This Hogwarts is not normal

There's a lot you can do in an hour.

They are all children, so they will inevitably be attracted by novelty and fall behind.

Every time Vincent turned his head, he found that there was one person missing.

When only Hermione was left, he knew what was due had finally come.

"Grow taller?" Vincent stood in front of her, "Unfortunately, I also grew taller."

Although Hermione stood on tiptoe, she could only reach his nose, "I should have developed earlier than you."

"You've been exercising less."

"Impossible!" She narrowed her eyes suddenly, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"No." The smile on Vincent's face gradually disappeared, "I can't tell you, at least not now."

"You wouldn't—" Hermione smacked her lips.

"Of course not." He looked towards the thrift shop. "Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about yourself."

Percy was enjoying reading an old book, How Prefects Got Their Power.

Ron passing by licked the ice cream, then leaned over with a curious face.

He read aloud the note on the back cover: "Hogwarts prefects and what they do after leaving school—sounds fascinating."

"Go away!" Percy closed the book impatiently.

Hermione's small mouth twitched slightly, "The more competitors there are, the more it proves that my choice is right."

"Don't lie to yourself." Vincent continued to walk forward, "We all have the potential to become the person we once hated."

"Your eloquence has improved." After she finished speaking, she followed behind, "Then do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Look at the target, anyway, I won't become someone like Malfoy."

Passing through a fork in the road, both of them could see the crowded Lihen Bookstore.

A banner was pulled from the upstairs window:

Gilderoy Lockhart signs autobiography "I Can Be Magical" for sale——

12:30-4:30 pm today

Vincent stopped where he was, "I think you will hate yourself in the future."

"What were you talking about just now?" Hermione recovered slightly.

"Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it."

She looked at it suspiciously, and then turned her attention back to Lihen Bookstore.

Those old witches are crazy.

All of them have amazing fighting power, and they can always squeeze out the young witches and come to the bookstore to get a whole set of books.

Lockhart's title of "Friend of Women" is completely confirmed.

Vincent glanced at his watch and found that the time had come to 12 o'clock.

The witches started to squeeze outside with even more craziness.

"Aren't you going?"

Hermione shook her reddish face slightly.

"Okay, then I'll slip away first."

Everyone has the right to chase idols.

According to Rita's news, the vain Lockhart will definitely follow her.

He didn't want to be seen as a mascot, with this guy on the headlines.

Not long after hiding, Molly appeared on foot like the wind.

Jane followed her, except Evelyn next to Eric.

The expressions of Arthur and Chris were both envious and helpless.

Except for the Wayne family, everyone here has at least one Lockhart book.

At 12:[-], he also showed up.

As always high-profile, as always eye-catching.

Lockhart stood on the roof of the bookstore with a very bright smile on his face.

A scream that seemed to pierce the eardrum sounded instantly.

The same bright sun shone on the golden cloak behind him, reflecting the brilliance like a sun god.

Full marks for styling and full marks for appearance.

In terms of grandeur, it had to be Lockhart who jumped from the roof of the building with his hands open.

The people below caught him.

Blessed are the outermost middle-aged witches.

With the help of the shop assistants, the stupefied Lockhart was finally able to sit at the gorgeous desk placed by the door.

"Thank you for your support!" With a confident and charming smile, he looked at the screaming crowd.

Every witch can get his blessing when signing.

Eric and Evelyn walked into the alley where Vincent was staying.

They all highly affirmed this professional ability.

"A little gross, but overall no worse than our King of Pop."

"It's worse, well, Michael won't show off everywhere."

Eric nodded, "When you say that, I think he's even more disgusting."

They weren't the only sober people present.

Lucius stayed in the alley next door with his wife and children.

"Dad, I hate this man."

"Draco, do you know why we're here?"

"Because we're not like them."

"No, because the clown plays too hard, and our charity will be taken as a humiliation."

Draco was about to say that he understood, when the crowd outside the bookstore parted sideways automatically.

Lockhart held Harry's little hand affectionately, "Smile, we will definitely be on the front page."

Then he warmly embraced Fred and George, "Oh—long time no see, little ones!"

Hermione seemed shy.

She lowered her head and hid behind the twins after shaking hands.

"Merlin——I can't believe this scene!" George just finished making fun of him when he was suddenly kicked in the lower leg.

Just as Fred's jeering sounded, he was hit, also very suddenly.

I haven't seen you for a summer vacation, Miss Granger's fighting power has skyrocketed.

"Did you see Wayne?" Lockhart waved to the short photographer.

"No." X4

Hidden, but no one knows where.

"He will be very sorry."

Both the twins and Harry were holding back their laughter.

It would be a pity if we really took a group photo.

The photographer stood in front of the five people, clicking the shutter frantically.

Smoke from the camera floats into the crowd, choking on Arthur and Chris.

"I hate this man."

"Me too."

The two fathers agreed to speak out, but the mothers lined up like little girls.

Fred and George, who were about to be blinded, saw the opportunity and slipped into the crowd with a nimble figure.

Hermione lost their two meat shields, and also mixed into the crowd at the fastest speed.

Harry blinked, not expecting to leave in a fair manner.

But as soon as he made a move, Lockhart hugged him warmly.

"Oh, the little ones are all shy——

I know you won't, don't you? "

Draco watched Harry's helpless struggle with disdain.

"Dad, there are more clowns."

Lucius nodded in relief, "Keep it in mind at all times, don't lower your level."

Before answering "Yes", Harry, who was firmly "clamped" by Lockhart, showed a painful expression.

"Dad, should we go there?"

"Wait a little longer." Lucius put away his smile instantly.

After Lockhart took the photo, he didn't let Harry go.

"Ladies and gentlemen—" He silenced the crowd with a wave of his hand, "What an extraordinary moment this is!

I would like to take this wonderful occasion to announce a small matter that has been suppressed for some days and has not been properly announced. "

Under countless expectant gazes, he looked at Harry who was at a loss beside him.

"Today, young Harry and his classmates walked into Lihen Bookstore just to buy one of my autobiography.

I would give them this book for free on the spot, but they don't know one thing—"

Harry was shaken by him and almost dropped his glasses, which had slid down to the tip of his nose.

"They're going to get something more valuable than my poor me with magic before long.

That's getting a real, magical me! "

Lockhart turned to the crowd, "Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure and pride that I announce—

This September, I will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! "

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