Snape's personal assistant

He rolled his eyelids, but his tone remained normal.

Lin Kaiwei couldn't help resenting that he was too incompetent but full of ambitions. Even with great efforts, he couldn't cast the curse of anger firmly on that handsome, despicable and shameless face.He could only stare at the woven fabric in Gellert's hand with his eyes, trying to stare it out of the hole, hesitantly shouting in his heart, and a bunch of grass-mud horses jumped and galloped past.He could see that those braids were definitely the pervert's favorite thing, which man would do such a thing after dismantling, weaving and weaving away the sissy.

"Who did you make up these things for?" Assistant Professor Lin continued to ask without knowing what to do.

Gellert's side face visibly froze, showing a somewhat hesitant expression.

"you are not happy?"

"I'll be happy if you go away."

"..."

Today was Halloween, Harry was forced to toss and turn on the bed by a headache, the eerie voice made him restless, but he couldn't get rid of it.He didn't go to the Halloween party today, and the headache kept him from eating dinner.After rubbing his aching temples, he simply sat up, grabbed the painkiller pills on the bedside table with his hands, and swallowed them with water.Ron went to the kitchen to get him a cup of hot milk, and he said that his mother would always bring him a cup when he couldn't sleep at home.Caressing the Snitch on his chest, Harry closed his eyes wearily.

Something's wrong, why hasn't Ron come back after so long.Did something happen on the way?Thinking about it, Harry got up, put on his clothes, and left the dormitory with the kerosene lamp.

Suppressing his headache, Harry staggered while leaning on the stone wall, staring at the dark corridor.

"I'm so hungry... I've been waiting for a long time..."

"...Kill...It's time to kill..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, but his head hurt more and more.Harry stared at the black ceiling, something went wrong?While running up the stairs, he entered the lobby.The chatter of people at the Halloween dinner echoed in the hall, and Harry couldn't hear it.

When he stopped in the last empty aisle, he finally caught sight of Ron's fiery red hair.

"Ron?" Harry called softly, wiping the sweat off his face with his hands.

Ron didn't move, as if he didn't hear, Harry walked forward and gasped.

There was a light on the wall ahead.Step by step, he walked slowly into the dark corridor, his eyes widened.

On the wall of the two windows, foot-sized letters scrawled on it shimmered in the flickering light of torches.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Descendants of the enemy, beware."

There was a big puddle of water on the floor, and upon it lay a black mass, Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, her tail dangling from the torch barrel, her body rigid as a plank, her eyes wide open.

Several thunderous noises in the distance told them that the feast was over.Footsteps came up the stairs at the same time at both ends of the corridor where they were.The well-fed people talked loudly and happily.After a while, students poured in from both ends.

When everyone saw the cat hanging upside down, chattering, footsteps, all sounds stopped.Everyone quietly leaned forward to read the horrible words on the wall.

The author has something to say: Everyone is fattening up or what, don't abandon the article.Bare buttocks let everyone whip you.Some time ago, I was busy with research and there was really no event update.

☆, 60 sweet and lonely Halloween

The originally empty corridor was unknowingly crowded with people.The silent environment and the crowded crowd formed a sharp contrast.At this moment, groups of Hogwarts students surrounded Harry and Ron, but no one dared to get close, even the bravest Gryffindor——

Filch pushed his way through the crowd with his shoulder.He saw Mrs. Norris and drew back in terror, his usual impatience replaced by horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's the matter with Mrs. Norris?" he shrieked, and then his eyes widened and he cast his eyes on Harry, pointing his bony fingers tremblingly at Harry's nose.

"You!" he screamed, "It's you! You killed my cat! You killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"No, it's the secret room. The secret room has been opened." Ron with a pale face twisted his neck one by one like a rusty screw, as if something had strangled his neck, "The enemy's Future generations, be, heart, it."

The students present turned extremely pale in an instant. They were trembling, staring with frightened eyes, and exchanging strange glances with each other.

"Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore ran down the stairs, "Watch your words and deeds."

