I'm A Fantastic Beasts Master At Hogwarts

"That's what I said, but you have also spent time and energy, giving you Gold Gallon so that you can invent more fun and interesting magic props later, just treat me as an early investment.

To be honest, if you are interested, I think I can be your angel investor. I think your magic trick workshop will definitely be successful, but you are short of funds now. "

Li Xuan smiled and said to Fred and George, he is not joking, but really thinks it is feasible, after all, after Fred dies in the future, George will be able to open the magic trick shop by himself, and even more It is said that there are still two people.

"Really? I have to say, Li Xuan, you are really the most discerning wizard in Hogwarts!"

Fred and George are very warm in their hearts. Li Xuan has always believed in their talents and talents. They don't know how to make sensational scenes.

Don't look at Fred and George who usually get along very well, as if they have a good relationship with everyone.

But on the contrary, if you want to really walk into his heart and become someone he approves of such a person, the difficulty will increase greatly.

"No, friendship belongs to friendship, things are counted one yard at a time, so don't shirk too much, this time I will pay you ten gold Galleons for Daydream Curse.

Li Xuan took out the small cloth bag that he had prepared earlier from the pocket of his clothes and put it on the table. Before he came to look for Fred and George, Li Xuan had already thought about it.

Seeing Li Xuan like this, they also knew Li Xuan's temperament, so they didn't say any more.

Fearing that Li Xuan would be in a hurry, Fred and George simply wrote down the relevant information about the Daydream Curse right here in the auditorium, with each of the eighteen bodies adding to it.

Li Xuan simply waited at the side, and it didn't take long for him to get the 'paper' on the Daydream Curse from Fred.

"Then I'll leave first."

After getting the daydream spell, Li Xuan bid farewell to Fred and George and left. He was going to enter the small world to start analyzing the daydream spell.

Li Xuan began to have a 'daydream' here, but Ron and Harry on the other side were not treated so well.

If the two of them know that there is an idiom called taste the same when eating at night, they will definitely think it is very suitable to express their feelings.

Even though they desperately begged the second hand, minute hand, and hour hand on the clock to move slowly, the time still came to 7:30 in the evening.

There was a bitter separation between the two brothers and sisters, after all, one was going to Lockhart's office, which was formerly Quirrell's office, and the other was going to the prize showroom.

Li Xuan can only say that he is really an iron-clad Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, a flowing professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

However, even when he arrived outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Harry still dawdled for a long time, reckoning that it was only a little more than the agreed eight o'clock, before he gritted his teeth, knocked on the door and walked in.

"Ah, here comes our savior, little villain, come in quickly!

Harry looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office in front of him, and it really was in Lockhart style, just like the previous classroom.

There are countless Lockhart photo frames hanging on the wall, which can be said to be another kind of wallpaper, which is very brightly lit by many candles, so that others can't see clearly.

Approaching Lockhart's desk, there is a large stack of photographs, several of which have his signature.

"Well, my office is spectacular..."

After Lockhart sat Harry down, he began to brag about his abilities. Harry didn't know why he was so embarrassed. The Cornwall goblin incident happened only a few days ago, so why did he seem to have lost his memory?

Harry simply ignored him, picked up the quill and started to do his own work. After all, looking at the thick stack of envelopes, he suspected that there were at least a thousand of them. have.

Such a long list of addresses, coupled with such a large number, must be completed tonight, and then I can listen to Lockhart beeping, so I don’t need to sleep at all.

So Harry seemed to automatically install a Lockhart speech filter in his mind, automatically ignoring Lockhart's chattering words.

What "fame is a capricious friend", what "a celebrity must have the airs of a celebrity", Harry said he didn't care at all.

All he cared about was when the envelopes in front of him would be completely reduced, and even Lockhart told Harry that being able to come to him and write letters for him would be able to offset the mistakes he had done before, and there is no confinement easier than this ?

Feeling the hands that were almost useless, Harry threw the quill in his hand hard on his face, you? This is called easy?!

We all know that when a person walks on something with a sense of resistance, he will feel that the time has passed extremely long, and the difficulty of the things in his hand will become infinitely more difficult. The body is extremely resisting, and the mind is also endured incomparable torture.

There seemed to be a flame burning on the chair, making myself feel uncomfortable no matter how I sat. , now Harry feels this way, he really wants to escape, but he can't escape!

Fortunately, despite the torment, as the candle burned shorter and shorter, the number of envelopes in front of Harry also decreased visibly with the naked eye, allowing Harry to see a glimmer of hope.

Harry shook his sore hand, maybe all the homework that Aunt Dursley locked in the attic during the summer vacation is not coming back now?

In the jumping firelight, Harry picked up a new envelope again, and was about to write the long string of addresses on it, when he suddenly heard a voice, a cold and creepy voice that didn't look like a human being at all. , in stark contrast to the rambling Lockhart.

"Come... come here... let me tear you... tear you... kill you...

This creepy sound reached Harry's ears, causing him to shiver uncontrollably, and he was startled suddenly. A large ball of ink was constantly smudged on the surface of the envelope in front of him.

The owner of this voice doesn't seem to be very fluent in speech, or is there something wrong with it?

The words came out in fits and starts that didn't form a complete sentence, but it was enough to scare Harry.

"What's wrong?"

Lockhart, who was sitting next to Harry, also noticed the blotch of ink, and the sudden change of expression on his face, which seemed to be breathing heavily.

"Didn't you hear that? That voice just now!!!"

Harry asked Lockhart, seeing the puzzled look on Lockhart's face, Harry didn't understand. .