Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 89 Interview Draft (available on the 18th)
In the afternoon, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The little wizards of the second grade were lying on the table bored.

Since the Chamber of Secrets incident, Lockhart has been downplaying the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"It's been 10 minutes since class started, why isn't Lockhart here?" In the first row of seats, Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall.

Ron put the quill on the tip of his nose in boredom, trying not to let it fall off, "I said, Lockhart is definitely the first professor at Hogwarts who can be late for class."

"You say, if the curse taught by the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is true," Harry blinked, "I mean, if it is, then Lockhart will soon be too."

"Don't pretend," Ron held his chin in one hand, "it'd be better if it comes true today."

The three little ones were muttering, when there was a sudden "bang" in the classroom.

Holding several tomes in his arms, Lockhart kicked open the oak door, "Today's class, everyone will study by themselves."

Throwing the tome piled into a hill on the podium, Lockhart took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and open the textbooks in your hands, can you already memorize them fluently?"

With veins popping out of his forehead, Lockhart raised his voice and roared.

The little wizards who were stunned in place trembled all over, immediately lowered their heads, and quickly flipped through the textbooks.

Ron whispered, "What medicine did he take wrongly?"

"Quiet! No whispering!"

Waving his wand "bang bang bang" on the podium, Lockhart said angrily: "It's really annoying, you are the worst class I have ever taught!"

Ron secretly made a face at Lockhart, "You're still the worst professor I've ever seen." He muttered to himself.

With a "creak", Lockhart pulled a red velvet single chair and sat down, and took out a stack of crumpled parchment from his arms.

"Damn, what are you urging, are you afraid that I, a best-selling novelist, won't be able to deliver the manuscript on time?"

"At the beginning, you were the ones who begged to give me the Golden Galleon, and you told me to write slowly, not in a hurry..."

Sitting behind a hill of tomes, Lockhart muttered and cursed.

"Damn Skeeter, she was the one who slandered me in the newspapers. She must have been secretly tripping up those publishers to keep writing letters!"

Sitting in the first row, the three little ones pricked up their ears tacitly, and heard Lockhart's muttering word for word.

"So he was worrying about it." Harry kept his voice as low as possible.

"I said, man, isn't he a best-selling novelist? Worried about not being able to write a good story?" Ron gloated a little.

"He's such a big man, he should be able to deliver the manuscript by moving his fingers casually, right?" Ron deliberately elongated his tone on the word "big man".

"Playing with XXX series again?" Hermione shook her head, "That's far worse than Professor Ollivander's "King of Monsters" series."

Behind the podium, Lockhart was writing and scratching on the parchment irritably, muttering and cursing incessantly.

At first, Ron and the others were eavesdropping enthusiastically, but later they felt harsh and had to cover their ears.

When the class was about to end, Lockhart stood up abruptly from his seat, "Continue to self-study in the next class, and I will come to check secretly."

He roared loudly: "If I catch anyone who dares to play tricks..."

"You know the consequences!" Lockhart, Harry, and Ron said almost in unison.

Of course, the two behind were just whispering.

Ron shrugged, "He says that every time, but he's never been seen before."

Seeing that Lockhart was about to leave, Hermione suddenly stood up anxiously, "Professor Lockhart?"

"What? Check the information yourself if you have any questions!" He looked at Hermione impatiently, "This is also a test of your abilities, Miss Granger, don't say you don't understand!"

Pursing her lips, Hermione reminded: "The questionnaire, professor, other professors have sent it out, did you also..."

"Questionnaire? What questionnaire?" Lockhart was impatient, like a hyena that had been robbed of food. "Oh, yes, the damn questionnaire!"

He pulled out a small stack of parchment from a large book, slammed it on the table, and strode away.

The three boys watched each other disappear into the corner of the corridor, and they all let out a long sigh of relief.

"As for me, my birthday wish this year is to let Lockhart leave Hogwarts as soon as possible." Ron muttered.

Hermione came to the podium, distributed the questionnaires to other people in turn, and then walked back holding three pieces of paper.

"Leave him alone," Hermione shoved the two questionnaires into the hands of Harry and Ron, "Hurry up and fill out the questionnaires."

Hermione took out her quill and said as she wrote, "I heard that Professor Ollivander revealed in other grades..."

"The prizes for this lottery are not only 12 3-star Eudemons cards, but also other interesting things." Hermione flipped her hair, "I guess all the students in the school will participate."

The three little ones were lying on the podium nearby, filling out the questionnaire meticulously.

Ron moved a step, he felt as if he was stepping on something.

"Hey, guys, what is this? Lockhart dropped it?" Ron bent down and picked up seven or eight pieces of parchment covered with footprints

Harry and Hermione leaned over, "This looks like part of an interview."

Hermione patted the dust on it, received it in her hand and read it carefully, it recorded——

Time: May 1989, 5, the weather was cloudy

Location: Milo Village, Perthshire Ranges

Interviewee: An old wizard with a crooked face and a big nose

Keywords: vampire, travel, sea ship
Interview record:
Question: Dear Matthews, that's your name, isn't it, last time you mentioned that when you were young, you accidentally met a vampire?
A: Yes, although I'm a bit old-fashioned now, it will never be forgotten, it was a wonderful trip.

Q: Can you tell us about the process of your acquaintance?You know, I'm a reporter, Gilderoy Lockhart, and I'm writing fairy tales for little wizards in London, for free.

Answer: Ah, it’s rare to meet such a warm-hearted fellow as you now. Speaking of which, that vampire saved my life
It was a rainy day and I got dumped by my girlfriend of [-] years, she said she likes guys with more hair, oh my god, guess what she found a...

After reading this, Hermione suddenly stopped.

"Go on, Hermione." Ron bit the quill, "What did that cruel woman do afterward?"

Hermione wrinkled the tip of her nose, "I can't go on." She patted the parchment, "Lockhart deleted this whole paragraph after that."

"Why?" Ron took the interview script in Hermione's hand, and found that there was a large area of ​​ink scribbles underneath.

"The old guy's long-winded and boring relationship history, who would like to read this kind of stuff, delete it."

A line of writing clearly belonging to Lockhart was written below.

"What's going on? Lockhart didn't write the above content?" Ron looked at the two kinds of handwriting on the interview draft with a confused expression.

"It's an automatic quill." Harry raised a finger. "That thing can automatically record interviews. Many wizards in newspaper offices use it. Lockhart should have used this."

Hermione took over a few pages of the interview again, and found that there was a small paragraph written behind the large scratches.

It was a description of the environment about a storm at sea, and it was also something that came out of the mouth of the interviewee.

There should be something behind, but it's not in their hands, it was taken by Lockhart.

Hermione looked at the last paragraph, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart. She always felt like she had seen it somewhere before, but she just couldn't remember it for a while.

"Hermione, it's time to go." Ron pushed her and urged, "We have to put the questionnaire in the box quickly, we can't miss this."

Seeing Ron and Harry carrying their backpacks and leaving, Hermione could only hastily stuff the interview manuscript into the bag, and hurriedly followed.

(End of this chapter)