Afterwards, Harry was in a daze at all, unable to figure out what happened.He only remembered Filch's angry nose sticking very close, Dumbledore's words of defense, and Ron's pale face.

The weirdest, weirdest thing is Draco, Draco in the crowd, those red eyes.

This year's Halloween night is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Ron hid under the covers, trembling, talking nonsense.His voice was very hollow, a long series of words, as if a person was telling his secrets to a tree hole.

The pain of tearing his head made Harry bite his pillow and cry uncontrollably. The golden snitch in his hand was almost crushed, but it was useless.Painkillers and sleeping pills have gradually lost their effectiveness.

In the Slytherin lounge, the golden snitch on the table kept shaking.Draco stared at the Snitch and took another sip of his drink. "Draco, you, you drank too much." Pansy reminded cautiously, adding some tequila for him at Draco's gesture.

"Put it down, you can go now." Draco's eyes radiated anger.The inexplicable anger made the wound on his body hurt again, and he arched forward slightly.He had no idea how he'd come to be like this, having woken up the other day with a couple of roosters that Hagrid had prepared for Halloween.Every rooster was brutally decapitated, blood was splashed on the body, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting.When he fled back to Hogwarts in panic, he met Harry again.Seeing him standing with Ron, I just felt like I was suppressing my anger, and it would be very uncomfortable if I didn't vent it.Forced to lock himself in the toilet to wash clean, but never forget the pleasure of killing.

Today, today.Draco clenched his back molars, his eyes burst into red, and he squeezed the wine glass in his hand with force.

In Snape's dormitory, Assistant Professor Lin, who had been relying on nutritional potions for a long time to maintain his physical functions, lay quietly on the bed.His skin, which hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, was so pale that Snape stole it all, but his jet-black hair was softly attached to his ears, it seemed that he had been well cared for during the drowsiness.

At this moment, on the contrary, the Slytherin Snake King with a head of greasy black hair was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, his bright black pupils were fixedly staring at the sleepy young man on the bed.As if to suit the occasion, there was a small pumpkin on the head of his bed, the pumpkin was hollowed out, and there was a cup of strangely colored potion inside.It seems that the youth survived by relying on that strange thing.

I have to admit that Assistant Professor Lin has a strong stomach.

Chamber of Secrets?monster?Looks like a good reason.The corners of the mouth, which had been moving upwards for a long time because of mocking others, curled up again.It's not safe to throw the little teaching assistant who is unarmed and weakly lying on the hospital bed in the dormitory, even if there is a house-elf to take care of it.Now that no one cooks for themselves, you can't even lose hope of eating a normal meal.Don't go to teach those stupid Gryffindor lions tomorrow, anyway, that troll Lockhart can substitute for the class.

It was a happy decision, Snape thought happily.

In the tallest tower of Nurmengard, the moonlight patronized the tower like alms, and leaked into the room like water to brighten the room.The needle thread in Gellert's hand was flying up and down, his lips were tightly pressed, his expression was focused, and the beautiful scenery did not attract any of his attention.

Bang, the dazzling fireworks outside the window instantly illuminated the positive sky.Lin Kaiwei returned to reality from the world in the book, and stared blankly at the colors outside the window.As a Chinese, he loves this fleeting beauty very much.Turning his head, Gellert's face flickered under the background of the fireworks. That handsome, perfect face like a plaster statue showed no expression, but somehow, Lin Kaiwei felt a little sad.

"Treatortrick? (Trick or treat.)" The pumpkin-shaped fireworks outside the window reminded Assistant Professor Lin of today's festival.

"I thought you were past the age of candy?" Gellert sneered sneeringly, but the movements of his hands did not slow down because of speaking, "You know, since you came, the air is filled with Smells of 'fool'. Time to get a medical doctor, what if I get infected?"

Without me, your air will be filled with the smell of boredom, okay?Lin Kaiwei curled his lips, complaining silently in his heart.Damn it, this is the normal Gellert, the guy with the sad face flowing against the river just now must have gone to the wrong set, right?

