Spell Players at Hogwarts

As a person with dreams, as a person who strives to get rid of vulgar taste, as a person who... wants to be popular.

When not writing books, Lockhart devotes almost all of his attention to climbing, exploring (well~) and fan letters.

And this kind of life that is separated from the masses and does not know how to evaluate it also makes Lockhart somewhat ignore the folk customs.

Given that he has no family and no children, Lockhart is naturally not sure what today means to the people in Diagon Alley.

"What performance? I'm surprised, isn't this performance?"

Lockhart looked at the hired old wizard with a confused expression.

"Achievements?" The old wizard snorted, but for Garen's sake, "The Diagon Alley Boxing Championship is a hot topic in August, and the wizard forum has already discussed it."

"Wizard Forum, what is that?" Lockhart looked confused. As a returnee sentiment warrior who had just returned from the United States and focused on writing books, fan replies, drinking parties and self-appreciation, everything about the country made Lockhart confused. It felt very strange.

"You don't understand anything." The old wizard shook his head in disappointment, "You don't even know the latest Tmall Elf."

"Tmall... wait, isn't that a tavern?"

Lockhart opened his mouth and recalled reading the newspaper in the past few months. Although it was just there, the ubiquitous Tmall advertisements still made an impression on Lockhart.

Of course, the most important thing is the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin.

The kid named Christopher seems to be the founder of the Tmall Group.

"Mr. Lockhart, does the village where you live have Internet access?"

The old wizard waved his hand helplessly, "I suggest you go to the tavern and have a seat. You can also have a little experience in the exhibition area on the second floor. Believe me, you will fall in love with this."

"That's right." Lockhart paused. He glanced at the pile of books as high as one person beside him, and the charming eight teeth on the cover...

jingle!

The door of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was violently pushed open, and Lockhart, who was still a little slack, entered working mode instantly. He straightened his body, smiled, and his charming eight teeth were like a big light spell. dazzling.

Damn it, it’s so dazzling!

Harry, who was about to speak, couldn't help but take a step back. The feeling of being blinded was like when the dog thief Ron's flashing spell bounced back to his face in the corner of the dungeon.

Sure enough, some people only pay lip service to their skills, so how can they be second-rate in the world?

"Aha, another one of my fans!"

Lockhart laughed, pushing back his chair and standing up so that the visitor could see his carefully selected robes.

The first impression at the reception was that he was good-looking and well-dressed. Unfortunately, he was particularly good at this...

"Mr. Lockhart?"

The person who came used his hand to cover his round glasses, and it was only then that Harry saw clearly that the so-called flash effect was entirely due to the camera in the hand of the old wizard next to him... right?

"Please come out quickly, Mr. Lockhart, something is seriously wrong!"

"You...your fans...your fans started fighting with people outside."

Harry breathed evenly. Although he wasn't sure why Lynch found this useful, he just trusted this kind of thing...

"You're not here for a book signing?" Lockhart didn't recognize Harry, perhaps because Harry didn't change his hairstyle. Thick bangs covered Harry's forehead very tightly.

"No...I...well, of course!" Harry said to him, "But Mr. Lockhart, you should probably go out and have a look..."

Harry tried hard to recall Lynch's words.

"Your ardent fans got into a dispute because passers-by didn't recognize your reputation. Now at least a few hundred people have surrounded the father and son. If you don't come forward, I'm afraid there will be some bloodshed... right?"

Harry recalled uncertainly, while nodding in his mind. As for small details such as black magic and heavy casualties, these should not be important.

"What do you mean, there are hundreds of people? Are they all my fans?"

Lockhart immediately came around from behind the table and keenly grasped the key words in Harry's words.

What is this behavior?

This is the fanatical behavior of fans to protect their idols.

"Who are they?"

"Middle...middle-aged witch?" Harry answered uncertainly, and in an instant, a smile appeared on Lockhart's tense face.

Harry turned away painfully.

Damn it, I'm blind!

"This...this...this is not okay!" Lockhart didn't care what Harry was doing and just arranged his clothes.

"As a public figure, even I can't be loved by everyone. All I can do is let more people know my story and understand my magic... Well, by the way, I want to promote it more Give me some shampoo."

Lockhart's smile was bright, like the bright sunshine, "Of course, I just want everyone's hair to be as smooth and silky as mine."

As he spoke, Lockhart shook his hair. Under the bright sunshine, the golden color turned brown... Well, Harry thought it was more like a shit-yellow thing that could actually glow like a buling?

Harry: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"However, there is nothing I can do about it. After all, everyone is my fan." Lockhart moved his hair, and the bright luster seemed to be flowing out.

