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Immersed in the joy of the owl, Ron hurriedly put down the cage in embarrassment when he regained consciousness, and took out a mouse that was almost bald from the pocket of the wizard's robe.

"Banban doesn't seem to have a good appetite recently, do you want more?" He held it carefully, afraid that Dudley in front of him would take the owl back because he disliked the old mouse.

"I'll take good care of him, give it to me." Dudley took the mouse from Ron's hand and put it in his pocket without any rejection.

If anyone can understand his mental activities, he will not be deceived by his calm appearance.Because the moment Dudley pinched the mouse, he felt like he was going back to modern times to get a vaccine or something.

A group of people headed towards Lihen Bookstore, and no one mentioned what happened on the way.

Dudley felt the bulge in his pocket, and he was afraid that he would throw the mouse in the trash the next moment.

He remembered that when he was young, he went to the night market with Chen Junyu. At that time, there was a game called ring ring in the night market, which cost 20 pieces for ten yuan.The size of the circle is not very large, but as long as the circle is thrown within a specified distance, the objects in the sleeve can be classified as rewards.At that time, he spent 50 yuan to trap a hamster with Chen Junyu.

He didn't go through many things himself, and he didn't know that his mother couldn't tell the difference between a mouse and a hamster.The moment he stepped into the house with the cage in hand, his mother saw the hamster in his hand roaring for a moment, almost knocking down their villa.

"Liu Qi! You're playing with mice. What's wrong with you? You're playing with mice. I think you're tired of life, little bastard!"

This sentence is like a magic voice piercing his ears, and it has been growing up around him in his childhood.So much so that when Dudley saw this fat mouse now, he could easily think of the hamster that his mother threw into the trash can and died in the trash can when he was a child.

[The above are Liu Qixiao’s inner activities~]

An hour later, they arrived at the entrance of Lihen Bookstore.The four people were surprised to find that the door was crowded with a group of people, and they all wanted to go in.A large banner was pulled out in front of the upstairs window:

【Gilderoy Lockhart

autobiography for sale

"I Can Magic"

Today afternoon: 12:30-4:30】

Dudley looked aggrieved at the crowd shouting at the door, he felt that his thin arms and legs would definitely not be able to squeeze in.It's just that Miss Hermione Granger, who was excited next to him, didn't think so at all.

"We can see him in person!" screamed Hermione. "I mean, he's written nearly all the books on the list!"

Harry frowned, glanced away from Dudley's face for a while, and when he looked back, he breathed a sigh of relief.He didn't want Cousin Dudley to worship someone, it was enough to have Chen Junyu who would disturb him, and he didn't want to cause a few more troubles.

Ron's eyes had been on his owl, and he was still thinking about what to name this majestic owl.He didn't pay any attention to whose autograph session it was today. For Ron, these useless things had nothing to do with him.

The crowd seemed to consist mostly of witches of Mrs Weasley's age.They shouted almost crazily and lined up excitedly.A weary-looking wizard stood at the door and said, "Quiet ladies, don't be crowded... Watch out for the books..."

Harry, Dudley, Ron, and Hermione fought their way through the cracks.The winding queue stretches from the door to the back of the bookstore.Gilderoy Lockhart was there to sign books.They each grabbed a copy of "Break with the Ghost", and sneaked to the place where the Weasleys and the Grangers were queuing.Dudley flipped through the book while queuing, and felt that the writing style of the book was not as good as the novel written by a junior high school student he had read before.

"Oh, you're here, that's great." Mrs. Weasley said excitedly, her breathing was a little short, she kept patting her hair, and then stared embarrassingly at her son Ron.

"Where did you get your owl?"

Ron hesitated to speak, he was afraid that after hearing this, his mother would ask him to return the owl.Just when he was blushing and didn't know how to answer.Dudley said, "Ron and I traded, I like that mouse Scabbers very much. Ron has promised to trade with me."

Mrs. Weasley looked at the two of them, and then she said to Ron seriously, "Is that so?"

"Yes……"

"Well, it turned out to be a matter for you to discuss. Then there is nothing to say." Because more important things are bothering Mrs. Weasley now, she wants to get the idol's autograph as soon as possible, so for her son's Things were overlooked a lot.

"We'll see him soon..."

Looking at the excited expressions of Mrs. Weasley and those witches at the door, Ron, Dudley, and Harry couldn't understand why they liked these books so much.And even Hermione looked that way.

As the signers left one by one, they could gradually see Gilderoy Lockhart sitting in the signing chair.Behind the table where he was sitting was surrounded by a large picture of himself, and the paintings on the picture were all blinking at people and showing their dazzling white teeth.The real protagonist wears a forget-me-not blue robe that matches his blue eyes.A pointed wizard hat is playfully worn askew on a wave of blond hair.

What a handsome man, Dudley thought to himself.

A short, grumpy man, holding a large black camera, jumped up and down in front of and behind them to take pictures.With each blinding flash of the flash, a puff of purple smoke erupted from the camera.

Can't wizards use some advanced cameras?Dudley couldn't help rolling his eyes again.How can he, who is used to touch-screen mobile phones, accept such an old thing?

Ron was stepped on by the man who took the picture just now, almost causing the owl cage he was carrying to fall to the ground.He rolled his eyes and was about to complain, but he was crowded by a lot of women and couldn't speak at all.

His owl was chirping, and Gilderoy Lockhart, who was signing an autograph for a witch, was so disturbed by the owl that he raised his eyes and glanced at Ron.

Afterwards, he saw Harry Potter standing behind Ron, his annoyed expression suddenly became gaudy.

He smiled and pushed his way through the crowd, as if seeing a long-lost brother, he pulled Harry to the front with his arms, and said in a hypocritical manner.

"Isn't this Harry Potter?"

The crowd automatically moved out of the way, whispering excitedly.

Harry, who was dragged to the front, was immediately crowded.Everyone looked at him, and the damn man put his hand on his shoulder.He smelled a strange perfume on the man, and he wanted to stuff a wad of cotton up his nose.

There was a burst of applause all around, and Harry had no idea why they were making such a fuss?What's there to applaud?

The short man pressed the shutter frantically, and bursts of thick smoke drifted over the Weasleys.

"What a beautiful smile, Harry." Gilderoy Lockhart himself showed off a set of bright teeth, "We could be on the front page."

Are you blind?

Harry mentally growled the words Dudley used to put on his lips.Where is the smile on his mouth?Obviously shocked and dismayed.

Harry's fingers were almost numb when he let go of Harry's shoulder.He tried to sneak back to Dudley, but Gilderoy Lockhart still had an arm tightly around his shoulder, holding him firmly.

"Ladies and gentlemen," cried Gilderoy Lockhart, waving everyone to silence, "what an extraordinary moment this is! I would like to take this wonderful occasion to make a small announcement, this I have been suppressing the matter for some days, and I have not said it."

He made a gesture and paused for a while, then said:

"Young Harry just wanted to buy my autobiography when he walked into Lihen Bookstore today - I would give him the book for free on the spot -"