"What the hell are you making up?" Lin Kaiwei was speechless for a while, and continued to search for topics.A Halloween can't just be so boring.

Gellert just paused for a while, but never raised his head to answer Lin Kaiwei's question.

It came again and again, either not answering, or planning to choke people to death as soon as they answered.In Lin Kaiwei's heart, tens of thousands of grass-mud horses galloped past again.

Dear Al, a person locked in a room for the rest of my life, no partner, no wand, if I don't find something to do for myself, I will really slowly go crazy and soak in memory Bar.Those, my fondest memories.

On Halloween that year, I made jack-o-lanterns with you and tasted the latest pumpkin candy from Duke of Bee.

"Tell me, when we get rid of Muggles and rule the world, will there be commemorative candies in our shape?" I fiddled with those pumpkin candies, peeling off their sugar coating layer by layer, you don't know, Actually I took them for your clothes.

"There it is now." With a wave of your wand, the candy pumpkin turns into two little people.Your Transfiguration has always been so good.You smiled mischievously. That smile was as bright as the morning light and as fresh as the evening wind. You grabbed a candy figurine and took a bite, "So you conquered the world just to be eaten?"

The sly smile on your face, staring at me while casually licking the sugar residue standing on your lips with your tongue, is alluring, and charming.

"Eat me? Then, should I eat you in return?" Under your surprised gaze, I licked your lips, and then you slipped off your robe and took off the white cotton shirt and skinny trousers.I swear, I was very scared at that time, afraid that you would push me away, and then I would not enter your room from now on.You always threaten me with this.

At that time, you were so beautiful and so beautiful that I was willing to try it once.

Although I never believed in Merlin, I was glad that Merlin heard my inner prayer.

We groped awkwardly next to the jack-o-lantern, lying on the pumpkin candies all over the floor, and our robes had been lost for a long time.

Your feeble screams, your flushed skin, and our robes lit by jack-o-lanterns.

We laughed and put out the fire, and you lay down, panting, with your head on my lap as I played with your hair, fingers tangled in it.

We babble about great plans of conquest.

"Hey, how about talking about what's in front of you?" you say.

"what?"

"Christmas gift."

"What do you want? A family of bee dukes?"

"I want a pair of socks."

"sock?"

"You can never have too many socks, right? Remember to embroider your name on the bottom of your feet."

"Why socks? Why embroidered on the soles of the feet."

"Then I can keep you on the bottom of my feet forever."

"Yeah, do you want to do it again?"

"Hey, you can't let me stay down forever, can you?"

Then we groped for each other, messing up the candy again like schoolchildren.

On Saturday morning, Harry woke up very early, or he didn't sleep at all. These days, as long as that strange sound appeared, he would have a splitting headache.He lay in bed thinking for a while about the upcoming Quidditch match.He was a little nervous, mainly because he thought about what Wood, who didn't know whether his career or emotion was going well, would say if Gryffindor lost.To be honest, Wood watched Captain Slytherin gritting his teeth yesterday as creepy.Well, actually the main reason was that he was going to have a match with Draco today.

As soon as the game started, Harry flew to the top of the arena, squinting his eyes to look for the Snitch.Just then, a dark, heavy Bludger came crashing toward him.He hides very dangerously.He felt it mess up his hair as it passed.

George and Fred kept hitting the Bludger away for Harry, but Harry attracted the Bludger like a magnet, and it followed him again.Harry had to fly away at full speed.

"God, Harry, when did you get so attractive. Brother, seduce Bludger, tell him to attack Slytherin?" Harry couldn't tell whether it was George or Fred who was yelling at him. with.

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☆、61 Harry, your Draco is back

How does he know what happened to the bludger that professionally pitted his team for 100 years?It has nothing to do with his charm, does it?Whoever takes care of that bludger all day long as if he was his own parents, how about giving it a few cordial greetings?

It started to rain.Harry felt the rain hit his face so hard that his glasses were clouded.The mad Bludger was doing everything it could to knock Harry down.

