Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Not to mention Mr. Dursley who was lost in thought for the first time in a long time, Ron was completely numb.

That magic wand - or rather, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a nunchaku. After all, the magic wand was not completely broken. There were still a few thin strands of wood connecting it in the middle, and you could vaguely see the unicorn hair inside.

He borrowed some magic tape and managed to wrap the wand up, but the processing of this wand meant that only Ollivander and his friends could control it. Even if Ron didn't cast a spell, this repaired wand would occasionally crackle and emit sparks, not to mention using it to control spells.

At least Ron felt very frustrated during this Transfiguration class, because every time he shouted "Vera-Vito", he would be immediately surrounded by a gray smoke that smelled like rotten eggs. Ron, who couldn't see clearly, could only gesture randomly, and his elbow crushed the poor beetle into a puddle. He had no choice but to shamelessly go to Professor McGonagall to ask for another one.

The Transfiguration class finally ended with Professor McGonagall's sour face and Ron's embarrassed expression.

"Useless stuff... Mom's!"

Ron cursed angrily.

"Write home and ask for another one."

As Harry spoke, Ron's wand began to crackle like a thousand firecrackers.

"Please don't. I don't want to receive another Howler letter."

"After all, it's all my fault. I drove the car into the Whomping Willow and broke the wand. It's my own fault."

When it comes to taking responsibility, the Chicken Leg King is very conscious.

Harry instinctively looked at Dudley, whose mouth was stuffed with boiled chicken breast sprinkled with black pepper and salt - he winked at Harry, who nodded and immediately decided to use his own Galleon reserves to buy a new wand for his good brother.

Of course, this must not be told to Ron, as the little boy's self-esteem is unimaginable.

Hermione sat down next to Harry, grabbing a handful of beautiful jewel buttons and placing them on the table.

"Be happy, things will change. What do you think of the buttons I changed?"

Harry glanced down and saw that Miss Granger's skills were indeed very high. Eight or nine of the buttons seemed to be made of real gems, shining brightly in the candlelight, with smooth edges without burrs, and naturally no strange legs or tentacles. If it weren't for the Transfiguration class they had just finished, these buttons could even be used directly as clothing.

"Ugh."

Ron raised his lifeless eyes.

"I'm stupid, really."

"I only knew that there were Muggle buildings on the road that would block cars, but I never thought that Hogwarts also had the Whomping Willow."

"I was carrying it in my arms when Harry, Dudley and I got in the car and drove to Hogwarts in the middle of the day."

"It's a very good wand, it obeys everything I say..."

"Cousin Dudley was sleeping, so I had a snack with Harry. When we were almost at Hogwarts, I stepped on the brakes, and the car crashed into the Whomping Willow."

"I took out my magic wand and wanted to protect the car, but it didn't respond. I looked down and saw that it was broken like this... The wood of the wand was broken, but the unicorn hair was still tightly tied inside it..."

Then Ron burst into tears, his voice became sobbing, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Hermione and Harry were saddened to hear this and hurried to comfort him, but Dudley said nothing and just kept eating.

He had a feeling that Ron was going to become a gossip girl in the coming period of time.

Sure enough, before the afternoon, someone came to ask, "Ron, is your wand repaired?" Ron's eyes shrank, the corners of his mouth drooped, and then he raised his lifeless eyes again.

"I'm so stupid, really..."

Before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class started, the entire second grade at Hogwarts knew about this nagging woman from Gryffindor. So some Slytherin students came to tease him, and when they saw Ron sobbing, they would just sigh and leave with satisfaction.

Dudley didn't stick up for Ron because he couldn't hold it together himself.

In a joyful atmosphere, the students arrived at the classroom. On each of their desks were seven thick books - all Lockhart's own works.

"This guy is so annoying."

He quickly piled up the books like a fortress to prevent Lockhart from seeing his face, and then came forward to perform the clichéd "famous star promoting the younger generation" drama, Harry muttered and complained.

"Who says it's not true? Look at him, with his greasy hair and powdered face. How can he look like a man?"

Ron felt the same way, and his expression had returned to normal at this moment.

Mr. Weasley did not turn into Xianglin Sao at all, but he could not help crying when he thought of the poor wand. It was his first wand and he had very deep feelings for it.

"A real man shouldn't be like Dudley? I bet that Lockhart can do better than he does."

Pointing to the names of those rubbish books, Ron let out a sigh of disdain.

"It's wrong for you to say that..."

Hermione was anxious. As a little witch of her age, she was hoping to have an idol to worship. A "perfect" wizard idol like Lockhart would undoubtedly make Miss Granger deeply attracted to it.

Of course, if Hermione thought back a few years later, she would only hate herself for being so blind as to support such a useless professor.

"Shhh."

Dudley gestured, and Lockhart walked in from the door, and the whole class sat down.

The extremely showy Lockhart cleared his throat loudly, then walked to Neville's desk and held up the book "Walking with Trolls" in his hand - of course, putting his own photo under such a weird title as "Walking with Trolls" would probably lead to a wrong perception of trolls if it were a wizard from a Muggle family who had just enrolled in school.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart!"

"Merlin's Order of Merlin, Third Class!"

"Honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League!"

"Five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Best Smile Award - but I won't be talking about that."

"After all, I don't drive away Wanlun's female ghosts with a smile!"

The students started laughing, but only the fangirls laughed sincerely, while most of the boys just pouted their lips and looked forced.

“I can’t accommodate so many people here!”

Dudley shouted in a shrill and strange voice, and the boys were delighted.

Gilderoy Lockhart was an excellent "actor" after all, and did not take Dudley's ridicule to heart at all. He just waved his hand to indicate that he did not care about this little "art of offense".

"I see you all bought all my books, that's great."

"I thought we could start today with a little test - don't be afraid, kids, just to see how well you read and how much you understand..."

There were three pieces of paper in front of each person, covered with densely written self-boasting content.

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?"

Harry and Ron's faces turned green.

What kind of Defense Against the Dark Arts class is this?