HP Shavings Wizard

It was a wonderful end of summer in Nurmengard that everyone was satisfied with.

It was not until they received the Hogwarts book list before school started that they leisurely returned to England.

Walking in Diagon Alley.

Alison cast a critical sidelong glance at the large banner hung in the upstairs window of Flourish and Blotts:

Gilderoy Lockhart

Signed autobiography for sale

"Magical Me"

Today afternoon 12:30-4:30】

It's hard not to attract people's attention when such a big and arrogant banner is hung there.

Alison shook the parchment list in her hand - of the eight books required for the second grade list, except for an old book on Charms, the remaining seven were novels by Lockhart, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Of course, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in other grades also used the seven textbooks that he personally replaced and prescribed. It was difficult to buy second-hand copies of this fresh and expensive best-selling novel, so you can imagine how many young wizards had to spend more money this year.

Although those dangerous events were real experiences that he stole from others, and she could indeed learn something from reading novels, but Alison hated people who were more arrogant than her, especially when the other person was a fool.

If it wasn't true that he was still useful...

The red-haired little wizard complained viciously.

"He's here to sell novels, right? He's planning to make a fortune in medical expenses during the last year of his curse so he can live the rest of his life in peace?"

The old principal calmly looked at the exaggerated publicity scene, without commenting on his daughter's curse, but only commented euphemistically: "Gilderoy does have a better business mind."

Alison pouted in disgust.

……

September 1st soon arrived.

On the first day of school this year, Dumbledore did not accompany the children on the train. After all, Alison should learn to be independent.

But there are obviously many "surprises" on the first day of school, one after another.

Alison, who is in the second grade, is even more experienced. When it is time to get off the bus, she doesn't even change into her school uniform. She just gets off the bus arrogantly wearing a beautiful red dress from her gaming backpack.

When the little animals saw the devil dressed like this, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Alison didn't even take the Thestral carriage next to her. She took out the Nimbus 2001 and sped away, causing the students behind her, who could only see the broom tail, to exclaim in amazement.

They flew all the way to the castle gate, but the still-closed Hogwarts gate obviously couldn't stop the devil.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

She casually cast an opening spell on the door, and her broom brushed past Professor McGonagall who was waiting for the new students at the door, and turned at high speed and rushed into the auditorium where there was currently no student.

Professor McGonagall was stunned when she was suddenly flashed by an unknown object: ...!

The professors were still chatting and relaxing in the classroom when they suddenly saw Alison landing flexibly on the Slytherin table on her broomstick, and she waved to her father who was sitting in the middle.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded at her, his helpless eyes paused slightly at her gorgeous red dress, which looked as if she was going to a ball.

The other professors also looked at Alison, and Professor Snape instantly withdrew his gaze with an expressionless face.

Everyone was obviously used to Miss Grindelwald's usual style. The reason they were stunned just now was only because they hadn't seen her for a whole summer, and suddenly they were exposed to this abstract naughty child again, and they were still a little uncomfortable.

Deducting points is useless. He will blow up the office even if he is put in solitary confinement. He is proficient in black magic, but he cannot be fired...

What else can I do? I'll just make do with it.

Snape had a blank look in his eyes as he endured the chatter of Lockhart, the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, beside him.

This year he applied to Dumbledore again to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not wanting to continue being the Potions professor, but Dumbledore's reply was always "surely next time".

Not only because of the possible curse and Grindelwald who had already been selected for the position, Dumbledore was also unwilling to let this useful subordinate who had changed because of love and turned from evil to good come into contact with more dark magic and go back to his old ways.

Snape and Lockhart are students of the same grade, both 32 years old this year, except that one is Slytherin and the other is Ravenclaw.

Some of the things Lockhart did in school back then are still fresh in the minds of all professors and classmates, including Snape:

The idiot had used magic to carve his signature into the ground on the Quiche court in twenty-foot-long letters.

He also managed to mimic the Dark Mark by projecting a giant, shining likeness of himself into the sky.

One year, in an effort to impress others with his popularity, he sent himself eight hundred Valentine's Day cards. On that day, the owls gathered in the hall and everyone had to give up breakfast - there were too many feathers and droppings in the porridge.

Thinking back for a moment, the Slytherin Snake King actually felt that the shiny thing next to him seemed even more unbearable than the devil in his own academy.

There was a noise outside the door, and the old students got off the thestral carriage and walked into the auditorium.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw the problem child in a red dress lying on the Slytherin table.

Everyone had different expressions, some were shocked, some were used to it. The little snakes sat numbly at the long table, leaving a circle around Alison.

The new students arrived shortly afterwards, but Harry and Ron were not there until the Sorting ceremony began.

Professor McGonagall asked the freshmen to line up and prepare for the sorting. But the old professor was a little distracted, looking at the Gryffindor table without Harry and Ron with a slightly doubtful and worried look.

An expedited copy of the Evening Prophet was delivered by owl, and several professors saw the headline:

[The Ford Anglia can fly, and the Muggles are amazed.]

Dumbledore finished reading the newspaper and frowned slightly, his flashing half-moon glasses hiding the sharpness in his eyes.

Muggle cars, Arthur Weasley, an employee of the Muggle Artifacts Prohibition Office, and the absent Harry and Ron...

There is also an earlier photo of Harry and Lockhart at Flourish and Blotts...

This is also what he is always worried about.

Is it true that Harry is immune to the kind of fame that would go to any child's head?

The sorting ceremony is still going on.

There was a faint sound coming from outside.