[Deha] World Starlight

I Can Be Magic" today from 10:00 am to 4:00 pm.

Lily looked around at the witches who were around her age... She was so bored that she covered her mouth and yawned, then said to Harry, "Baby, do you think Draco has already been here?"

Now Harry finally knew what was wrong with him all the way. It had been a long time since the autograph session started, and Harry ran to the team anxiously and asked a witch who looked very excited: "Did something happen just now? I mean..."

"Oh, yes!" The witch answered Harry's question very simply, then looked at Harry's expression that I still wanted to know more about, and couldn't help but continued, "Just now, little Lolo pulled Neville ·Longbottom took a photo together, and gave him a full set of autographed books, a full set! That child is so happy..."

Harry swallowed, and Lily quietly made a "vomit" motion behind Harry. She obviously couldn't accept the, er, loving title of "Little Lolo".

"Then, for some reason, the two men fought, and the cauldron was flying all over the sky, and then they were pulled away by a bearded giant..."

It's Hagrid.Harry asked again, "How long has this been going on?"

"A dozen or twenty minutes," the witch looked at the long queue ahead, and asked Harry, "My little friend, is there anything else you want to know?"

"that's all, thanks."

Harry walked back to Lily and saw that she already had the only book he wanted to buy.He can't quite describe his current mood, it's very complicated... Even if Dumbledore finds that Merlin will set him up for whatever he wants to do, he will have complicated feelings.

"Ah..." Harry just sighed, and saw a little light gold flashing across the shop opposite, and then just when he wanted to take a closer look, Draco pushed the door and came out.

"Good afternoon, Mama Lily." The first thing Draco did when he came over was to say hello to Lily in a gentlemanly way, and then he punched Harry on the shoulder, "You came early enough. "He said with some yin and yang.

I don't want to either!Harry was about to cry in his heart, but on the surface he still had to act as if nothing had happened. He handed Draco the ice cream that had already melted a little in his hand, and when Draco looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched. Make an innocent laugh.

Draco suddenly felt that he had punched the cotton, and after sighing imperceptibly, he asked the question again: "Why are you here so late?"

"The subway is a bit slow." Harry scooped out a big scoop of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Have you bought everything yet?"

Draco shook his head and said, "No, I only bought books and a broom, and the rest are waiting for you to come and go."

"Nimbus 2001?" Draco nodded as soon as Harry asked, "I saw it when I came here, it's pretty cool!"

After chatting for a while Harry realized that Draco hadn't mentioned what had happened before.Well, if you don't think about it from the direction of the diary, it would be embarrassing for Lucius to be blackened by the book, after all, as an elder...

Thinking of this, Harry felt a little less entangled in his heart, and he was trying his best to control himself not to take advantage of Voldemort's horns.

There are still some effects.

Next, Harry and Draco happily ate ice cream and strolled in the alley, browsed the dazzling array of shop windows, bought spare quills, parchment and letter paper, and replenished some necessary potions, such as black Beetle eyes or something.

They wandered around Diagon Alley all afternoon and did not separate until two o'clock in the afternoon.Harry originally wanted to ask Draco how to get home, but he immediately dismissed the idea, because he saw the same light golden color waiting for him in the middle of the road, but he didn't see any injuries on his face, but his expression looked terrible That's all.

Harry was taken back to the Leaky Cauldron by Lily, and they and a few small packages had to Floo home.It cannot be denied that this method made Harry feel a little bit of comfort in time.

Time seemed to pass faster after returning from Diagon Alley, or the whole vacation seemed to pass so quickly, and Harry felt that he hadn't done anything yet and school was about to start.

During the rest of the vacation, Harry tried his best not to think about the diary, although the big reason was that he was powerless now, so he could only persuade himself not to be obsessed.Of course, most of the time he persuaded himself that this matter would find room for change at the end like last semester, and the lowest guarantee was that he had never lost at this time before, so he was willing to believe that Neville would not lose either. .

On the last night at home, Lily cooked a table full of sumptuous dinners, all according to Harry's taste. The last dish was the honey pudding that made people drool, and Lily's specialty apple pie.Before going to bed at night, Lily brought Harry a large cup of hot cocoa for him, saying it would help him sleep.

Speaking of which, since she came back from Diagon Alley, Lily started to change the milk into hot cocoa every night, and Harry was very reluctant at first, but if Lily would consider the thoughts of the two men in the family on such a matter, she would not Lily Evans - she squeezed Harry's thin little arm, said nothing, just sneered, stuffed the cup into his hand, and turned away.

