I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Forehead--"

"Ahem! That -" A thin stream of sweat soaked his temples, and Lockhart quickly changed the subject, "Today! Today is a grand day."

"To this end, I have something to announce." He drawled, "I, Gilderoy Lockhart, am internationally renowned—" It was the same thing Hermione did just now.

"I am honored to have received an invitation from Principal Albus Dumbledore to serve as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts starting from this year."

"During my term of office, I will educate our young flowers, the little wizards who are growing up."

"Helping them become friendly, smart children." His eyes swept across Owen, Hermione and other young wizards, and the threat in his eyes was ready to come out, just to say: Again, I will deduct points for this matter in the future. On the forehead.

"Well - another unlucky guy." Unfortunately, his opponent was France, Paris, the Sphint Orphanage, and Owen.

He eats soft things but not hard things.

"Who in the whole of Britain doesn't know that any wizard who serves as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will have a bad end. Principal Dumbledore probably doesn't have many candidates, so he has to find someone to make up the number."

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"No way."

"No way!"

"No! The principal is not that kind of person." Ron followed Owen's words and said in a strange tone.

"But Professor Quirrell was really miserable last semester, and his ashes were scattered."

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"Of course not! Professor Lockhart is a capable person at first glance, and he will definitely not make the same mistakes again!" Owen said. "Ron, you have to have confidence in the professor!"

"Oh~ I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart! As you know, the previous Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts did not pass away peacefully. I am also worried about you."

"Hey! Are you looking down on me, Professor Lockhart? Luo Xiaoheizi, you have been exposed!"

The two people talking about cross talk said something to each other.

Those words were like a sharp knife, piercing into Lockhart's heart.

Rumors about Hogwarts.

The most widespread rumors are that teaching black magic will bring misfortune to wizards, that this position has received a curse, and so on.

In fact, from the very beginning, before Voldemort cursed this position, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor often had troubles.

After all, he teaches students the dark arts.

It is normal to be in danger in various dangerous areas every day.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the Black Lake, you can avoid encountering a giant octopus!

Scrapping a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in a few years is considered normal wear and tear of Hogwarts.

But since Voldemort cast the curse, this loss has been a bit high!

Who can bear to change it once a year?

A well-known wizard in the British magic world, who didn't know that this life was poisonous, that is, only a warrior like Lockhart who looked down on life and death in order to sell books would happily accept Dumbledore's invitation.

Others - haha ​​- had already flushed the invitation down the toilet.

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The ridicule and sarcasm still echoed in my ears.

Lockhart's expression changed several times in a short period of time.

Although he returned to his normal greasy state afterwards, the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

Should I write a letter to Dumbledore and just say - just say that I am unwell and cannot hold the position?

Lockhart was really scared.

Because what Owen and Ron said is true!

When he was at school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors changed frequently.

Now - I really haven't heard from those professors anymore.

Could it be——hiss~

In an instant, Lockhart felt a huge malicious force coming towards him.

He staggered back two steps and then sat down on the chair.

The whole person seemed to have lost his soul!

Um—it seems like the blow was a bit too much.

Owen blinked and looked at Ron.

The other party also gave him a thumbs up understandingly.

oh! My poor Professor Lockhart.

Owen looked at him with sympathy.

Who told him to accept Dumbledore's invitation?

The old principal finally managed to trick someone, how could he let you get away so easily?

Of course - you can also choose to go hard.

However, Owen has to remind you!

This is England, you have offended the abbot - the principal, you still want to leave?

It's not that easy!

"Hi! Owen."

Just when Owen, the murderous executioner, was remembering Mr. Lockhart, a great performing artist, who was about to pass away, a pale young man suddenly walked in outside the store.

He has neat and neat light blond hair, a pointed and thin chin, cold gray eyes, and is tall and thin.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Drag?"

The payer has arrived.

Owen's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward and naturally put his arms around his neck.

He raised his right hand flamboyantly, "Come on, come on, today's consumption will be paid for by Master Malfoy."

"You can take whatever you want. Take the one you like. Don't be polite to your brother Ma." Owen pointed at the young wizards present and said.

Especially when his eyes glanced at Ron.

The smile on his lips almost appeared.

Naturally, little Ron understood immediately, immediately greeted Harry and walked towards the bookshelf behind Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

There, there are some rare and unique books, even hand-written magic books, which are very expensive!

"My dad," Draco's pale cheeks glowed with a faint, undetectable blush as Owen held him around his neck. For some reason, an image of some unscrupulous kid forced his way into his mind automatically appeared in his mind. Various little stories about his "women's clothing".

He lowered his head and whispered, "He asked you what you want to do with that diary."

"Oh~ don't worry." Owen replied with a smile: "Let me study it for two days. After a few days, it will naturally flow into the place where it should go."

Hmm--sure enough, Draco is much cuter now than before.

I remember that no matter whether it was a first or second eye, when we first met her, she was as proud as a arrogant little peacock, but she still needed to be trained to learn to be gentle.

"But -" Little Draco wanted to say something else.

But suddenly a voice interrupted him.

"That, Mr. Malfoy."

"It's really an honor for you to come to my signing party." Lockhart said carefully with a tired heart. He, who had always been greasy, became restrained at this time.

After all, everyone in Diagon Alley knew that Malfoy spent nearly several thousand galleons in one summer vacation.

More importantly, the influence of the Malfoy family in the wizarding world.

He, Lockhart is just a bad book writer, how can he compare with others.

The Malfoys could crush him with one finger if they wanted to.

"Who is he?" Draco asked Owen without even looking at the attentive Lockhart.

"I don't know, maybe it's a passerby."

"Passers-by?"

"right."

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