go of such an important creative material?" Lockhart was startled for a moment, then nodded in response.

He wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, but he was muttering in his heart: "The bombing? There was an explosion here not long ago?"

"My God, why didn't Headmaster Dumbledore tell me about this? No...he seems to have mentioned..."

Recently, Lockhart has not paid much attention to the newspaper news, because someone openly questioned his work plagiarism in the publication, which made Lockhart very upset.

Dumbledore and Hardy did mention the platform bombing before, but they were all automatically filtered by Lockhart.

His head and ears are most sensitive only to the compliments of others.

As soon as the recent platform explosion was mentioned, many passengers resting in the waiting room all looked over, including Hardy.

A short man who seemed to know the truth said in a low voice: "There is nothing to guess about this matter, it must have been done by Old Jack!"

"Who is old Jack?" Lockhart looked blank, but he had already taken out a pen and paper to record.

"People who often come to platform nine and three-quarters know that old Jack once competed with Thomas for the conductor of the Hogwarts Express, and they are the best conductors here."

"However, during the election process for the new train conductor last year, the oldest old Jack unexpectedly lost the election."

The short man paused for a while, and then continued: "Some people say that the reason why old Jack was not selected was because Thomas reported to the station that he was often late and early, even though everyone knew that old Jack's legs were not good, and his family lived far away. "

"All in all, when Thomas became the new train conductor, old Jack left. He must be full of resentment! You know, he has worked here for 30 years."

Hearing this, a fat lady covered her mouth and exclaimed, "It's so. After 30 years of hard work, I have no choice but to leave. Poor old Jack."

"My God, this news has never been reported in the newspapers. Where did you hear it?" Someone asked this question before Hardy.

The man snorted softly, and said with a smile: "This is what a beautiful lady who works on platform nine and three-quarters told me. We are currently dating passionately."

"Oh! To get such news, sir, you must have had an in-depth communication with that beautiful lady, right?" Some malicious people booed.

"Shut your stinky mouth, there are still children here!" A lady wearing a top hat glared at the yellers.

"Exclusive insider! Perhaps I can sell this information to the Daily Prophet or provide it to the Aurors." Lockhart had a flash of inspiration.

"Mr Lockhart, I'm sorry I've already done that."

The man who knew the inside story smiled and said: "The Aurors have gone to Old Jack's residence to investigate the matter, and the results of the case will be published in the "Daily Prophet" soon."

Many passengers were enthusiastically discussing the story behind the platform bombing, and the female flight attendant who had left before finally turned back.

"Great, I was wondering why the towels haven't come yet? Everyone is gathering together, and the air is getting hotter." Lockhart said happily.

He stepped forward quickly, reaching out to pick up the towel in the hands of the stewardess, when a passing passenger suddenly passed between the two of them, blocking his view.

When Lockhart recaptured the figure of the female flight attendant, the other party had already handed Hardy the only towel in his hand.

"No!"

Lockhart's heart twitched, almost shouting to the sky.

"This beautiful lady, towel! Where's my towel?" Lockhart walked up to the other side and asked.

"I'm so sorry, sir, we only have one towel left, and the others are being cleaned and disinfected."

Lockhart trembled with anger.

He just wanted a towel, is it that hard?This broken platform, he will never come again!
"I'm really sorry, Professor Lockhart. If I had known this earlier, I would have left this towel for you. I believe Lucy did not do it on purpose."

Seeing the awkward atmosphere between the stewardess and Lockhart, Hardy had no choice but to stand up and make a rescue.

Fortunately, he finally remembered the other person's name, Lucy!

"Professor Ollivander."

Suddenly, the stewardess hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly: "Well... I am Susan, and Lucy is my sister. She is sick today and did not come."

Hardy: "..."

got the wrong person!

!!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

At this moment, Lockhart's spirit was lifted, his heart was ecstatic, and he said silently: "Aha! I caught it! Professor Ollivander, I never thought you would have this moment!"

"Professor Ollivander, with all due respect, it is not polite to call such a beautiful lady by the wrong name."

This is a counterattack from Lockhart!

The air is a little frozen.

Hardy took a deep breath to calm down the fluctuations in his heart.

awkward.

It's embarrassing.

He glanced at Lockhart, who was holding back a smile, thought for a while, then bit the bullet, and said through gritted teeth: "It doesn't matter! Susan or Lucy? It's just a name, and I just want to stand for this moment. The beautiful lady in front of me speaks justice."

"That's all!"

"Oh, Professor Ollivander, are you caring about me?" Susan covered her mouth excitedly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She glared at Lockhart viciously, and said reproachfully, "Sir, Professor Ollivander just wanted to speak for me. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Lockhart was confused.

this is okay too?
He doesn't understand!

(End of this chapter)