Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

"Ah, you are talking about this..." Lockhart nodded, and he looked happier, "I think the students are quite happy with it, and don't you think it would be more helpful to perform it vividly like this?" Do you understand? No offense, you may not understand practical courses like Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sometimes reenactment of the situation is necessary."

"Well, I'm just reminding you that there have been people who have been dissatisfied with your teaching methods for a long time."

"Thank you very much for reminding me, friend." Lockhart said happily, "But I have my own opinion, and it will play a positive role, believe me -"

At this time, there was a clicking sound outside the window. An owl was tapping on the window with its talons, holding a letter in its mouth. Lockhart stood up, opened the window, and took the letter from the owl's mouth.

"Another letter from a fan of the book," Lockhart glanced at the envelope and piled it with the unopened new ones on the table, then stuffed them into the drawer, and then looked at Gray. He smiled coquettishly, and the apple muscles on his face bulged, "The fans are so enthusiastic that they sometimes even disturb my life, but I'm used to it."

"So many letters from fans are unopened?" Gray said. "This doesn't suit you very well. I remember that you usually reply to letters very enthusiastically and include Potter's autograph."

"I now prefer to focus on answering letters and classifying different tasks." Lockhart straightened his body and said seriously, as if he meant it. "I have to master the balance of everything - replying to fans' letters, writing Books and classes, you have to do everything well, either do your best or don’t do it!”

If he really wanted to do his best, he would not read large sections of the book to the students, and sometimes he would pull Harry to the podium to help him recreate those "achievements."

But Gray then thought, if he continued to support Lockhart in doing this, could he write an anonymous report letter to drive Lockhart away?This way Lupine can come over smoothly.

Gray drank tea slowly. He felt that Lockhart had been trying to speed up the pace of the conversation and end the chat early. Lockhart was looking out the window from time to time during the whole process. On the other side, there was rustling movement outside the door. , he hasn’t stopped since he entered the door just now.

"Okay, since you have this idea - either do your best or not do it," Gray got up from the sofa, "That's no problem, Gilderoy, it means you have your own rhythm and plan, you don't have to Ignore those individual voices of dissatisfaction.”

"I'm so glad you understand me!" Lockhart came over and shook Gray's hand. "It's great that you understand what I mean. Very few people can do this -"

He said as he led Gray towards the door.

"You're such a good friend to me, Gray. I understand that you're concerned about me, that I'm going to be reported, that I'm going to lose my job, that I'm going to lose my reputation, and I understand—I understand—that you're thinking about me. It's been a pleasure talking to you. , I really want to talk to you a few more words, but, I'm really sorry, I have to prepare for the next class," Lockhart said with a smile, "It's nice to chat with you, I understand that you are worried about me. , my friend, it doesn’t matter, I will take care of it.”

"Okay," Gray's gaze turned to the window. There was another owl sitting on the window sill with a letter in its mouth, "Your enthusiastic fans have written again."

"Oh, Merlin, here we go again!" Lockhart hurriedly walked over and took away the letter, then waved his arm to drive away the owl. "The fans are so enthusiastic! Really, they can't even take a minute's rest. , I have to deal with so many letters every time, but I won’t tell them not to bother me by sending them. Who makes them fans? I can’t ignore these enthusiastic fans. This may be the trouble of being famous——”

"Then I won't disturb you anymore. Don't let down the fans' expectations -" Gray turned around and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, two owls flew in, making the whole room covered with dust. Gray quickly took a few steps back.

One of the owls had a red envelope in its mouth, with thick smoke coming from the corners. It panicked and bumped into the table in front of Lockhart. It screamed and suddenly flew up into the air. The smoke was getting thicker and thicker. Big, the owl threw the red envelope on the table and flew away from the window.

"Howling letter?" Gray patted the dust on his robe.

"Merlin! This is really... too bad! Don't burn my table!" Lockhart looked at the increasingly thick smoke rising from the four corners. He could no longer delay for a moment and hurriedly opened the envelope.

The letter turned into the shape of a mouth, and there were already burning sparks on the corners of the envelope. It was suspended in the air, wrapped in thick smoke, and then a woman's voice came from inside.

"I have deep doubts about your teaching level. When my child reported that he had not learned any Defense Against the Dark Arts spells or knowledge during the whole school year, but was all watching you and Harry Potter's stage play, I wonder what on earth such an outstanding celebrity is doing? I don’t know what you mean by doing this, but I at least know that it doesn’t make any sense for the development of my child. I and many parents who have the same opinion as me have joined forces Rise up and complain to Principal Dumbledore! Strongly demand that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor be replaced! Mr. Lockhart, you will pay the price for your low-level teaching quality!"

The envelope then burned itself to ashes and scattered on Lockhart's desk.

He and Lockhart just stood motionless. Now, the office was silent, and all the portraits on the table on the wall were gone, leaving only empty frames.In the end, it was Lockhart who broke the awkward silence.

He sighed deeply, leaned on the window sill behind him, took out a silk square towel from his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead. A few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and hung down in front of his forehead.

"You know everything now, Gray." He said very weakly, which was very different from his previous tone. "Yes, as you said, there are people who have objections to my teaching, and there are many people. They want to Send a joint letter to report me, and even the school directors know about it."

"Since you already know that some people are dissatisfied with you as a professor, why don't you make some changes?"

"Change? For the better? To be honest with you, Gray, for your kindness in coming here to remind me, my friend." Lockhart combed back the hair that was hanging in front of his forehead twice. He took out the pile of letters from the drawer and threw them on the table. "These are letters written by those who reported me. There are more and more of them. I receive more and more letters every day, even more than mine." Letters from fans.”

As he spoke, he picked up the pile of letters: "But this is what I want, Gray. These are exactly what I need. I want them to report me."

"Did you do it on purpose?" Gray took a step forward and looked at Lockhart's serious look. He was probably not joking, nor was he deliberately pretending to save face, but was really serious about this matter. , more seriously than ever.