This Hogwarts is not normal

Only Harry and Ron were left in the Transfiguration classroom.

"This goddamn-damn-useless thing--"

Ron slammed his wand on the table repeatedly in a fit of exasperation.

It keeps emitting small sparks, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers.

Harry suggested, "You can write back and ask for a new one."

"Yeah." Ron paused. "And then there's a Howler letter, and she's going to say my wand is broken and it's all my own fault."

The truth is such a truth, but neither of them wants to admit it.

"Let's go, there is Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon."

Ron stuffed his crackling wand into his bag. "I hate Lockhart."

"Me too." Harry recalled the time before herbalism class.

Because you want to attract attention, so you drive a flying car to school?

Is he the kind who tastes the sweetness of fame and looks like crazy for anyone who can?

Lockhart gave Harry no chance to retort, and taught Harry like this for several minutes.

When the two came to the auditorium, the students had already started.

After finishing his meal, Vincent was reading his notebook, and Hermione, who was only separated from him by Neville, was reading while eating.

Ron sat next to her and knew what book it was by just two lines.

Such exaggerated words can only be Lockhart's book.

"Wow—how's your schedule—"

Hermione quickly took pictures of "Traveling with Vampires" on the table.

Ron, who almost hit his hand, was stared red.

This fierce little look was clearly telling him not to say anything.

"What's so great, don't say it if you don't say it."

Vincent closed his notebook and looked at her curiously.

This shy little expression, I'm afraid there is something drawn on the school schedule.

Girls are precocious, what's wrong with having a crush?

Not to mention them, the little boys will be even more outrageous in a few years.

James, sitting on his right, is still holding a comic book and giggling.

The cover features three big sisters dressed in tights.

Hojo Division is awesome!

Harry and Ron didn't understand it at first, but they understood it when they came to the bustling courtyard after dinner.

"Hello, Harry - I - my name is Colin Creevey."

The grey-haired freshman also had a Muggle camera in his hand.

Colin stepped forward timidly, "I'm in Gryffindor too, can't you - can you - can I take a picture of you?"

Vincent on the other side of the courtyard patted Hermione next to him.

"Even Harry has fans, why don't we?"

"That's because you didn't see it."

Following the direction of her finger, he found Luna sitting at the gate of the castle with Ginny.

"She must be your big fan." Hermione raised her voice a few times, "You are recognized as the best student in recent years, much more popular than Harry."

"I don't think so." Vincent revealed a little bit about the Christmas vacation.

There are many strange talents in the wizarding world, and Luna has the rarest one among them.

"The teacher told me that such a talent can always find things that others often overlook."

"Really?" Hermione's tone returned to normal, "Did she find out your little secret?"

"There is no little secret, but I can't tell it now."

Just when she was about to say something, a voice with a higher pitch than her just now sounded.

"Signed photos? Potter, are you sending signed photos?"

This sharp and familiar voice belonged only to Draco who brought his younger brother for a walk.

He stopped behind Colin and shouted to the crowd: "Everyone, hurry up and line up, Harry Potter is going to issue autographs!"

"I didn't!" Harry clenched his fists, "Malfoy, shut up!"

Colin ducked behind him. "You're jealous of Harry."

"Jealous?" Draco said sarcastically, "Why should I be jealous of the ugly scar on his head.

Thank you, I don't believe that people will become special if their heads are cut open. "

Crabbe and Goyle cackled loudly.

Ron glared at Draco, "Go eat slugs, Malfoy!"

The two bodyguards didn't laugh anymore, and started to snap their chubby knuckles.

"Be careful, Weasley," Draco said with a sneer on his lips, "if you dare to cause trouble again, your mother will take you back."

Under the angry eyes of Harry and Ron, he raised his chin high and said sharply:

"If you don't play by the rules, we'll bring you back right away—"

Most of the students in the small courtyard laughed out loud.

Especially the Black Swan Club.

Blaise laughed until he was in tears, "Great Harry Potter, please give me a signed photo of you!"

Draco shook his head solemnly, "Weasley needs Potter's first autographed photo more, it's worth more than the house he lives in."

Ron, maddened, drew out his wand immediately.

Hermione just wanted to get up and run over, but was held down by Vincent's shoulder.

"You can help them once, but you can't help them every time."

"But—" she suddenly closed her mouth.

Because there is a professor here, and she is currently the one she likes the most.

"What's going on?" Lockhart strode towards Harry. "Who's issuing the autographs?"

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but his shoulders were firmly wrapped around his shoulders.

"We meet again, Harry." He flashed his trademark charming smile.

Draco smiled triumphantly and walked into the crowd around him swaggeringly.

Harry, who was simmering with fire in his heart, felt an unprecedented humiliation.

It's okay to be treated as a clown, but he can't even resist.

When Lockhart saw the camera in Colin's hand, the smile on his face immediately became wider.

"Mr. Creevey? Come on!" He pulled Harry slightly forward, "For a double photo, you will get an unprecedented and precious photo."

Colin fumbled with his camera and pressed the shutter just as the bell rang for class.

After a "click", the photo that Harry regarded as a lifelong shame was born.

Lockhart faced the crowd, "Let's go, everyone go to class!"

He put his arms around Harry affectionately and walked towards the castle amidst Draco's first laugh.

Vincent shuddered.

If he hadn't just sat back and watched, this photo would have become even more "precious".

"Let's go." The corners of Hermione's mouth raised, and she put the book into the big schoolbag.

With empty hands, Vincent put away his notebook.

"Where are your textbooks?"

"No."

A flash of anger flashed across her face, "Although I really want to help you, I didn't prepare two sets."

"Thank you, I don't need your help yet."

Vincent didn't buy it at all.

Seven books are asking for 7 galleons, which is definitely a money grab.

Lockhart sent him a complete set of collector's editions, but the close-up photos on the cover were so disgusting that they were thrown into the trash can after being disassembled.

In addition, he also wanted to "sacrifice his life for benevolence" and test Lockhart a little.

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