Harry felt a little numbness in his arm, and he couldn't help looking at James who was sitting on the sofa... James raised his eyebrows at Harry, then he straightened his left hand, made a fist, bent back, and silently looked at Harry. Show off your muscular biceps.

Harry: "..."

At this moment, he realized that words are empty, and only actions are the manifestation of thoughts—so he lifted his cup and raised his head, and drank half of the cup of hot cocoa.

James looked at the brown marks on both sides of his son's mouth, and finally couldn't hold on to the majesty of a loving father who had been tense. He put his hands on his forehead, smiled and rejoiced that he had such a happy family.

Harry took small sips of cocoa from his cup when he suddenly remembered something.

It was Harry's second day back from Diagon Alley, and James beckoned him over as soon as he got to the dinner table in the morning.Harry walked over, and when he looked down, he saw the Daily Prophet in James' hand...

"This kid is Neville Longbottom?" James stared at the photo carefully. "Compared to the man next to him, he is really small."

Harry felt a pain in his heart, he knew that James was just saying that casually, and he knew that it was very different now - but when he heard James say "really small", his nose sore, a little want to cry.He didn't know if anyone would say "this kid looks so small" after seeing the photo of himself and Lockhart before, and he didn't know where his desire to cry came from It came... He just felt a sense of grievance suddenly in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was because of Neville Longbottom or Harry Potter.

"Harry, you and this kid are classmates." James turned a page of the newspaper and said, "Although you are not from the same academy, if you can help him with anything, please help him."

Harry calmed down, and felt that he was not so excited before he nodded and agreed, "Dad, I know."

——I help him, just like he once helped me.Just like he and I once wanted to kill Voldemort and avenge our family.I help him because he is the Harry Potter of this world and I am the Neville Longbottom of another.

At the same time, when Harry nodded, a strong thought suddenly came to his mind-that is, he can't say it, he can't say it at any time, and he can't say it to anyone!You can't talk about him, and if you can, don't let your parents know the double possibility behind that prophecy.

All this, good or bad, cruelty or sacrifice, let him do it.There is a Sirius Black and a Harry Potter in this world. Since Merlin has given him favor, let him shoulder what he should do.

On the pitch-black sky, every star is desperately emitting light. Suddenly, in an instant, the moon is covered by a small piece of cloud, and the light emitted by the stars is more clearly reflected in people's eyes.The light emitted by Sirius is strong and inclusive. Under it, there are two stars next to each other, one on the left and one on the right. Although one is bright and the other is dark, they also reflect each other's twinkle.

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Do your best to obey the destiny

-"The Doctrine of the Mean"

☆、In the situationⅢ

If you bring a little wizard who cannot use magic, then the road to King's Cross Station must be the most difficult road for wizards, because Platform Nine and Three Quarters cannot Apparate, let alone they bring With so much luggage.

On this section of the road where magic cannot be used, wizards can only rely on the reliable and unreliable Knight Bus in addition to the various means of transportation developed by the Muggles.

Harry didn't want to take the Knight Bus to the station at all, but he didn't want to take the Tube even more.One must know that no one would fail to look at him while sitting on the crowded subway with a snow owl!But there is no way, the Ministry of Magic's long-planned investigation has finally started under a series of preparations.Thanks to Merlin, except for the clerical staff who have to work in the office, everyone has been arrested. The most incomprehensible thing for him is that it is fine for the Auror office to rush to the front, why the trivial Yamen of Sirius is also out Two people go!You know, there are only three of them.

Because the Knight Bus sprinted bravely in the traffic flow, the feathers on Hedwig's wings were inserted through the gap in the cage within 3 minutes of getting on the bus.It flapped its wings vigorously, and every time the car accelerated, it screamed angrily, so that Harry didn't know how to comfort him.

"Okay, okay." Harry stretched a finger through the gap in the cage and smoothed the hair on Hedwig's round head, and said softly, "We're almost there."

I have to say that the only advantage of the Knight Bus is its speed. Five minutes later, Harry stepped on the ground he missed safely, feeling a little dizzy.After that, Lily led him across the road to find the luggage trolley, put the luggage away, checked again that Hedwig's cage was firmly inserted on the top of the box before pushing the trolley, and then pushed the trolley slowly into the station.

Harry was pushing the cart, and Lily was walking beside him and talking to him. There were people coming and going in the station, and most of them seemed in a hurry. A burly guard was in charge of supervising order and answering people's questions.Harry and Lily walked towards the partition wall between platforms nine and ten while chatting, their pace quickened a lot—the next second, they disappeared.Pedestrians are still passing through endlessly. Many people disappear here at this time of year, but no one has ever noticed.

After Harry and Lily disappeared, no, to be precise, they reached their target point after passing through the wall, platform nine and three-quarters.Harry looked up at the clock. The time displayed on it was 45:15, and the car would leave in [-] minutes.

Harry turned his head from left to right without seeing the person he was looking for, then he pushed the luggage cart closer to the train, and within a few steps he heard the sound of knocking on the window glass in front of him.Harry pushed the car and trotted over, Draco smiled at him from behind the glass, then pointed his right hand against the glass and pointed back.

When Harry reached the car door, Draco was waiting for him by the door. Harry handed the suitcase up first, and then got into the car with another small box and cage.

"There are still about 10 minutes to drive." Lily looked at Harry, her mother and child's eyes were mixed with reluctance and expectation, "Best journey, Harry. I also wish you and Draco a smooth new semester."

"Thank you, Mom." Harry said with a smile, and then waved his hand at Lily, "Be careful on the way home, the car is too fast. Besides, my dad is busy recently, so don't be angry if he comes back late or doesn't have time to accompany you .”

Lily couldn't help laughing at this, and Harry thought he saw a smile and an accusation of his partiality to James in her eyes.

"Go in quickly, someone will say that you are blocking the way." Lily waved them away.

Harry threw himself at the window as soon as he got into the car and put the suitcase down.Just as he thought, Lily was standing directly opposite the car window, looking at them and laughing.At this time, there were only 8 minutes left before the train left. Harry glanced at Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley who had just entered the platform, and saw that there was no one following behind them——

As expected...

Lily casually chatted with Harry and Draco, talking about taking care of herself and eating well at school, which are nothing new but always warm.It wasn't until the train whistled a long whistle that Lily took a few steps back, still looking at Harry and Draco in the window with a smile.

Harry finally put his right hand to his lips and blew Lily a kiss before driving off, and Lily blew a quick kiss back.Then the train started slowly, Lily just stood there and didn't catch up a few steps, but Harry had a feeling that she would always be there waiting for him.

He blinked, feeling sweet and sour in his heart.

Everything is peaceful, whether it's the view from the window or the moving train.Harry bought some food when the salesperson came, and then someone knocked on the cubicle door at about twelve o'clock, and then the door was pushed open as soon as Harry said "please come in" up.Harry felt that the people outside the door must be in a hurry.

The person outside the door was Hermione, followed by a sadder little red-haired girl who Harry recognized as Ginny.Hermione swallowed the "hello" after looking at the people in the room, and asked directly, "Harry, have you seen Neville and Ron?"

"Neville? Didn't see it," Harry said, and then asked Hermione in some confusion, "What happened to them?"

"We couldn't find them. We found them here from the first car—none of them, and neither did Ginny, oh, she's Ron's sister." Hermione finished talking, her delicate eyebrows frowned, with Visibly anxious and concerned, she said, "...Harry, I suspect the two of them are not in the car."

Startled, Harry quickly said no.

"We searched the entire train! There is no sign of the two of them in every carriage, toilet!" Hermione shook her head and sighed, "I won't bother you, let's go look elsewhere Bundle."

Harry remained in a state of surprise until Hermione closed the door. Draco saw him like this, smiled and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes: "What's the matter, the soul is gone."

"What are you talking about?" Harry patted Draco's hand away, rolled his eyes in order not to let him continue the topic, and asked suddenly, "By the way, what happened to you and Hermione? She came in and acted like there was no Same as you."

"A little thing." The smile on Draco's face disappeared suddenly. He didn't expect Harry to be so sensitive, which caught him off guard, "It was the day we went to Diagon Alley, before you even got to the bookstore. Verbal altercation. It was nothing, but then my father and Arthur Weasley got into it a little bit."

"Ron's father?" Harry pretended not to know, and Draco nodded. "Comparatively, I am more concerned about why you had a verbal argument with them, um." Harry said again.

"Sarcasm is my strong point, isn't it?" Draco sneered, but he didn't expect that Harry knew him better than he thought, or knew a lot more than he thought.

"Because of that photo? Neville took a photo with Gilderoy Lockhart," Harry said sharply.