Fred once again helped Harry fly the Bludger in front of his nose, successfully maintaining Gryffindor's golden baby's pretty little face.

"Well done, Fred, give him another hard hit." George was flying on Harry's other side, keeping an eye on the Bludger, making sure Harry was safe.

Fred called a timeout on Wood, which obviously didn't help, and the Bludger was still going crazy.

"Don't protect me, I will avoid it myself. We can only lose the game if this goes on." Harry said.

"Okay," Wood said with determination, "Fred, George, you heard what Harry said—leave him alone, let him deal with Bludgers alone."

It was raining harder now, and Harry climbed higher and higher.He somersaults in the air, flies in waves, throws, twists and turns, ups and downs, trying to avoid the pursuit of the Bludger.

In the rain and fog, a touch of gold made him panic instantly.

Ah!

A second of staying is still too long.The Bludger finally hit him, smashing his elbow.

Harry felt like his arm was broken.His right arm dangled uselessly to the side.The Bludger came after him for a second attack, this time aiming at his chest without giving Harry a chance to react.

With a deafening bang, this time, the Bludger smacked hard against the shoulder of Draco, who flew over to protect Harry.

They hugged each other and fell straight to the ground.Pain overwhelmed Harry, and he heard what seemed to be a mixture of whistling and shouting from far away.

Harry awoke to find himself lying on the hospital bed with tingling pain in his arm.He seemed to have a bit of a problem with Quidditch, having to come to the medical wing after every match.By the way, Draco,

The door of the ward was knocked open at this moment, and the rest of the Gryffindor team came to visit Harry, although they were all wet and dirty.

"Incredible flight, Harry," said George. "It was a draw, and both teams of Seekers were dead, so the game couldn't be played. At least if we can win Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw." , the championship is still hopeful."

They brought cake, sugar, and jars of pumpkin syrup.They gathered around Harry's bed and began to discuss how to hold a celebration party.At this point, Madam Pomfrey came over angrily, yelling, "He needs to rest, he has 33 bones growing back! Get out!"

"Ma'am, Draco, I mean how is Malfoy?" Harry grabbed Pomfrey's sleeve, his tone was worried, but he stammered because of nervousness.

"Malfoy? Next door, he's the same as you, you've got a shattered arm, a comminuted fracture of your foot, he's got a shattered shoulder, a hit to the head, a slight concussion, but nothing serious, just needs a little more sleep. Merlin Bless you, why do you like such a dangerous sport? If you want me to say, you are all asking for it.” Madam Pomfrey scolded, but the movements of her hands were extremely gentle, “Be careful, young man, go to the library Read a book, or go for a walk by the Black Lake, why bother to do such a dangerous sport."

When Madam Pomfrey pushed the medical cart out, she didn't forget to turn her head and warn Harry not to get out of bed and walk around at will, otherwise he would never be able to walk properly again in his life.Don't bother Malfoy next door, he is still asleep and needs to rest.This completely dispelled Harry's idea of ​​smuggling to the next door.

Hours later, Harry awoke from the darkness, screaming out in pain.During the day, it was just the pain of the shattering of the trousers, and it was over by being brave, but tonight, the sound that tortured him so much that he couldn't sleep soundly appeared again.Painkillers and sleeping pills don't work at all. Does the medical wing also sell fake medicines?

Afraid of waking up Draco next door, Harry could only wrap his head tightly in the quilt, biting his fists and whimpering against the pain.Just tossing like that, barely fell asleep.Well, in fact, he didn't know whether he was asleep or fainted from the pain.

At that moment, he thought it was the pain that woke him up.Then, with a chill that felt like falling into an ice cellar, he became aware that someone was swirling a sponge and dabbing his brow.Draco?

Across the wall, the long-term cold war made Draco unable to hold on anymore. On the other side of the wall, Harry’s sobbing made him unable to sleep. If the former self heard this sound, he should rush to In the past, but at this moment, to him, it was full of repulsion and disgust, and even a little pleasure of revenge.

Suddenly, the room next door fell silent, he could only hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...

