The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Eugenie said objectively, "Yes, Lockhart spent a very happy time at school - he sold books, promoted himself, and got paid."

He can also use Harry's fame to further enhance his own popularity, which is probably the main reason why he is willing to accept the position.

"Do you want him to hold more autograph sessions in the bookstore to increase sales?" Eloise guessed based on her own thoughts, but when she saw her daughter's expression next, she realized that the direction of her guess was completely wrong.

"Can we find the copyright transfer agreement Lockhart signed at that time? I want to see the contents of the agreement."

"No problem, I'll send it to you when we get back next week - to the school."

"Mom, you don't like him, right?" Eugenie asked with some worry. She thought of Mrs. Weasley's admiration for Lockhart, and Mrs. Gedern who persisted in writing to him...

And she intended to do him harm, and perhaps Lockhart's partially damaged fortune before the Curse of the Curate was removed pointed to this outcome.

Eloise smiled softly, "Like him? No, no, no, maybe many people were infected by his smile in the newspaper and fell in love with him, but your father's smile is much more charming than his."

"Oh, that's good." Eugenie breathed a sigh of relief.

Eloise turned her gaze to her husband, and sure enough, she immediately received a smile full of affection, followed by a kiss.

Eugenie touched her nose, turned her head slightly, and focused her eyes on studying the patterns on the floor tiles.

Very good, by the way, even the dog food is full.

……

Owl messengers are much more dedicated than British couriers. They don't have to celebrate the holidays, and they don't just carry a stack of orders with "Sorry, we missed you" and deliver them door-to-door just because they are too lazy to carry packages today. This is considered to complete the day. job.

Eugenie soon received the original contract between Rumihart Books and Lockhart.

For the sake of Christmas, she made an arrangement with Professor Dumbledore and asked Lockhart to go to the principal's office to talk in the last few days of the holiday.

Dumbledore was holding a silver spatula to sort out the soft ashes under the golden perch. Fawkes was now very beautiful. He was combing his neat and smooth golden-red feathers, and sometimes tried to comb Dumbledore's hair and beard.

The door rang, today's visitor had arrived.

Lockhart walked over with brisk steps and said loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, did you have a good holiday? I had a very fulfilling time, and I learned a lot from my short trip to nearby towns."

"You are in good spirits, Gilderoy." Dumbledore blew the ashes off the shovel and placed it on a small silver shelf. "I heard that you like to drink firewhiskey, so I specially prepared it."

"Thank you," Lockhart thought of how drunk he had fallen asleep for a long time in Snape's office more than half a month ago, so he added, "I can only have one drink, and I have to stay awake at all times. You know, I am fighting dark magic. The habits developed during the journey do not give them any opportunity to take advantage of them.”

"Good habit," Dumbledore smiled in agreement, "Just a cup to warm you up."

Dumbledore sat down at his desk, pushed the glass to him, and watched him take a few sips.

"Where did you travel during the holidays? I would be happy if you would share what you learned during the trip." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and chatted with him.

"I didn't go anywhere. I went home for the holidays and stayed around Diagon Alley most of the time. I originally wanted to pretend that I was traveling until the last day of the holiday before returning to school, but I received a letter from you, the principal, so I came back early." Loha After Te finished speaking in succession, he covered his mouth in shock.

How could he say such a thing? !

Dumbledore looked over his glasses and looked at him calmly, "It's nothing, Gilderoy. Missing the opportunity to travel is never a shameful thing. The shameful thing is other things, am I right?"

Lockhart wanted to keep his mouth shut, but his lips and tongue seemed to no longer obey his instructions, so he could only cover them with his hands.

"A little veritaserum, there's no point in resisting it, Gilderoy, we should have a frank chat about what happened in the past today." Dumbledore slowly put down Lockhart's hand covering his mouth, "I'm not just I have made an appointment with one of your guests, and they have some questions like mine that they want you to answer, so we’ll wait a moment.”

Before he finished speaking, the door opened by itself without any sound.

Eugenie took back her hand that was about to knock on the door and greeted happily, "Professor Dumbledore, good morning."

Lockhart looked her up and down, not recognizing her, and then looked at Snape who was following her closely, oh, I understand.

He also understood where the Veritaserum came from. What were they going to ask?

"Good morning," Dumbledore pointed to the candy dish next to the cabinet, "Take more and put it in your pocket. Severus used the mouthwash potion to threaten me not to eat too much, which caused the old candies to be all over the place. Can’t buy new ones.”

Eugenie smiled and opened the small pocket. It was not big but contained a lot of stuff. "It's for your sake, Professor Dumbledore. I hope you don't mind if I borrow flowers and give them to my friends."

Her smile turned into a standard social smile when she saw Lockhart.

Lockhart moved uneasily in his chair and decided to take the initiative to get closer. "This is our first meeting, Miss Ravenclaw. I think you must have had a hard trip and haven't had time to buy my complete set of works! It doesn't matter, I can give you one for free." The sleeve comes with my autograph for you.”

"Thank you for your kindness, Lockhart—and I must express my regret, sir, that I did not have the pleasure of being your pupil."

There was no regret at all on her face, only joy.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was forcibly turned into a story session. I really don’t know what the students who are facing the Owls and Newts level exams should do. Their teachers are not interested in whether they can pass the exam with high scores, nor do they care about leaving a good look on their resumes. How important grades are to their future.

Lockhart was a little confused about what she meant. What did he mean by not being his student?It wasn't the case before, but isn't it after returning to school?

Is she going to the Far East again, or somewhere else?

I’ve never seen anyone go to school like this, it’s so free.

Eugenie saw Lockhart showing eight white teeth, which were particularly eye-catching in the slanting morning sun, and his golden hair was shining. "I have a few simple questions to ask you, sir."

Since there were no questions, Lockhart could temporarily seize the topic according to his own ideas, "You want to take a photo with me, no problem! Did you bring a magic camera? I can sign it immediately after taking the photo. Many little girls will be unable to restrain themselves. I feel admiring, but I still want to advise you to stay rational."

"I admire you?" The smile on Eugenie's face seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand.