Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

After hearing what Harry said, Professor Lockhart shook his head:

It seems that our Miss Halle doesn't understand her political status very well! But time is running out, so in order not to make Professor Sprout even more angry, I won't explain it to you in detail.

If you really want to know, you can consider coming to my office tonight! My office door is always open for any little witch who wants to learn!

Having said that, Professor Lockhart paused and winked at Harry.

Harry's expression didn't change at all, and he was still smiling.

Professor Lockhart continued: In short, I mean, should we cooperate?

Um?

It's just working together to make the headlines of the newspaper! When it comes to his own interests, Professor Lockhart explained very comprehensively,

Look, I'm so handsome, and Harry is so pretty, we're both very attractive;

I am an honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League, and the owner of the third class of the Order of Merlin, and you are the one who defeated the Dark Lord, and you have a very high political status;

Plus I heard your grades are so good and I'm a genius too.

So you see, we have so many overlaps, so many similarities are very good!

So we can cooperate for a long time and occupy the headlines!

As long as we operate a little bit, we can stir up some hot events. In a few years, if there are some scandals, it will be very easy...

Professor Lockhart suddenly couldn't say a word, because he realized that he couldn't move suddenly.

Professor Lockhart's whole body seemed to be tied up by invisible ropes, and he was stuck in place.

And he clearly felt a faint tingling pain in his throat, as if a sharp needle was pointing at his neck.

The outside of the third greenhouse was covered with slender, sharp, and extremely tough spider silk at some point.

A swing made of pure white spider silk appeared behind Harry. Harry jumped onto the swing lightly and looked at Professor Lockhart with a smile.

Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, I don't seem to understand what you're talking about?

Harry crossed his legs, clenched a fist with one hand against the side of his face, and made inexplicable movements in the air with the other hand, as if he was manipulating a puppet.

I don't seem to understand the scandal you mentioned?

Lockhart's face turned pale: Then...it doesn't matter if you don't understand...really, it doesn't matter!

Isn't it important? Harry smiled coquettishly, continuing to wave his hands.

Professor Lockhart felt that the sharpest thin needle on his neck was drawing circles on his throat, as if he was testing where he could kill him with one blow.

It's... really not important! No, it's really important! Lockhart didn't know what he was talking about for a moment.

Really, Professor, I'm telling the truth. Harry smiled and clenched his fists in the air. Professor Lockhart suddenly felt the silk threads that bound him all over his body tighten.

Are you really a genius? I just imitated the acromantula and created a magic, but you couldn't resist it at all, which made me doubt your strength!

This... this was just an accident. I didn't expect you to make a sudden move. Lockhart stammered slightly.

Oh, is it still my fault? People are so sad! During the words, the silk thread tightened further, and Lockhart even felt a tightness around his neck.

He immediately tried his best and shook his head again and again: No, no, no, it's definitely not your fault! It's my fault! I was too careless!

Hmph! You're smart. The smile on Harry's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a disdainful expression.

Lockhart's heart tightened when he saw this face-changing technique, and realized that Harley was definitely not a good person, and gave up his idea of ​​continuing to educate her.

So what level are you? Want to be on the headlines of the Daily Prophet with me?

Harry hooked his fingers, the specially strengthened sharp thread forced Professor Lockhart to look up at Harry.

Although Harley is not tall enough, she has been lifted into the air by the silk thread.

If you dare to tease my old lady, it's nothing, you're lucky anyway. There was disdain in Harley's voice,

I don't think Professor Lockhart will talk about what happened today, will he?

Otherwise, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, the owner of the third class of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, and five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award,

She was about to hit the headlines of the Daily Prophet just because she was restrained by a magic spell from a second-year little wizard!

Professor Lockhart nodded quickly: Don't worry, I won't say anything...

No, today I just came to discuss herbal medicine knowledge with Professor Sprout, I didn't do anything else!

That's good, get out! Don't bother me next time! Harry said, snapping his fingers.

The silk threads that had bound Professor Lockhart before were instantly reduced to fly ash on the spot.

And the other silk threads were turned back into magic power by Harry, and they were taken back into the body.

Lockhart immediately ran towards the castle, and Harry walked into the third greenhouse without looking back.

In fact, she didn't mind working with Lockhart at first to gain some reputation.

After all, this is also a great opportunity to add anchors.

But for someone as flamboyant as Lockhart, even though he seemed to have some real talents, Harry couldn't believe him either.

What's more, when Harry tested Professor Lockhart himself, he found that he was really weak!

According to the information I learned from chatting with those girls last semester, such a person is most likely to collapse in the Muggle world!

It must be the same in the wizarding world. He created a character design, but his own strength cannot maintain his character design. Only when the house does not collapse will there be ghosts!

And at that time, Harley's reputation is bound to be affected, which will further affect her anchor.

But these are not the most important, the most important thing is that Professor Lockhart actually wants to have an affair with her!

It really is a pervert! The kind that deserves hell!

In the greenhouse, Professor Sprout is explaining the contents of the Mandrake.

Hermione stood in the last row, looking back at the greenhouse door from time to time.

After seeing Harry, she immediately raised her arms slightly and waved.

Harry also slipped past without making a sound.

What did Professor Lockhart want you for? Hermione asked softly.

The girls next to me who seemed to be listening to the class immediately pricked up their ears, as if they were very interested in this topic.

It's nothing. Harry shook his head, I'll talk about it when I have time.

After class, many girls wanted to gather around to find out what exactly Professor Lockhart wanted from Harry.

But Harry used the upcoming Transfiguration class as an excuse and slipped away easily.

Many other girls stayed where they were, talking a lot, or walking unsteadily.

Apparently, they paid the price for being nearly late for Transfiguration class.

This made Professor McGonagall very angry.

The people from Gryffindor were still late, and the quality of the homework was average. I assigned a simple task of turning beetles into buttons, but I couldn't finish it!

The point is, it was Ravenclaw who was in class together! Their success rate is extremely high!

This caused Professor McGonagall to impose heavy penalties on them all, and to write a long paper.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)