Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 127 Grindelwald: Do you think my sister will mourn for you? Scarhead (12000)

All the students at Hogwarts are looking forward to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I don't know if it is due to Lockhart's special request, but all the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in every school year are concentrated in one class.

This means that the second-year students from the four houses take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class together.

Not only the female students, but also the male students are looking forward to Lockhart's classes.

It's just that their expectations are different from those of the female classmates. The female classmates are looking forward to Lockhart's lectures, while the male classmates are looking forward to Lockhart making a fool of himself and exposing the fact that he is a fool.

The second grade is different from the first grade. The number of courses has increased accordingly, and the time left for students to do free activities has gradually become less than that of the first grade.

After the Herbology class on Monday morning, Professor Flitwick's Charms class began.

Professor Flitwick looked no different from last year; he was still standing on a pile of books, waving his wand as he explained the key points of knowledge to everyone.

"Today we are going to learn the 'Revelation of the Mark' spell," Professor Flitwick waved the wand in the air. "What you need to know is that this is a spell that can create burning lines of fire in the air. It means using the wand to 'draw' a specific shape in the air, just like writing. See."

As he spoke, Flitwick waved his wand in the air and drew an X in the sky.

"You see, this is what the spell does -" shrieked Professor Flitwick. "And then there are all sorts of different applications, like writing something, you see... if I were to write Filius Flitwick, it would be like this..."

He waved his wand again and wrote "Filius Flitwick" in flame-colored letters in the air. The letters seemed to be burning and made crackling sounds.

"Professor," Seamus suddenly raised his hand. "What is the use of this mark? For example, how will this spell help us in battle?"

Professor Flitwick smiled and said to Seamus, "That's a good question, Mr. Finnigan - but I need to make you understand that not all spells are born for fighting. Just like in our lives, we also need to use some small spells to make our lives more convenient, don't we?"

"I see, Professor," Seamus nodded.

"However, as your professor, I need to let you know something." Professor Flitwick said with his hands on his hips, "I know that some of you may think that this is a crappy spell - but I need to tell you that there are no crappy spells, only crappy wizards."

"Look, it's like this."

Professor Flitwick waved his wand and made a mark in the air.

"For example, when you are exploring a path, this mark can help you mark the places you have passed, so that you can quickly find the exit—"

He waved his wand and the mark disappeared.

"Look, this is another application of the spell. As for other applications, I won't explain them to you one by one. After all, it will be more fulfilling if you explore them on your own, right?"

Professor Flitwick jumped on his book twice and said to the students, "I will give you an assignment -"

After hearing this, the students expressed disappointment.

"Ah, don't be nervous, kids." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "This is not a compulsory homework - the homework I'm going to assign to you is to find another way to apply all the spells I taught you. I'll check them one by one in the first spells class after Halloween. If anyone can find other ways to apply the spells during this time, I'll give your house extra points."

"Great!" The students burst into enthusiastic cheers.

This homework is good, it’s not compulsory, and there are rewards for completing it?

Is there any better homework than this?
"Well," Professor Flitwick looked around and began to call the roll. "I think the best among our classmates should have many different uses for spells... For example, Mr. Potter?"

Harry was lost in thought, thinking about the basilisk, when Flitwick suddenly called his name.

"Harry, Professor Flitwick asked if there is another way to apply the spell?" Ron reminded in a low voice.

Another way to use the spell?
That's the question, Harry thought...

"Professor, I'd like to request that Ron demonstrate with me," Harry said.

Ron's face fell.

Holy hell, buddy, are you repaying me with evil?
He couldn't help but think of the two application methods Harry proposed in the Herbology class...

Maybe, I shouldn't have died?

"Harry..." Ron said pathetically.

"Don't worry, Ron, I know my limits." Harry said with a smile.

"Well, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley." Professor Flitwick happily asked the two to stand over, "Then you two will demonstrate it to everyone."

"Professor, I want to demonstrate the Summoning Charm," Harry said to Professor Flitwick. "As we all know, the Summoning Charm is a spell that summons objects, but it doesn't work on humans."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Potter." Professor Flitwick's eyes became brighter and brighter. "But I think the Summoning Charm should be a spell learned in the fourth grade, right?"

