Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The auditorium today was extremely dark in tone. Thick dark clouds were rolling on the ceiling. From time to time, lavender light came out from inside the dark clouds, with a dull rumbling sound, as if it really came from high in the sky.

The dueling platform still had the same gilded and grand appearance, and under the flickering candlelight, it actually had a charming and coquettish light.

But there was no one on the stage.

Ron snorted from his nose and said in a low voice:

"Is Peacock afraid of being embarrassed again and afraid to come?"

Hermione's little ears covered by her fluffy hair suddenly moved, she turned her head suddenly, swung her hair and gave Malfoy a hard 'slap'.

The little witch said in a serious tone:

"Ron, we undoubtedly had a lot of misunderstandings about the professor before. Even if his magic ability is weak, he can still become a master through theoretical research.

Just like Bathilda Bagshot, although she did not have any dazzling achievements, no one would question her status as a master. "

Ron slowly turned his head and looked at Harry, raising his eyebrows:

"Dude, baba what?"

Harry looked equally confused.

"Bathilda Bagshot - the author of "History of Magic", the greatest historian of this century, our textbooks are her works." Malfoy rubbed his cheek and stared at Hermione's hair.

He seemed to wonder more about who Bathilda Bagshot was than why her hair whipped with as much force as a slap.

Zhang Xiao looked on with a smile, never interrupting, telling the 12-year-old star-chasing girl that her idol would collapse sooner or later, and she would do this because she was out of her mind.

At this moment, thousands of candles floating in the sky suddenly went out. The little wizards immediately stopped talking, and many of them raised their wands reflexively.

The shouts of 'fluorescence flashing' continued continuously, and the auditorium was immediately densely lit up with soft light spots like stars.

A rich male voice suddenly echoed in the auditorium:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to invite Gilderoy Lockhart, a recipient of the third-level Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, and a five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award!"

The beam of light lit up in the center of the stage. Lockhart stood in the center of the light beam, stretching out his hands in a hug. The little witches were like crazy, letting out ear-piercing screams, their cheeks turned red, and they waved the wands in their hands crazily.

Zhang Xiao pinched his chin. Why did this scene feel familiar?

Lockhart looked at the lively scene below with satisfaction. Muggles still created a lot of good things. They were not just a bunch of rubbish as Tom said. At least the things called movies and concerts were I got a lot of inspiration from myself.

He thought this, but the movement in his hand was not slow at all. He took out the wand and made a big floating motion. The candle above his head flashed rhythmically like a marquee, making the little witch become more and more crazy.

He even followed the flickering of candles without any instruction and waved the wand in his hand rhythmically.

This extraordinary opening was not over until the candles stopped flickering and the entire auditorium was filled with light again. At this time, the little witches had fully entered the state. Many little witches of Muggle origin had watched the concert and unconsciously Brought in.

Shout loudly: "Lockhart, I love you!"

Zhang Xiao curled his lips. He saw that many little witches had just sent love letters to him on Christmas a few days ago.

Tsk—woman!

Hermione secretly glanced at the friends around her, suppressed the urge to shout, and secretly retracted her hands into her robes. She was a little excited just now and her hands were exhausted.

Lockhart still had his iconic smile on his face, but his appearance once again made the little witches shine.

He does a pretty good job of managing his figure, he is an idol writer after all.

The double-breasted vest, which is very in line with Muggle fashion, is paired with a solid-color shirt, which is very layered. The trousers are very slim, and paired with long cowhide boots, giving him a mature, stable but energetic feeling.

He was not wearing the flashy wizard robes from the past.

Instead, it was a pure black cloak like a cloak.

All in all, very stylish.

Those little witches covered their chests with their hands, and their eyes almost turned into starry eyes.

On the opposite side were the boys. They clenched their fists and stared at Lockhart indignantly. Their lips moved rapidly. If they could recite the spell as fast as they did, Professor Flitwick would probably scream with joy.

Not far away Percy's head was bouncing back and forth between his girlfriend and Lockhart, as Penelope was clearly completely attracted to Lockhart.

Lockhart took two steps forward, and his way of speaking changed from his usual exaggerated manner. Instead, he saluted everyone gracefully and mocked himself:

"I'm very sorry. I left a bad impression on everyone in the last duel club. This was also my mistake, but there are always two sides to a coin, and misfortune always follows luck.

The last failure gave me a huge setback, but it also woke me up! "

Lockhart gave full play to his creative ability and spent ten minutes telling everyone that he was an outstanding Ravenclaw graduate, with ideals and dreams in mind, determined to bring more authority to everyone. More solid defense against the dark arts content.

How devoted I was, forgetting to eat and sleep (I also promoted my new book in the middle).

A certain tabby cat hiding in a secret corner rolled its eyes humanely - if she remembered correctly, all the professors were relieved when Lockhart graduated. If it weren't for his status as a professor, they would even think about it. Have a cocktail party to celebrate.

Of course, the tabby cat's white eyes couldn't stop Lockhart from speaking:

He went on to talk about how he had achieved something and immediately accepted the invitation to bring the latest theoretical results to the little wizard (and promoted the new book), after the 'horrifying' attack at the school.

He resolutely founded a dueling club, hoping to give the little wizards more ability to protect themselves.

But because he was too devoted to creation, he gradually neglected his actual level of magic.

I thought that I was still the same person who had just left school and was at the peak of his magic skills, so that I made a big fool of myself, but I learned from it painfully.

He - Gilderoy Lockhart - has woken up, and after two months of unremitting efforts, has returned to the top!

The unnamed dean who was leaning against the door was curling his hair with his fingers in boredom, while the unnamed dean was rubbing his fingers with a frown and the corners of his mouth were pulled upwards.

A contemptuous smile appeared in the shadows.

peak? If there is a peak in being embarrassed, you are indeed the peak in the thousand years since the school was founded.

I hadn't graduated yet when you did stupid things in third grade! Spend all your money buying Valentine's Day cards to send to yourself, pretending that you are loved by all the girls in school?

Ha, you thought you were my incompetent student who had a little secret, even his memory was protected, and was really outstanding?

This speech sounded stinky and long to the boys, but the little witch burst into tears. Many of them covered their mouths to prevent themselves from crying. The warm applause they broke out even interrupted Lockhart's speech many times. speech.