Draco raised his hands up, spread them out, and made a surrendered expression, and pointed to the food on the table as he said to Harry: "Okay, let's eat."

They arrive at the station when it is completely dark.

"First years come here!" The burly Hagrid stood on the other side of the platform, waving to the panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

Harry and Draco followed the rest of the school down a rough path.Harry saw Hermione in the crowd, she still had a worried expression on her face.

At the end of the road was a large level field where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students, each drawn by a Thestral - Harry looked slightly surprised when he saw the carriages With a look, his pupils contracted slightly, depicting the skinny body of the Thestral and the bat-like wings in front of the carriage - but shouldn't it be?Thestrals cannot be seen by anyone who has not witnessed death.

Although Harry was full of doubts in his heart, he didn't show it.He and Draco walked to the nearest carriage, and the carriage closed the door after they entered the carriage, and it stumbled all the way, which was fine, but there was a faint musty and straw smell in the carriage, which made Draco I can't stand it.

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast iron gates. Behind the iron gates, Harry saw the brightly lit castle and the towers hidden in the night that were not so clear.There are many stone pillars on both sides of the door, and there are winged wild boar stone statues on the top of the stone pillars.

All the students disembarked at the Hogwarts gates, and walked the long way, up the stone steps, through the huge oak door, into the deep vestibule.The torches were brightly lit in the vestibule, and a group of people creaked into the auditorium.

Today is a fine day, and the ceiling of the auditorium is full of stars.

People sat down at long tables representing their colleges.Harry glanced at the teacher's bench, Dumbledore's long silver beard and half-moon glasses were shining in the candlelight, and Lockhart was wearing a water-green robe, looking like a stale dish .The thought of food made Harry even hungrier.

The expressionless Snape glanced at Harry, but Professor McGonagall said something to him, and he stood up and walked out of the auditorium with Professor McGonagall.

Ten minutes or more later, Professor McGonagall walked in with the new students alone, and the sorting ceremony began.But Harry was so hungry that he couldn't concentrate on the lengthy sorting, he could only clap when the rest of the Slytherins started clapping.

When the branch was almost over with the last few people, Professor Snape walked in.Perhaps it was because the angle of his robe flew too far, or maybe the starry sky above his head was too beautiful, Harry felt that the expression on his face looked a little happy—he thought about it, and probably understood why Professor McGonagall Called him out, Hermione must have told Professor McGonagall about Neville and Ron, but Professor McGonagall, who was still in charge of the first year, didn't have time, so she handed the matter over to Snape.

Snape walked up to Professor McGonagall and said something to her, and Harry noticed that Professor McGonagall's lips tightened immediately.Professor McGonagall handed Snape the parchment with his name on it, walked up to the teacher's table and said something to Dumbledore, then turned around and walked out the door quickly.

The sorting went on in Snape's dead but slightly magnetic voice, and ended in a few minutes, before Dumbledore called the table open after congratulating and a short, characteristically stylized remark.In an instant all the tables were filled with various food containers, and Dumbledore and Snape left the Great Hall.

"Okay." Harry reached for a chicken leg, "It's also a sign that Neville and Ron are fine."

There was obviously more about Neville and Ron being okay, and Harry heard all kinds of speculation on the Slytherin table about the Boy Who Lived and his little follower-apparently, under the leadership of Secretary Black, they The Muggle car was transformed very well, the stealth system that has been improved many times did not fail, and Neville and Ron were not discovered by the Muggles.

But George and Fred at the Gryffindor table had already guessed that they were coming by car.

Twenty minutes later, Dumbledore, Snape, and Professor McGonagall came back together. Everyone wanted to see if the two "legendary figures" were following them, but they were disappointed to find that there was nothing behind the professors. No one.

Dinner ended with dessert and Dumbledore's annual talk about Quidditch selection and the emphasis on the Forbidden Forest, and the Gryffindor students swarmed out of the Great Hall with almost overwhelming enthusiasm.The calm Slytherins scoffed at the childish performance of the irrational lions, and left the auditorium one by one slowly, showing them a comparison.

Harry and Draco walked behind the crowd, down the familiar stairs back to the Slytherin dungeon.After they said the password and went in, they first took a general look at the common room. Everything was the same as last year.Then the two climbed up the stairs to the door of their old dormitory. In addition to the previous name plate, there was a sign saying "Second Grade" on the door.Draco opened the door first and walked in. The two flannel-draped four-poster beds were still joined together.Their suitcases were already in the house.