"Dobby?" Looking at the pair of tennis ball eyes in front of him, Harry just whispered softly, not even a symbolic "Long time no see". Last time at Malfoy Manor, this house elf obviously took the wrong medicine His behavior has already made Harry stay away.

However, Dobby was not the kind of house-elf who would shrink back when faced with difficulties, and use his godlike mind to complete the entire conversation without any room for negotiation.

When Dobby slowly opened his eyes expectantly and looked at him in mild surprise, Harry knew he had done something wrong.Dobby would have to modify and praise himself with all kinds of strange nouns again, and then God would cry with his arms wide open.

Sure enough, after a long list of attributive words, Dobby started to cry Harry down.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he murmured sadly, a tear slipping down his long upturned nose, "and Dobby warned Harry again and again, oh, sir, why don't you listen What about Dobby? Why didn't Harry come home when he missed the train?"

"It's you!" Harry slowed down his speech, and the pain hit his head again like a violent storm, "It was you who stopped us from passing the fence!"

Dobby's lips quivered, and he shook his ugly head back and forth, his bulging eyes grimacing, and said suddenly, "Harry must go home! Dobby thinks his Bludger must enough……"

"Your Bludger?" Harry said, trying to slam his head against the wall with the pain in his head, and he forced himself, "What did you say?Are you trying to get the Bludger to kill me? "

"Not to kill you, sir, never!" said Dobby in shock. "Dobby only wanted to save Harry's life!"

Hearing the low-pitched quarrel on the opposite side, Draco narrowed his eyes at a dangerous angle, wearing a tail ring, is it really strange?It seems that everything happened after wearing it.Grabbing the tail ring on his little finger, Draco gently pulled it off, and gently threw it into his pocket.The moment the tail ring was pulled out, it was overshadowed.

Lifting the sheets, Draco stood up from the bed, he snorted coldly.If Harry was willing to apologize to himself, then he would forgive him for his treachery with the red-haired Weasley, who had obviously led his little black cat to hell, just look at his stupid behavior lately.Our proud little platinum peacock unceremoniously put a huge black pot on Ron Weasley's head without any discussion.

"Better to go home, badly hurt, than stay here, sir! Dobby just wants Harry to be sent home hurt!" Dobby was still babbling, ignoring Harry's face. I don't want to Listen to what you said.

Dobby froze suddenly, his bat ears quivering.

When Draco reached the door of Harry's ward, the voices in the room became very strange.When he broke open the door of the ward and rushed in, Harry actually slammed his head against the corner of the table, scarlet from the lightning scar on his forehead dripped down his cheeks to the ground, and that bloodless face But under the bright red village, it was pale!

"Harry." Draco felt as if someone had strangled his neck and couldn't breathe.His baby, the baby he didn't even want to let him get hurt with a single finger, now unexpectedly!

Draco didn't have time to notice Dobby, who was squatting at the foot of the bed just now, but now disappeared, rushed over and immediately grabbed Harry to prevent him from continuing to self-harm. .

"Kill, hurt, kill, kill them all. I'll tear you apart." Harry's face twisted, struggling to stop the head-butting behavior.But the tearing torture and weird voice in his head made him just want to kill the source of the pain directly.It wasn't until he held Harry in his arms that Draco realized that his whole body was convulsed with pain, his teeth were clenched indiscriminately, and the blood oozing out was even worse when he shook his head wildly during the struggle.

"Harry, wake up, Harry." With a tearing heart, Draco kept kissing Harry's hair, trying to calm him down, trying to hold him in his arms, trying to stop his madness Behavior. And because of fear, even the hand holding him was trembling.

Harry only felt that there was darkness in front of him, and the pain in his head that was about to explode made him just want to bump his head.The last time, the last time the pain was this severe, was when Filch's cat had an accident.Something must have happened again.Harry's eyes suddenly became flustered and desperate, and the cramping pain made him almost make the teachers and students scream.

Suddenly, Harry shuddered, the voice in his head disappeared, and the pain that seemed to be pulled out suddenly disappeared.He leaned into Draco's arms, shivering.

