Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

Outside Hogwarts Castle, in the afternoon, the sound of rain was still there, and Augustus Malfoy Lilian was going to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts class.They finished their meal and walked out into the cloud-shrouded yard.Not far away, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing aside and chatting, and Harry was with a little boy who was probably in the first grade. As they approached, the sound of their conversation reached the ears of the three of Augustus.

"Hi, Harry? I'm—I'm Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking a timid step forward. "I'm in Gryffindor too. Do you think - is it possible - that I can take a picture of you?" He held up his camera expectantly.

"Photography?" Harry asked blankly. ' "So I can prove I saw you," said Colin eagerly, and moved a few steps forward. "I know everything about you. Everyone tells me. How you escaped You-Know-Who, How he disappeared and so on, you now have a lightning scar on your forehead." (his eyes search Harry's hairline) "A boy in my dorm said that if I used the right developing potion, the picture would people will move." Colin took a deep breath, trembling slightly with excitement, "It's really interesting here, isn't it? I never knew the weird things I would do until I got the letter from Hogwarts." Things are magic. My dad's a milkman and he can't believe it either. So I'm going to take a bunch of pictures and send them to him. If there's a picture of you—" He looked at Harry beggingly, "— Maybe I can stand next to you and ask your friend to click it? Then, can you sign it?'

"Signed photos? You're sending autographed photos, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's high-pitched voice echoed in the courtyard.Harry turned his head and found that Augustus Lillian and Malfoy were standing together, listening to their conversation. In an instant, Harry's face was as red as a freshly ripe apple.

"Line up!" Malfoy yelled at the crowd, "Harry Potter is sending out autographed pictures!""I didn't. said Harry angrily, clenching his fists. "Shut up, Malfoy. " "You are jealous." said Colin sharply, his entire body the size of Crabbe's neck. "Jealousy?" said Malfoy. "Jealousy of what? I don't want an ugly scar on my head, thanks."I don't think having your head cut open makes you that special.I do not believe!"

"Go eat slugs, Malfoy," said Ron angrily. "Be careful, Weasley," Malfoy sneered, "you don't get into trouble anymore, or your mother will have to come and take you home." He put on a shrill voice. "If you don't play by the rules—" a group of Slytherin fifth years nearby laughed loudly. "Weasley wants an autographed photograph, Potter," Malfoy smirked. "It's worth more than his house." Ron drew his wand.

"What? The timid Weasley dared to draw out his wand and fight like a man? It's really interesting, I don't think you can last ten seconds in my hands!" Malfoy's pupils showed a dangerous look.

"Okay, Draco, that's it, it's time for class." Lilian just finished speaking, what's going on, what's going on?" Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly strode towards them from outside, green The green robe fluttered behind him. "Who's sending out autographed photos?" Harry opened his mouth to explain, but Lockhart put an arm around his shoulder and said cheerfully, "Don't ask! We meet again, Harry!" Harry was caught between Beside Lockhart, burning with humiliation.He saw Malfoy retreating triumphantly into the crowd. "Come on, Mr. Creevey," Lockhart said to Creevey with a smile on his face. The class bell rang and the door was pressed. "Come on, let's go to class." Lockhart called to the crowd, and then led Harry towards the castle.Harry was still in his grip, and he wished he knew a neat escape spell.

Augustus shook his head. It was too tragic for Harry to be targeted by such a person. Turning around, Malfoy Lilian left the scene with Augustus and walked towards the classroom.

When the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone.He reached for Malfoy's Walking with Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the blinking photo of himself on the cover. "Me," he said, pointing to his own photo, also winking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, [-]rd Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time Witcher Weekly > Most Charming Smile Award ——But I don't talk about that, I didn't drive away Wan Lun's female ghost with a smile!"

He waited for everyone to laugh, and a few smiled faintly.

"I see you all bought my full book - great. I thought we'd start with a quiz today. Don't be scared - just to see how you're reading and understanding..." he posted After finishing the paper, go back to the podium and say: "I'll give you three and 10 minutes. Now—start!" Harry looked at the paper and read: 1. Which color is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? 2. Gilderoy What is Lockhart's secret ambition? 3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement so far? And so on, three full pages, and the last question is: 54. Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday What day was it? What would be his ideal birthday present? Half an hour later, Lockhart put away the paper and looked at it in front of the class.

"Hell, who cares what color he likes, what does his ideal have to do with us? Does knowing these improve our theoretical knowledge or dueling skills?" Malfoy looked at the sent out with a look of disbelief test paper.

"That's right, this is the most absurd test. I have never seen a teacher with such a thick skin. He sent out the basic information of his interests and hobbies as test questions to test us. Is Dumbledore confused? How could it be?" Choosing such an unreliable teacher, the genius knows all these strange things about him." Lilian also complained, it seemed that this was the first time she stood on the same front with Malfoy.

"Since Dumbledore chose this teacher as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he naturally has his deep meaning, maybe we don't understand it." Although Augustus also didn't like this person's style, he didn't hinder him. He thought about it on a deeper level, but there was not enough information to see it more comprehensively.

"It counts as much as you can do. To be honest, I really don't know anything about his information." Augustus frowned and looked at the test paper.