Harry looked at the open window, which saw the Black Lake."Suddenly, I really miss this place," he said.

"Me too." Draco looked at Harry with a smile in his eyes.

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Don't hide from someone who is all for you

——Sentence hand eight means that sentences are really difficult to make

☆、Do what you want Ⅰ

On the first day of school, the weather became not so good, because the auditorium was a little dark because of the cloudy weather.Harry looked up at the dark and light gray sky, brought a bowl of porridge, some pickled herring and bacon sandwiched between slices of bread, and gave Draco one first.

"Thank you." Draco took a bite of Harry's simple hamburger, and suddenly heard a crisp "boom" from the side, as if something had fallen into the water - he tilted his head and saw Pan Xi looked at the book in his hand with a strange smile on his face, completely unaware that his spoon fell back into the bowl from his mouth.

Harry looked up and glanced: "That vampire book." After he finished speaking, he took a sip of porridge, "I have to admit that our new professor is really a powerful novelist and an excellent businessman. I can't figure out how much he sold yesterday. book."

Draco nodded approvingly.He picked up the milk jug and poured himself a glass of milk, then another for Harry.Hard-working couriers rushed into the auditorium just as he put the milk jug back on the table.They circled in mid-air, dropping letters and packages into the conversing crowd.

Harry had nothing to worry about, he took a sip of milk in a daze, and just swallowed half a sip when he was choked up by the sudden explosion: "Ahem——"

"Ron Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed against the wall.Draco picked up a handkerchief and helped Harry wipe the milk off his chin, like a wizard who was never a clean freak.

"Sorry, I—" Harry coughed again, "I was in a hurry."

"Well," Draco held back a smile, "I know." Because Draco, who didn't eat or drink at critical moments, maintained his image.It was the first time in his life that he saw the roaring letter with his own eyes. He glanced at the Gryffindor long table from the corner of his eye. Now everyone in the auditorium was looking up at it like a meerkat. Advantage watched with ease.

Mrs. Weasley, who roared Ron's full name, took a long breath, and then the continuous explosion echoed in the strong ancient castle.

Harry really didn't expect Ron to receive the shouting letter. They obviously hadn't been discovered, so naturally they wouldn't cause others to work overtime, Mr. Weasley deducted wages, and they didn't hit the Whomping Willow School property - but traditional Mrs. Weasley didn't think so.The whole of Hogwarts listened to her reprimanding Ron for not knowing the seriousness, saying that it was nothing wrong, what if something happened!Asked if he thought about his parents and Neville's family...

Harry turned his head and glanced at the messy table in front of Ron through the gap between the two of them, shook his head and took a big bite of the burger.

— Mrs. Weasley's voice became very soft at the end.She congratulated her youngest daughter on entering Gryffindor as the roar stopped and the reverberation dissipated, and everyone's buzzing ears returned to normal.After the howling letter burned itself and turned to ashes on the Gryffindor table, Neville and Ron still sat there, their faces as red as a winter fireplace.

The silence lasted for about a few minutes, and then the voices gradually resounded.Harry picked up the porridge bowl and took a sip, feeling that his whole body was much warmer after eating the hot porridge.At this time, the professors of various colleges began to distribute the schedules for the new semester. After Harry thanked Snape, he got a cold snort, but he didn't care.

"Oh, the first class is Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Pansy said excitedly.Harry noticed that her porridge had not been touched, the spoon was still in the same position as before, and the book had turned several pages.

"Seriously, Pansy, I think you should say 'the first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts'! I really don't understand what's so good about that vase in a rotten disheveled suit." said Graham Pritchard grimly.He had always been mean in Harry's memory, but today he liked his meanness!

"He's won the Wizards Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile five times!" Pansy said exasperatedly.

"Oh yeah, if I laughed like him I'd get it ten times. You see the crow's feet when he smiles? He's only in his 40s?"

"I forbid you to slander him like that! He's only 32!"

"A 32-year-old man who loves vanity and thinks he's a friend of women? I can understand that witches who are as old as my mother like him, but one as young as you, tsk..." Harry really stood up when he heard this. Pritchard's impulse to applaud, that "tsk" is really full of sarcasm!But Harry didn't, he just glanced over and gave a thumbs up the moment his eyes met.Pritchard nodded to Harry.

"If you ask me," Draco took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, which was actually very clean, and then said with a smile, "Why don't you decide whether you like him or not after taking his class, you know you can write a book People don’t necessarily make good professors.”