"Don't worry. As long as I, Lord Lockhart, take action, no one will be harmed in Diagon Alley today." Lockhart put on his gloves very naturally, and a short red wand jumped into his hand. .

I had to admit that the wand was very cool, but now Harry was more worried about whether he would be able to collect Draco's body before it was too late.

As a knowledgeable young wizard, this was the first time Harry had seen such an arrogant person.

"By the way, kid, what's your name?" Lockhart asked in a good mood. Through the window, he could already see the growing crowd.

"As a reward for your witty behavior, you will receive a complete set of my writings, autographed."

This……

Harry didn't want to talk much, his reason told him that this was not a good idea, but when he thought about the changes that occurred today.

"Cedric Diggory, sir, your most loyal fan." Harry very sincerely gave Cedric a set of books worth dozens of galleons.

As a Christmas gift?

"Ha, Digory!" Lockhart laughed loudly and pushed open the door and walked away. The old wizard in charge of photography also recognized Harry's identity as the leader and hurriedly followed Lockhart out.

At this moment, Lucius, surrounded by the crowd, gradually became unbalanced.

As the head of the Malfoy family, as an elegant nobleman, as a representative figure of the upper class, at this moment he is surrounded by people like maggots in Knockturn Alley. In his ears, countless witches are like Animagus who has practiced to a high level turns into a duck and quacks randomly.

One, two, a hundred...

Are they confused that they don’t know who they are?In this land of China, do the Malfoy family still need to pay attention to some unheard-of little people?

Several times, Lucius almost couldn't help but pull out his wand, but his principled restraint allowed him to resist the urge to kill them all.

What Lockhart, do you need to know the name of such a little person?

Lucius was tempted to scold the vague witch in front of him, but her voice was too loud... Lucius couldn't make any noise.

"A bunch of uneducated people!"

Lucius pulled Draco with a cold face as if to walk out, but several witches in the inner circle instantly pulled out their wands. Lucius jumped, with a wand decorated with silver snake heads. Lucius pulled it out without hesitation.

What does it mean to have to shoot an arrow when it is on the string? You must admit that if you go back more than ten years and keep things like this, wouldn't it be a matter of chewing?

"Look, he's starting to get on top!"

On the high platform that rose up in the distance, Lynch keenly felt Lucius's bulging magic power.

Especially in his hands, it was like a fire was lit under the touch of magic.

"Maybe it's some kind of flame curse?" Cedric added. As the only owner of magic vision, Cedric would naturally not let go of this opportunity.

"I think it must be some kind of dark magic."

"Malfoy wants to send everyone around him to heaven."

The twins watched the show with playful smiles, not caring at all that their old father was having trouble with his hair.

"Make way, make way, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, everyone..."

Lockhart came slowly from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. Although he didn't know why Harry took so long, Lynch felt that Professor Lockhart might need a hero to appear to open up the situation.

That's it, the kind that falls from the sky.

"Everyone……"

Lockhart shouted twice more from the edge. As the male protagonist, he naturally didn't want to squeeze in, but apart from the core fighting force of the onlookers, the rest...

"Left and right separation!"

Lynch quietly pointed at the crowd with his magic wand. Under the influence of magic, the crowded crowd involuntarily separated into one-person-wide passages under the invisible force.

The August breeze blew through the window of Flourish Blossom Bookstore, like a lover gently stroking Lockhart's hair, and the flashes of light were like the jumping of countless birds and snakes. Today, in Opposite Lockhart, in that inadvertent glance back, there is a black trench coat, light yellow hair...

"Sir, would you like some shampoo? Lockhart highly recommends it. It is specially designed to treat dry, frizzy hair and... hair loss."

Lucius: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Lucius: (▼Dan▼#)!

"This is the youth of old men." Sitting on the high platform, Lynch calmly put away his wand.

No one knows where the wind in Diagon Alley comes from, just like no one knows Gilderoy Lockhart, an internationally renowned figure and writer holding a wand, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, and an honorary member of the League Against Dark Arts. Just like how it flew out.

All that was left was a mess and a wildly exposed camera.

Some people say that he, Lucius Malfoy, has no martial ethics, and that he is an old comrade who sneaked into Lockhart with his kindness and tolerance.

But in that voice, 'Why the hell is your name Lockhart?' ' During the interrogation, even passers-by could vaguely hear Comrade Malfoy's grievance and anger.

For the Lockhart fan base, this is undoubtedly a day worth remembering. The myth they believe in was rushed to St. Mungo's. As for Mr. Lockhart's signing today...