Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Alvin didn't take sides.

He didn't say that the Snorlax existed, but he didn't say that it didn't exist either.

Whether the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax exists or not is not important to Alvin, nor is it important to Hermione, but it is important to Luna.

But he couldn't say that the Bent-Horned Snorlax existed.

In that case, Hermione would probably ignore him for several days and wouldn't even help him with his homework.

Although, Hermione was still angry because of his ambiguous answer.

Ivan felt that what he said was correct, very imaginative, and a very tolerant answer.

And the reason why Hermione is angry is very simple - you don't help me? !

As the saying goes, when you doubt whether a melon is raw or not, the melon is no longer ripe in your heart. It doesn't make any sense whether you split it or not.

Look, the reason why a woman is angry is often not because of the right or wrong of the facts, because when you don't give her the answer she wants, right or wrong has no meaning.

Early the next morning, auditorium.

With a straight face, Hermione ate her breakfast and ignored Alvin.

But Ivan felt that she shouldn't be too angry, because at this time she was still unwilling to leave the position next to Ivan to others, especially Luna.

"Would you like a baked potato?" Alvin asked.

Hermione glanced at him, then rolled her eyes angrily, took the baked potato from Alvin, and ate it with a groan.

Lockhart strode into the Great Hall wearing brightly colored robes. When Harry saw him, he quickly lowered his head and walked away like a plague.

"It seems that Lockhart left a big psychological shadow on him?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

"Man, you didn't go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday afternoon. It was a disaster." Ron shook his head.

Alvin smiled. He took Hermione to skip school yesterday afternoon. The two went to Hogsmeade to play wildly all afternoon. When they came back, they listened to Harry and Ron complain.

It is said that Lockhart released a cage of Cornish elves in class, but the elf took his wand away and ran away in fear.

"Cuckoo~"

Outside the window of the auditorium, a large number of owls flew into the auditorium along the skylight. Dozens of long-eared owls flew into the auditorium clutching seven large boxes, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing those long-eared owls flying towards Alvin, there was an uproar in the auditorium. Everyone realized what was about to happen. After all, this was not the first time this scene had occurred.

Wood stood up excitedly, and with his actions, everyone in the Gryffindor team stood up. Except for Harry, everyone gathered around Alvin.

"So - this is - this year's new broom?" Wood's voice trembled.

"Yes, Nimbus 2001 was just released last month. I ordered a batch in Diagon Alley and made an appointment to deliver it before school starts." Ivan said, tearing open a package and there was a handful inside. Brand new, dark green broomstick.

"It looks pretty good, huh?" Alvin said, handing the broom to Ron: "Can you please pass it to Harry later."

"That's great!" Wood held his brand new broom with a look of obsession on his face: "Now our Dark Knight team can defend this year's Quidditch Cup."

Professor McGonagall who just walked over: "..."

Although he was very dissatisfied with Wood's words, considering the seven new broomsticks donated by Alvin this year, Professor McGonagall was very generous and said nothing.

"Wow wow wow wow~ Look! Seven Nimbus 2001!" An inappropriate voice suddenly sounded, and Lockhart squeezed into the crowd and said unconsciously.

Lockhart's appearance quickly brought the atmosphere to a freezing point. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, as if she didn't like the other person's appearance here at this time.

"That's great! It seems that this year's Quidditch Cup will most likely go to Gryffindor." Before Lockhart could finish his words, the people around him left with disappointed expressions.

This guy didn't have any consciousness at all, and sat down next to Alvin: "But I still want to say to you, Alvin -"

Lockhart didn't notice at all. Just when he sat next to Alvin, Ron and Neville and Seamus, who were sitting across from him, suddenly looked like they had seen a ghost and silently distanced themselves with their plates. .

"It's still too grandiose to spend so much money just for the limelight."

Lockhart didn't pay attention at all. Alvin's increasingly stern gaze beside him and Hermione's horrified expression were still speaking in a pretentious manner.

"Yes, yes... I know this feeling can make teenagers intoxicated - listen to me, it is unwise to indulge in this kind of thing at this age. To be honest, Alvin, this seems a bit deliberate - of course, With your talent, you will one day be like me, able to attract a lot of attention even without spending any money..."

"It's just that right now, I don't think you've reached that time yet." Lockhart blinked and smiled exaggeratedly: "How about this, I'll help you sign your names on the broom, so that your classmates won't I’ll think you’re too flamboyant——”

By the time he finished speaking, there was silence in the area.

clatter...

Hermione dropped the fork from her hand onto her plate, looking shocked.

How dare he? !

With a smile on his lips and no sparkle in his eyes, Ivan gently hooked his fingers towards Lockhart: "Come on, come closer..."

"Evan!" Professor McGonagall, who had just returned to her position, seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter. She stood up suddenly and loudly stopped Alvin's next move.

Next to Alvin, Lockhart was leaning towards Alvin, trying hard to let Alvin see his charming smile that had been featured in "Wizard Weekly" five times, and then he saw a big-eared melon seed flying over. .

Snapped!

The next second, Lockhart flew out horizontally, flying into the sky with blood, flying in a straight line in mid-air, and slammed into Slytherin's long table.

"Ah!!!" a Slytherin girl screamed loudly.

"Ah!!!" Lockhart rolled off the table with a thud, his head covered in blood.

With Aiwen's slap, he felt like his brain was about to come out. At that time, he felt like stars were shining in his eyes, and then he didn't know anything at all.

Alvin stood up with a roar and walked in the direction of Lockhart.

Hermione on the side saw that she didn't want it, and quickly hugged Alvin's waist: "Alvin! No!"

"No, I feel so uncomfortable if I don't kill him..." Ivan felt a chill all over his body: "Let me go, Hermione, you don't want me to suffer this kind of insult, right?"

Hermione was on the verge of tears: "Evan, murder is illegal——"

"Just this time, the Ministry of Magic will not pursue it-" Ivan rolled up his sleeves: "I will give him a break."

"Mr. Darknight?" Professor McGonagall, along with Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, rushed over from the staff table and stepped forward to hold Alvin.

Until Lockhart was woken up by Madam Pomfrey and tried to escape from the auditorium in fear, he could still hear Alvin's increasingly violent and obviously manic words in the crowd.

It seems...this period of time...

He should be able to take his attention away from me a little bit...

Lockhart thought as he scratched his golden curls.