"He'll be a good professor!" Pansy said firmly, put the book together, got up and left.

"Well," Draco ignored Pansy, who seemed to him to be making trouble for no reason.He looked at the timetable and said in surprise, "Why do we still have lessons with Gryffindor?"

"Who knows." Harry forked a piece of bacon between the slices of bread.

Harry and Draco stepped on the class bell until they reached the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and the front was crowded with people.When Draco approached, he realized that most of the people gathered there were Gryffindors. A very short first year was taking a photo with Longbottom and Lockhart, and everyone else was watching.

"Hmph." Draco was about to say something when he felt Harry pat him. He looked over and found that Harry had compared the thumbs and index fingers of both hands to eights, and then flipped one hand to connect the thumbs to the other. The index fingers of one hand faced each other, and finally turned into a camera looking at him.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to take a photo of you." Harry smiled slyly. "First take a picture of you alone, and then we will take a group photo." At this time, Lockhart had already walked into the classroom with Neville under his arms. At the door, Draco looked at Neville and Harry next to him, and laughed out of his originally stern face.He reached out and rubbed Harry's head, and said as he walked forward, "Come on, class is over."

Harry followed, looking at Draco who was still smiling at the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help saying, "Well, you look the best when you smile."

Draco's ears turned red.

After entering the classroom, Harry asked Draco to find a seat first, then he dug in his pocket and took out a small piece of parchment.He took the small piece of parchment and walked directly towards Lockhart who was on the podium, trying to put on a shy and respectful expression on his face: "Professor Lockhart, my mother likes you and your book very much." , she knows you're going to teach me and she's super excited, so, uh, can you sign me?" Sorry mom.

Lockhart grinned and showed his white teeth again, picked up the parchment in Harry's hand and picked up a quill pen to write his signature.

"Thank you, Professor!" Harry happily returned to his seat with his autograph in his hands. Draco picked up the parchment and looked at it, and asked, "Why do you want his autograph?"

"Don't you think the most important thing among all professors is his signature?" Harry took out the seven books in his schoolbag and put them on the table, "I want to borrow a book from the restricted area, about wandless magic , I am very interested in the fact that it is mentioned in the book you sent me."

"Oh." Draco's voice was a little low. At this time, Lockhart clapped his hands to indicate that the class was over, and Harry didn't pay much attention to Draco.

Lockhart picked up Neville's Walking with Trolls and held it up, showing the cover photo of himself blinking (Harry guessed Neville must be sitting in the front row because he couldn't beat Hermione). "I," Lockhart introduced himself with the same smile on the book cover, "Gideroy Lockhart! Order of Merlin Third Class, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of The Wizarding World Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that often, I didn't drive away the Wanlun female ghost with a smile!"

Harry noticed that many girls were staring blankly at his smile, and then took his boring questionnaire with great joy.

Harry didn't even read the test paper carefully. When he looked at the colored questions, he wrote silver and green. His secret ambition was to infect the world with his smile. His greatest achievement was winning the Most Charming Smile Award five times... So he just wrote in the end. There are a few remaining questions that I haven't written, but I don't plan to write them either.Looking at Draco again, he took out his book and read it, and finally handed in the paper as it was handed out.

After collecting everyone's papers, Lockhart re-emphasized his questions and answers while flipping through all the papers at the front, and Harry listened drowsily, until he raised his voice slightly and mentioned Hermione's name — "But Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of hair conditioners —"

"The only [-]% answer sheet! Let's give Gryffindor ten points!" He bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table. "Now, let's get down to business...my My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil the wizarding world has ever known..."

Harry yawned, the brief ringing in his ears muffled Lockhart's voice.By the time he wiped away the physical tears from the corners of his eyes, Lockhart had already lifted the cloth from the cage,

"Cornish elves?" Seamus Finnigan stared at the cage in surprise—a dozen iron-blue Cornish elves were squawking in the cage, like many budgerigars Like arguing.

Harry poked his head out from behind a pile of books, pulled out his wand and held it tightly in his hand, thinking that the big event was coming.

"Nice," said Lockhart playfully, "a Cornish elf just caught."

Seamus couldn't help a sneer that even Lockhart couldn't have thought was a terrified scream.

"Laugh all you want, Seamus." Lockhart looked at Seamus with a smile. "You'll know after a while that they can also be cunning little saboteurs like devils! Now let me see how you deal with them." ’” he said as he opened the cage door—the disaster had begun