As footsteps approached the door, Dumbledore came to the ward, wearing a long woolen robe and a nightcap, with a serious expression, holding the head of what looked like a statue in his hand.Professor McGonagall appeared behind, carrying the thing by its feet.Together they put it on the bed.

Madam Pomfrey turned pale when she saw Colin like this.After the examination, she turned her back and sobbed softly.

Colin wanted to see Harry, but was attacked on the way, and his camera left nothing helpful, but a burnt pungent smell.

"McGonagall, I'm afraid it was really opened." The long smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, and his face was serious.

Professor McGonagall looked terrified.

After learning about Harry's headache, Pomfrey and Dumbledore took turns checking Harry, but they couldn't detect what was causing his pain.But surprise flashed in Dumbledore's eyes when Harry said he often heard strange noises.He repeatedly told Harry to notify him immediately if this happened again.

"Principal." Draco came out of the ward and stopped Dumbledore, "I have something for you."

"Really? McGonagall, you go first." Shaking his silver-white beard, Dumbledore's eyes under his half-moon glasses were full of inquiry.

Draco tensed his nerves and was always ready, without saying a word, he put his hand into his pocket, took out the tail ring, and slowly spread his palm in front of Dumbledore, successfully seeing the one-day-old The surprised expression of the silly old fox in evening clothes.

Next, there should be a series of interrogations. Don't even think about it. With the knowledge and experience of the headmaster, the old lunatic, he must be able to see the weirdness of this ring.

"Where did you get it?" Dumbledore picked up Draco's tail ring and looked at it carefully under the light.

Hmph, no comment, do I want to tell you that I bought it in the alley.This old lunatic who has long been unhappy with Slytherin will definitely throw him into Azkaban for a lifetime.Of course, Dad wouldn't let that happen, he wouldn't even try to fish himself out of Azkaban, and Dad would make a nice interception before the old madman took him to court.

"You must want me to ask this question, right?" The old fox laughed happily, his eyes were drawn into a line.

Hearing such a godly reply, Draco's head was full of black lines.

"Okay, boy," Dumbledore said softly as he touched the head of the little platinum nobleman for the first time, "I'm glad you still trust me, and I'm even more proud of your good observation ability. This one There's something wrong with the ring, and I'll help you fix it."

"Okay, it's time for you to rest." Dumbledore clapped his hands, breaking the tranquility and relaxing the atmosphere, "Children will not grow tall if they go to bed too late." The old man in a woolen robe turned around and left The footsteps instantly seemed particularly brisk and satisfied.

Yarn, what is the child, what is not tall, and what does that mean?To coax children?

After regaining his composure, Draco couldn't help but shouted suddenly, seeing the relaxed back of the 'old lunatic', "Return it to me after you've solved the problem. It's a gift from Harry! Don't take it for yourself. .”

"..."

The author has something to say: Well, although the update is late, I still come to update.Today, grandma used the computer to watch Taiwanese dramas for another day.But she went back to her hometown at night, and it won't happen tomorrow

☆、62 Small Theater: Miserable life begins with encountering a pervert 1

Speaking of Gerald Lockhart, Lin Kaiwei felt a headache. Back then, he was a cheap hand.He must have made some mistakes in his previous life, so he was punished by Merlin to meet this pervert who was duplicity.No wonder the first half of his life went so smoothly. It turned out that the ups and downs of his life started when he met Gerald Harold, a pervert who was one set of people and another set of others...

At that time, he had just graduated and stayed in school to teach.On a morning in early autumn, the air is filled with the unique fragrance of autumn fruits.A young, energetic, tall and handsome boy stood on the empty playground, raised his index finger slightly, picked up the touch of red that fell on the ground, smiled sweetly, and time stopped immediately.A gust of wind blows, and the fiery maple leaves swirl and fall off the branches.The autumn wind was blowing the boy's temples, as if whispering to him.The black-haired boy stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying spark elf, and slowly closed his palms. In the lines of the crossed palms, the maple leaf lay quietly... Uh, it was crushed.Well, crushed.

