Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

Hahahaha, I am Lockhart, a great writer who cannot be greater, the author of eighteen best-selling books, and also the recipient of the Order of Merlin, Level [-], honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, and most importantly I am the five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award.

These honors are not nonsense on my part, nor are I praising myself. The main reason is because of my own excellence. How do you say that?Gold always shines, but diamonds like mine... the light cannot be covered up at all.

Look at the people in the audience, how fanatical, enthusiastic, and charming they are. They are flocking here just to get a little bit of news about me, the great Gerald Lockhart.

I have to say, they are really enthusiastic.

It seemed like I had to give them a smile.

Seeing these fans screaming because of his smile, Lockhart smiled even happier.

"Mr. Lockhart, what is the content of your new book about?" A reporter crowded in front and asked loudly: "I heard it is related to your story in Scotland."

Oh, look at him, how eager he is to know a little inside story!

"Of course!" Lockhart raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "These stories are all recorded based on my experiences in Scotland."

"Do you think it will hopefully surpass your book Wanderings with Werewolves?"

"My work has never been limited." Lockhart winked: "The most exciting story is always in the next book."

Listening to his words, the fans started screaming again.

Lockhart nodded happily and raised his lips: "Of course, I can tell a little story." Telling a little story is the most effective marketing tool.

"This story will be related to Slytherin... and his legend." Lockhart said with a bright smile: "I believe you will be satisfied with this story."

As he spoke, Lockhart turned around and picked up one of his books on the table and said: "The books behind me are all special editions signed by me. These books may be worth five galleons, but I Decided to give my most loyal and best fans a benefit."

As he spoke, Lockhart held out a finger and said, "A book only costs one Galleung!"

"It also has my signature!"

Looking at the delighted fans, Lockhart felt extremely happy. Look at these enthusiastic people. It's so lovable. Of course, who told them to like the great Lockhart as well?

"Mr. Lockhart, Mr. Lockhart!" a man's shout reached Lockhart's ears.

"What's the matter, this enthusiastic fan?" Lockhart smiled and said, "If you want an autograph..."

"No, no, no!" The man waved his hand and said, "I have a few questions to ask you!"

Lockhart was a little unhappy when his speech was interrupted, but he still smiled when he looked at the fans around him and said: "Ask, I will be happy to answer you..."

"That's right Mr. Lockhart...Ms. Skeeter published an article in the Daily Prophet the day before yesterday."

"Hypocritical diamonds are no different from glass." The reporter said carefully, but what he said made Lockhart's face look ugly to the naked eye.

"Excuse me...do you think this report is satirizing you?"

"..."

The reporter's voice silenced Lockhart and excited the fans who were watching.

"Skeeter, she is a nasty witch!" a wizard shouted.

"What kind of literature does she know? What kind of writer is she?"

"Are you a lackey sent by Skeeter?!" Several fans who were close to him excitedly grabbed the reporter's collar, as if preparing to give him some juice.

"Everyone, don't do it, don't do it!" Lockhart said quickly when he saw this. Even if he wanted to cast a death curse on this damn reporter now, he had to stop his "enthusiastic" fans.

When the fans heard Lockhart speak, they slowly let go of the reporter, but even so, everyone looked at him with contempt.

"Ahem, I can understand your doubts." Lockhart said slowly: "But I still say that no matter who you are, if you think there is any problem with my works, you can write to me and tell me."

Lockhart showed a charming smile: "I will read it carefully." As for whether to reply to the letter or not, it is up to me.

Lockhart's words made fans nod their heads, and they supported what Lockhart said.

"Thank you Mr. Lockhart!" Several wizards said to reporters: "How generous he is!"

Looking at the still a little angry fans around him, the reporter did not dare to stay longer. He nodded in panic and ran out of the crowd in embarrassment. Even so, a few bold fans stretched out their feet and tripped him.

Looking at the embarrassed reporters, everyone laughed even more happily, and Lockhart also smiled.

…………

"Huh..." Lockhart leaned on the chair in the bookstore and let out a sigh of relief. His fans were more enthusiastic than he imagined.

It also made him more tired.

At least he needed a break now.

"Maybe I should drink some honey tea?" Lockhart muttered as he stood up.

"Bang bang bang."

But there was a knock on the door of the bookstore, and Lockhart frowned and said, "Sorry, today's fan reception is over!"

"Haha..." A strange laughter came, and this strange sound made Lockhart feel a little bit ominous.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"

Listening to Lockhart's question, the man outside the door said: "Glens Lepp."

Hearing the name, Lockhart's pupils dilated and he took a few steps back.

Unexpectedly, the person outside the door continued to speak: "Rollingen John."

"Haytham Kenway..."

"Edward... do you need me to say it again, Mr. Lockhart?"

……

Lockhart was silent for a few seconds, and then said slowly: "Who are you?"

The person outside the door shook his head slightly: "A friend is here to bring you something."

Lockhart felt his heartbeat getting stronger and stronger. He didn't know how the people outside the door... knew that these people... they had obviously...

"Don't you invite me in?" the person outside the door asked, and then said in a rather regretful tone: "Maybe... the Ministry of Magic will be willing to let me sit down?"

Lockhart swallowed, then picked up his wand and said, "You...please come in."

"Squeak."

"Forget it all!"

As soon as the door was pushed open, Lockhart waved his wand.

"boom!"

The person who came in was not hit by the spell as Lockhart thought, but simply used his wand to block the spell.

"Mr. Lockhart, isn't this bad?" he said and flicked his wand. Lockhart was knocked away before he could react, and his wand flew into the man's hand.

Looking at the masked man, Lockhart leaned against the wall with his nose twitching.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Lockhart..." the man said, shaking his head: "I heard that you are going to Hogwarts to be a professor...is that right?"