I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 77: Let him pass by!

"Forehead--"

"Ahem! That -" A thin stream of sweat soaked his temples, and Lockhart quickly changed the subject, "Today! Today is a grand day."

"For this reason, I want to announce something." He drawled his voice, "I, Gilderoy Lockhart, internationally renowned—" Barabara's is still what Hermione just said.

"I am honored to have received an invitation from Principal Albus Dumbledore to serve as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts starting from this year."

"During my tenure, I will educate our young flowers, our young wizards who are thriving."

"Help them become friendly and smart kids." He glanced over Owen and Hermione and other young wizards, the threat in his eyes was ready to be revealed, and he almost said: "Say one more thing, I will deduct points for this post in the future." It's on the forehead.

"Hmm—another unlucky guy." Unfortunately, his opponents were the French Country, Paris, the Sphinx Orphanage, and Owen.

He eats soft but not hard.

"Who in the whole of Britain doesn't know that any wizard who serves as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will have a bad end. Principal Dumbledore probably doesn't have many candidates, so he has to find someone to make up the number."

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"No way."

"No way!"

"No-would-right!! The principal is not that kind of person." Ron followed Owen's words, with a sly voice.

"But Professor Quirrell was really miserable last semester, and his ashes were scattered."

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"Of course not! Professor Lockhart is a capable person at first glance, and he will definitely not make the same mistakes again!" Owen said. "Ron, you have to have confidence in the professor!"

"Oh~ I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart, hell! You know, the former Hogwarts professor of black arts didn't leave peacefully. I'm also worried about you."

"Hey! Are you looking down on me, Professor Lockhart, Xiao Heizi Luo, you've been exposed!"

The two people talking about cross talk said something to each other.

Those words were like a sharp knife, piercing Lockhart's heart fiercely.

Rumors about Hogwarts.

The most widely circulated is that teaching black magic will bring misfortune to wizards, this position has been cursed and so on.

In fact, from the very beginning, before Voldemort cursed this position, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor often had troubles.

After all, it is to teach students black magic.

It is normal to be in various dangerous areas on a daily basis, and it is normal to be in distress.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the black lake, you will never encounter a big octopus!

Scrapping a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in a few years is considered normal wear and tear of Hogwarts.

But since Voldemort cast a curse, this loss has been a bit high!

Change it once a year, who can bear it?

A well-known wizard in the British magic world, who doesn't know that this life is poisonous, that is, a warrior like Lockhart who is indifferent to life and death in order to sell books, will happily accept Dumbledore's invitation.

Others - haha ​​- had already flushed the invitation down the toilet.

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The ridicule and sarcasm still echoed in my ears.

Lockhart's expression changed several times in a short period of time.

Although he returned to his normal greasy state afterwards, the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

Should I write a letter to Dumbledore and just say - just say that I am unwell and cannot hold the position?

Lockhart was really scared.

Because what Owen and Ron said is true!

When he was at school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors changed frequently.

Now—it’s true that I haven’t heard from those professors anymore.

Could it be——his~

In an instant, Lockhart felt a huge malice around him wanting to attack him.

He staggered back two steps and then sat down on the chair.

The whole person seems to have lost his soul!

Um—it seems like the blow was a bit too much.

Owen blinked and looked at Ron.

And the other party gave him a thumbs up knowingly.

oh!My poor Professor Lockhart.

Owen looked at him with sympathy.

Who made him accept Dumbledore's invitation.

The old headmaster managed to fool one, how could he let you get away easily.

Of course - you can also choose to go hard.

However, Owen has to remind you!

This is England, and you have offended the abbot—the principal, and you still want to leave?

How can it be so easy!

"Hi! Owen."

Just when Owen, the murderer and executioner, was commemorating the death of Mr. Lockhart, a great performing artist, a pale young man suddenly walked in outside the store.

He had neatly blond hair, a pointed thin chin, cold gray eyes, and a tall, thin build.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Yan?"

The payment arrived.

Owen's eyes lit up, he immediately stepped forward, and naturally put his arms around his neck.

He raised his right hand flamboyantly, "Come here, today's consumption will be paid by Master Malfoy."

"You take whatever you want. Just take the book you like. Don't be polite to your brother Ma." Owen said, pointing to the young wizards present.

Especially when his eyes glanced at Ron.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is almost rippling.

And little Ron naturally understood it in seconds, and immediately greeted Harry and walked towards the bookshelf behind Lihen Bookstore.

There, there are some precious orphan books, even hand-written magic books, which are very expensive!

"My dad," Draco's pale cheeks glowed with a faint, undetectable blush as Owen held him around his neck. For some reason, an image of some unscrupulous kid forced his way into his mind automatically appeared in his mind. Various little stories about his "women's clothing".

He lowered his head and whispered, "He asked you what you want to do with that diary."

"Oh~ don't worry." Owen replied with a smile: "Wait for me to study for two days, after a few days, it will flow naturally, where it should go."

Mmmm - sure enough, Draco is much cuter now than before.

I remember that no matter whether it was a first or second eye, when we first met, she was as proud as a arrogant little peacock, but she still needed to be trained to learn to be gentle.

"But -" Little Draco wanted to say something else.

But suddenly a voice interrupted him.

"That, Mr. Malfoy."

"It's an honor for you to come to my autograph meeting." Lockhart dragged his tired heart and said cautiously. He, who was always greasy, became restrained at this moment.

After all, everyone in Diagon Alley knew that Malfoy spent nearly a few thousand Galleons for a summer vacation.

More importantly, the influence of the Malfoy family in the wizarding world.

He, Lockhart is just a bad book writer, how can he compare with others.

The Malfoys could crush him with one finger if they wanted to.

"Who is he?" Draco asked Owen without even looking at the attentive Lockhart.

"I don't know, maybe it's a passerby."

"Passers-by?"

"Correct."

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