"Is there any mistake? One of my teaching assistants was actually asked to come and clean up the fallen leaves." Lin Kaiwei threw the fallen leaves on the ground hard, but there was no sound.

"Professor Lin Kaiwei, please go to the principal's office immediately. Assistant teacher Lin Kaiwei, please go to the principal's office immediately." The boring female voice on the radio was like a savior to Lin Kaiwei, and he ran to the office without hesitation.Picking up fallen leaves, whoever wants to do it, will do it well.

"Assistant Professor Lin, Assistant Professor Li, this is Mr. Gerald Lockhart, winner of the Medal of Merlin, famous writer, and adventurer. It is an honor to visit our school." Mr. Principal bowed his knees with a flattering expression.

"Hello, please take care of me." A man in purple with blond curly hair greeted seriously in Chinese with a strange accent.

"These two are our school's teaching assistants, Lin Kaiwei and Li Chacha."

He was wearing a black retro bowler hat, and his mysterious purple robe was very textured, but the buttons were not fully buttoned, revealing a section of his white chest, and his thin red lips were partly parted, revealing his neat and white teeth.Lockhart lightly touched Li Chacha's with his slender fingers, pulled her hand up, and chanted in a deep and magnetic voice: "It's really straight and beautiful hair, your heart must be the same. This hair is the same, straight and beautiful." After speaking, he tilted his head playfully, revealing his deep dimples.That poetic prophecy intoxicated Li Chacha like wine, and this pretty woman blushed and turned her head shyly.

Lin Kaiwei looked at Lockhart's sincere expression, and was speechless for a while, this guy can really make up, is this a habit in foreign countries?

"Hello, Assistant Professor Lin. May I call you Kaiwei." Lockhart stretched out his hand to the dazed Lin Kaiwei.

"Um." Lin Kaiwei, who came back to his senses, was taken aback, but he was not rude at all. The corners of his mouth raised fifteen degrees, and he held Lockhart's hand, "Yes, that's my honor."

"Mr. Lockhart came to China this time to collect writing materials. Let Lin Kaiwei take Mr. Lockhart to visit the campus." The principal glanced at Li Chacha, who was completely enthralled, and made a correct decision .

"That would be wonderful." Lockhart showed his white teeth again, his thin eyebrows raised high, and he smiled broadly.

"This is the West School Building, which has a history of more than 100 years. It has been through wind and rain, but it has never collapsed." Under the breeze, in the huge building complex combining Chinese and Western, the blonde with bronzed hair and brown Black hair floating in the sun.Lin Kaiwei's face was full of pride and smiles, as if the whole school belonged to him.Yes, although there are some shortcomings, but this is still his alma mater for more than ten years.

"By the way, does Kaiwei know martial arts?"

"What?" Lin Kaiwei looked a little surprised.

"Martial arts. Martial arts that Chinese people know well, flying over the roof and walls, sweeping thousands of troops." Lockhart's blue body bent slightly because of excitement, like a blue lake, full of excitement, "Qinggong, It’s amazing that you can fly without a broom. It’s been decided a long time ago, if you come to China, you must see it.”

Ah, that, foreigners misunderstood China because of various martial arts movies and novels. If everyone would fly over the wall, then the Chinese wizarding world would not be bullied so badly by Japan during World War II.As for Qinggong, I don't even know if he ever existed.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know how to do it." Lin Kaiwei flipped his hair from his forehead to the back of his head due to the wind, with a trace of helplessness in his tone.

"Ah!" The surroundings suddenly turned into darkness, and a beam of light hit Lockhart's body. He covered his face with his hands in pain, and crystal tears leaked from his fingers, "So I don't know martial arts. I'm sorry, Lin Assistant, I hit your sore spot. I didn't know it was, and said such rude words. You must be very pitiful."

Lin Kaiwei was at a loss as to what this guy was talking about.

Suddenly, the pale angular face suddenly approached, and Lockhart solemnly placed his hand on Lin Kaiwei's shoulder: "No