All things are three at Hogwarts

The next morning, after morning exercises as usual, Allen came to the dining hall of the auditorium. Under the enchanted ceiling (it was cloudy gray today), bowls of oatmeal were placed on the long tables of the four colleges. , plates of pickled herrings, mountains of slices of bread and eggs and bacon.

Allen took some food and ate it quickly. Every morning after returning from vacation, there are so many owls! Sure enough, after Allen put down the milk glass, hundreds of owls swarmed in and circled in the auditorium. Benny took the lead, avoiding the Hufflepuff table. He seemed to be the king of the group of owls, and threw a large package on Alan.

Fortunately, Alan had quick hands and quick eyes and pushed the seat back, otherwise the package would have fallen on the table and the milk jug would have been knocked over. Before the package could be opened, a huge noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust from the ceiling. The house elves at Hogwarts probably banged their heads against the wall when they saw this scene.

"...I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fire you for stealing a car. It depends on how I deal with you then. You probably haven't thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone. …”

It was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times louder than usual, which rattled the plates and spoons on the table and deafened the echoes off the stone walls. Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the roaring letter, and Allen was no exception. He saw Ron huddled in his chair, and all he could see was a red forehead.

"I received Dumbledore's letter last night. Your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked hard to bring you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their child." Fate..." Allen saw Harry's expression was very stiff, and he sat on the chair pretending to be calm.

"...It's so irritating. Your father will be scrutinized at work. It's all your fault. If you don't behave yourself, we'll take you back right away!"

The roar finally stopped, and the voice was still ringing in my ears. The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand to the ground burned and curled into ashes.

A few people laughed, and the voices gradually sounded again.

"I heard that Harry and Ron drove a flying car and knocked down the Whomping Willow. I thought it was the Gryffindor people who were telling lies. It seems to be true!" Edward grabbed a piece of bread and put it on the tree. It's covered in layers of butter.

"But Ron's father is in trouble, he will be censored!" Edward seemed to be finally satisfied with the thickness and uniformity of the butter, and took a bite of more than half of the bread in one bite.

Allen was in no mood to pay attention to him. At this time, he was trying hard to suppress his anger so as not to throw away the woolen scarf in his hand. Allen had just opened the package, and the emerald green scarf was placed on top of a pile of food. When Alan unfolded it, a note slipped out, written in Daisy's handwriting, which read: "Please help me forward this scarf to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and send me my sincere blessings! - —Daisy Harris”

No matter how many desserts his mother, Morgan Le Fay, sent, he could not suppress Alan's anger. He himself had never received anything knitted by Daisy! Why does Daisy like this liar so much?

Allen picked up the package and delivered the pile of food to the bedroom first. Soon, Alan figured out that Daisy did not mail it directly to Gilderoy Lockhart, which showed that their relationship was not close. As long as he did not create opportunities for them to meet, and worked hard to find opportunities to reveal the truth during this semester. His true face, no, it's not enough. He has to pay for his previous illegal behavior. It's just that it's too cheap for him to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital.

Look at the class schedule. Very good. The second class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Allen sneered and threw the green scarf into the back of the closet.

Allen didn't take any textbooks to the classroom. All the knowledge was in his head. Although Gilderoy Lockhart's experiences in the book came from other wizards, if you put aside his death-seeking parts, the real content in it was The knowledge contained in the content does play a role.

Allen came to the classroom a few minutes before class was about to start. The girls occupied all the seats in the front row, excitedly discussing Gilderoy's incredible experiences, while the boys showed an unprecedented silence. Allen walked straight to the corner of the last row. It was very secluded and high up, so he could overlook the whole place.

Class was in session, but Gilderoy was nowhere to be seen. There were whispers in the classroom, and some students started to fight, but no one thought to go find the teacher. "This is a typical teaching accident!" Allen snorted coldly.

Not long after, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared at the door, wearing a flowing turquoise robe, with a turquoise top hat with gold rims on his shiny blond hair.

Allen quietly issued a spell from under the chair. Pink patches appeared on Gilderoy's face, as if he had applied foundation, and his lips turned bright red, as if he had applied lipstick. The class immediately burst into laughter.

Gilderoy wore a smiling face dressed in cross-dressing, with short curly blond hair exposed from under his hat... His head was like a palette, and paired with his smile that showed all his bright teeth, it was very funny.

Gilderoy didn't know why, and the smile froze on his face. Seeing that everyone was looking at his head, he showed his trademark smile. It should have been very charming, but it looked particularly silly against the backdrop of that hat.

Lockhart cleared his throat loudly, silencing everyone. He reached for a copy of "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing the photo of himself winking on the cover.

"I," he pointed to his photo and said with a wink, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin 3rd Class, honorary member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile five times Prize - but I don’t talk about that, I don’t drive away all the female ghosts by smiling!”

What he thought was a witty remark caused a roar of laughter. He immediately froze again. A kind little witch sitting in the front row took out a mirror and handed it to Gilderoy. Seeing his own image, Gilderoy could no longer maintain his trademark smile and pulled off his hat.

Seeing this, Allen removed his magic. It wouldn't be fun if he got angry and left the classroom!

Seeing that his skin color had returned, Gilderoy smiled again, "Well, it seems someone made a harmless joke on me!"

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