Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 19 Howler Letters and Gilderoy Lockhart
The next day Hilbert went to breakfast in the Great Hall, where bowls of porridge, plates of Pickled herring, hills of bread, and plates of eggs and bacon.Harry and Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table, next to Hermione, her copy of Sailing with Vampires open on a milk jug.

Hilbert let out a long yawn.So did Draco. why?Because Astoria is so rowdy.As soon as I got back to the dormitory, I started to toss Hilbert.Compared to his own Alianlina, Hilbert thinks his sister is better than him.I am so sleepy now that I can't even hold a spoon.Daphne on the side quickly scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal and fed it to Hilbert.

"Is the postman coming soon?" The letter from my parents will come soon.Hilbert was sleepy and annoying, but although Draco was sleepy, he didn't bother Astoria, but thought Astoria was cute.Probably because of the relationship of the only child, before going to school, he ran to Shafik Manor every day.There was a commotion overhead.Hundreds of owls flocked in and circled the auditorium, dropping letters and packages into the conversing crowd.A large, bulging package fell beside Malfoy.And Hilbert's Haidongqing Cruise gently put the thing in front of Hilbert and called out.Hilbert stuck a piece of roast beef on a fork and fed it to Cruise.Then he stroked Cruise's head with his hand. "Wow⊙⊙! What a handsome bird! Brother, what kind of bird is this?" Astoria said excitedly.

After eating something, Hilbert said, "This is Hai Dongqing, an eagle. I bought it at the pet shop in Diagon Alley when I was in school."

At this time, another big gray guy fell into Hermione's jug from the ceiling.Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over them.

"Errol!" cried Ron, pulling the wet owl out with its talons.Errol was sprawled on the table with his legs out in the air and a soggy red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh no..." Ron cried out. "It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol lightly with her fingertip. "No...it's that." Ron pointed to the red envelope.The envelope looked normal to Harry, but Ron and Neville seemed to think it was going to explode. "What's the matter?" Harry asked. "She... Mum sent me a Howler letter," said Ron weakly. "You'd better open it, Ron," Neville whispered shyly, "it's worse if you don't open it. Grandma sent it to me once, and I ignored it, and then..." He took a breath. "It's horrible. .”

"Hilbert, is there any way you can temporarily stop that idiot Ron from opening the Howler letter." Draco said with a smirk.

"Try the Imprisonment Curse?" Hilbert also wanted to see Ron's joke.

Ron's attention was all on the letter, and the four corners of the envelope had started to smoke.

"Open it," Neville urged, "only a few minutes"

With trembling hands, Ron carefully took the envelope out of Errol's mouth, trying to open it, but couldn't.

"Bang!" sounded.

The Howler letter exploded.It was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times longer than usual, making the plates and spoons on the table rattle, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening.Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the Howler letter,

The letter took the shape of a mouth.

"Ron Weasley! How dare you steal that car. Your behavior is disgraceful. Your father is now under investigation by the Ministry. It's all your fault." Suddenly the letter flew from the dining table to Ron. En face. "If you are not honest again, we will take you home!" Ron nodded in fright.Then the roaring letter turned to Ginny Weasley again, "Oh, dear Ginny, congratulations on getting into Gryffindor, your dad and I are so proud of you." Ginny lowered her head in shame, indeed, in In this case, it is indeed an embarrassing feeling to be mentioned by one's name.

The roar had stopped, but the ringing was still ringing in my ears.Howler stuck his tongue out at Ron, then tore himself apart.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, after the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone.He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the blinking photo of himself on the cover.

"Me," he said, pointing to his own photo, also winking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, [-]rd Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time Witcher Weekly> Most Charming Smile Award ?? But I don't talk about that, I didn't drive away the female ghost with a smile!"

Hilbert looked around the entire classroom and found that, except for Slytherin and Harry Ron, who were not smiling, the students of the three colleges were all looking at Gilderoy Lockhart like a nympho.

"I see you all bought my full book... great. I thought we'd start with a quiz today. Don't be scared...just to see how you read and understand..." he tweeted After finishing the paper, go back to the podium and say: "I'll give you 10 minutes. Now...start!"

Hilbert took the test paper and took a look: 1.What's Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? 2.What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition? 3.What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement so far? And so on, three full pages, the last question is: 54.When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday gift? Is this something to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts?Could this guy be a liar?
Half an hour later, Lockhart took the test papers and turned them over in front of the class.

"Tsk tsk... Almost no one remembers that I like lilac color the most. I mentioned it in "A Year with the XZ Snowman". A few classmates need to read "Spending a Weekend with Werewolves" carefully... I am in Chapter 12 in the book clearly stated that my ideal birthday present is that all people with magic and non-magic can live in harmony! Wan Lun: a port city in the southwestern part of Thailand.".. 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?? Good girl! Actually one" He turned her paper over, "One hundred! Where's Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione held up a trembling hand. "Good girl!" laughed Lockhart. "Very nice! Ten points for Gryffindor!
Turning to Hilbert's paper, Lockhart was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Great, who is Hilbert? Great! Slytheringa ten points."

"What did you write?" Daphne said with a puzzled expression.

"I'm writing that I have a case of good gin, but I have no place to put it. Please dispose of it to the professor."

"Now... beware! I am on a mission to teach you to defend yourself against the worst things the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not Any harm will come. All I ask is that you remain calm." "I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said under his breath, "that would piss them off!"

The class held their breaths, and Lockhart lifted the hood.

"That's right," he said playfully, "a Cornish elf just caught.

"Well, they're not...they're not very...dangerous, are they?" Seamus breathlessly laughed.

"Well," said Lockhart loudly, "see what you do with them!" He opened the cage door.

It's a mess now.The elf flies around like a rocket.Two of them grabbed Neville by the ear and lifted him up.A few others rushed out of the window and threw broken glass all over the back row of the classroom.The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhino.They grabbed ink bottles and splashed them all over the class, ripped books and papers to shreds, tore down pictures on the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and dumped books 1 Cornwall.English county name.
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57 - Bags and textbooks thrown through broken windows.After a few minutes, half the class had ducked under the desks, and Neville was swinging from the chandelier. "Come on, round them up, round them up, they're just little elves," cried Lockhart.Rolling up his sleeves, he waved his wand and bellowed, "Pescipixi Pesternomi!"

To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window as well.Lockhart gasped, ducked under the lectern table, and was nearly knocked over by Neville, as the chandelier gave way and fell in almost the same second.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone rushed out desperately.In the relative silence that followed, Lockhart straightened up and said, "Ah, I ask you to put the rest of you in cages." He walked out of the classroom ahead of them, locking the door behind him.

"Is there any spell?" Someone shouted.

The three of Hilbert and Daphne Hermione pulled out their wands at the same time and shouted "All petrified."

Neville, who was hanging, said helplessly, "Why is it always me?"

　Why do I always have so few recommended votes?

　　Why is it that I always don't have a monthly pass?

　　Why is it always me—there is no reward at all?

　　Just give some.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)