Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 51 Gilderoy Lockhart

"I'm such a good man."

In the empty dormitory, Klein interrupted the magic transmission with a smile, and returned his attention to his book.

Voldemort is still too weak now, if I don't help him, the poor guy may not even be able to get out of Balgeria
Most of his first semester has passed, and many things are proceeding as expected.

Life is peaceful.

well.

He enjoyed the feeling very much.

"boom."

It's a pity that good things are always fleeting. The dormitory door was pushed open by Crabbe and Goyle, causing a lot of commotion.Klein's rare purity just disappeared.

"Boss Klein, you are here. I said I couldn't find you no matter how hard I looked." "Didn't you have dinner tonight, we brought you pies."

The two little chubby guys can't do things with their brains, but their hearts are not bad.

Of course, Klein's heart is not bad. Facing outsiders, they still like to take advantage of their size
Closer to home, the two walked into the dormitory in a hurry, and piled the paper bags on the bedside table next to Klein.The two knew that Boss Klein was a bit of a clean freak, and it was absolutely unacceptable to put food on the bed.

"Thanks."

Klein didn't go to the restaurant during dinner because he wanted to give Voldemort a hand. Unexpectedly, the two of them thoughtfully brought him a meal.

Showing a good-natured smile, he was not polite, and directly took out the pie from the paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Mmm, it tastes like chicken~
"It's nothing, boss, you didn't see the expressions of those house elves when they heard that we were going to bring you food." "Haha, it's so funny, I think they are about to cry."

Crabbe and Goyle took advantage of the opportunity and sat down in front of Klein's bed, talking vividly about what they saw and heard when they went to the kitchen to pack.

Now the name Klein Grindelwald is not only widely circulated among students.

Even the ghosts of the houses and the house-elves in the kitchen have their eyes on the most gifted little wizard the school has ever seen.

Of course, at this time "that person" (Tom Riddle) was inevitably brought up and compared with Klein.

However, thanks to Klein's excellent communication skills, as well as his emotional intelligence and methods far superior to Voldemort's, he won this comparison.

Klein is Klein, not the next Voldemort.

Almost everyone agrees.

Apart from
Albus Dumbledore.

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Principal is not wary of Klein, thinking that he will pose a threat to the school and the magic world in the future.

But the old man knew clearly that this kid who was always smiling was far more dangerous than Voldemort.

In his words, that is, "I know that I have a box of "crackling bombs" in my arms, which may explode and hurt me at any time, but I just don't want to let it go."

Klein, who was eating the chicken pie, didn't know that he was so dangerous in the heart of the old principal. If he knew, he would definitely smile in disbelief.

What "crackling bomb" is obviously a nuclear bomb, okay?

Or the kind that can destroy the world with one blow~
At the same time, the principal's office.

"The situation is like this. Because of Professor Quirrell's sudden resignation, and the effect of Professor Snape's substitute teaching is not very obvious, so I can only invite you to come to the rescue."

Looking at the young man sitting across from him, Dumbledore smiled and held up the honey tea as a greeting.

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Dumbledore, oh, I mean, Headmaster."

The man smiled decently, and also raised his teacup to respect each other from a distance.

It's just that when the greasy taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue, even though he had practiced expression control for many years, he still couldn't help but smack his mouth.

It's so sweet!
"Then it's settled, Professor Lockhart, you can officially take up your post tomorrow. Hehe, at this time, you can also guide the students in their final exams."

Gilderoy Lockhart, internationally renowned wizard and author, recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class.

Such a person is more than enough to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in their school.

"Of course, I'll do my best."

Showing a slight smile, Lockhart's expression was calm and confident.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that a trace of panic flashed in his hazel eyes.

How should I pretend to be powerful in front of the boss?

Hurry, wait online!
No one knows his true strength except himself.

he is a master
But just memory masters.

He slipped away with the "memory erasing spell", but let's not talk about other spells~
Oh, by the way, he is also very confident in his acting skills.

But things are different now.

This is not a lecture, not a conference.

You can't just play with your mouth.

Tsk, I knew I shouldn't have opened that invitation letter so cheaply.

Gilderoy Lockhart was so regretful that he wanted to slap himself a few times.

"Bang bang bang."

Just when Lockhart was in a state of confusion, the principal's office welcomed another guest with a strong smell of gunpowder.Knocking on the door politely, Severus Snape walked in with a sullen face without waiting for Dumbledore to respond.

Looking at the gloomy expression that seemed to be dripping water, Dumbledore smiled wryly.

"Principal, I need an explanation."

After entering the door, he went straight to Dumbledore's desk, and Snape didn't even look at Lockhart sitting on the sofa, as if it was just a cloud of transparent air.

Such blatant ignorance made Lockhart very uncomfortable.

After deliberately tidying up his suit, he stood up unhurriedly, coughed lightly, and reached out his hand to Snape.

"Nice to meet you, Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart thought that his etiquette was impeccable, even the smile on his face was perfect, as long as he was a normal person, it was impossible to continue to ignore him.

But unfortunately, Snape was a sullen person, an infatuated person, and a tolerant person.

Only not normal people.

Since childhood, he only cared about two people.

One is alive and one is gone.

Unfortunately, Lockhart was not included.

"Severus, what explanation do you want?"

Dumbledore's face was full of smiles, and his temper was a little bit up.

Old man, I am the principal, and I need to explain to your professor?
Ha ha.

Is it because my old Deng can't hold a knife, no, he can't hold a wand, or is it because you, Snape, have drifted away?
"You know exactly how long I've been thinking about this position."

Almost gritted his teeth and said these words, Snape's face turned bloody for the first time due to anger.

Finally, the annoying Quirrell disappeared, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor finally fell on me, Snape.

Well, less than a month after having a good time, a cat and a dog came?

Thinking of this, Snape turned his head and locked Lockhart with almost murderous eyes.

Being so frightened, Harold's brain suddenly froze.

This look.
So scary!

(End of this chapter)