"I did study, Professor," Harry replied, smiling.

I was still muttering in my heart, having prepared for five years.

Professor Flitwick said nothing, but nodded approvingly.

Harry walked to the opposite side of Ron, about twenty meters away, and waved his wand.

"Accio (come fly)!"

The spell struck Ron, and Harry flicked his wand back, sending Ron flying over.

It flew right in front of Harry, who flicked his wand and let him go.

"Professor, I think if we change our thinking and let the Spell work on people's clothes, we should be able to use the Spell to summon people - just like what I just did to Ron."

Professor Flitwick was even happier. He jumped up and down on the table. "Good! Very good application of spells! Twenty points for Gryffindor!"

However, he jumped so much for joy that he fell backwards and was about to fall.

Harry drew his wand again and pointed it at Professor Flitwick.

"Accio (come fly)!"

Professor Flitwick was pulled by the spell and flew to Harry's side.

"Well done, Mr. Potter! I'll give Gryffindor another ten points!" Professor Flitwick shouted happily.

In just one Charms class, Gryffindor scored thirty points.

When the get out of class was over, the other Gryffindor students were a little confused when looking at the gem jar.

Oh my god, there's a point for Gryffindor!

This is their common thought.

Finally, it's Gryffindor, not Gryffindor.

Including Neville's 20 points, Harry's 30 points, and the points won by other students for Gryffindor, Gryffindor now has more than 110 points.

Slytherin, who had always been at odds with Gryffindor, was sighing and groaning, while Crabbe and Goyle were stamping their feet and cursing inwardly.

"Don't worry." Draco said calmly: "Professor Snape will take action-"

Facts proved that Draco's words were true. That afternoon, the third-year Gryffindor students in the Potions class scored more than 30 points.

The Slytherin classmates were delighted, and exclaimed that Snape's visible big hand was so powerful.

That's great, Snape.

Early the next morning, the second-year students happily welcomed the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the entire school year.

I don't know what Lockhart meant, but he said that Monday was not a good day for classes, so his classes were scheduled after Tuesday.

As a result, there have been significant changes to the school's curriculum timetable.

The class timetable was distributed to the students, where G stands for Gryffindor, H stands for Hufflepuff, R stands for Ravenclaw, and S stands for Slytherin.

(Thanks: This course schedule comes from a book friend who does not want to reveal his name)
He's a big star, there's nothing you can do about it.

Because of this, Professor Snape looked at Lockhart with even more displeasure, and several times his classmates noticed that he was staring at Lockhart sinisterly while eating.

But this did not surprise anyone, because everyone in Hogwarts knew what Snape was thinking.

What he wanted most was to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Of course, it might also be because Professor Lockhart sat in on Professor Snape's Potions class for first-year students yesterday.

Harry had been speculating about this with Ron and Hermione during breakfast.

"I guess Professor Snape must have noticed the curse in this class." Harry said while chewing bread and sitting in the Gryffindor seat, "So he would tirelessly pursue this course so that he would be resigned because of the curse and stay away from us 'little trolls who can only wave wands stupidly'."

"Oh my god, Harry," Hermione said in amazement, "I never expected you to imitate Professor Snape's tone so well."

"Yeah," said Ron and Snape together.

Snape? !

The three of them turned around together and saw Professor Snape standing behind them, staring at them with a playful look on his face.

"Well, well, Pott," Professor Snape curled his lips, "Since you imitate the professor very well, Gryffindor will deduct one point..."

After saying that, Professor Snape left the scene in a flash.

"You really don't know where he'll come from, do you?" Ron spread his hands helplessly.

but……

It's just one point, no big deal. It's still heartwarming to be able to tickle Professor Snape behind his back.

This point deduction was well worth it, everyone thought so.

Ron was still muttering to Hermione, that was Harry, if it was someone else, it wouldn't be something that could be solved with just one point.

After sitting outside the auditorium for a while after dinner, they had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

To be honest, Harry was actually quite looking forward to what new tricks the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would come up with for him.

No way... is he possessed by the dark demon again?
But seeing that Lockhart had a bright smile on his face and didn't smell of garlic, Harry felt that this shouldn't be the case.

The students were sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom which had been enlarged by the Traceless Extension Charm, whispering to each other in a buzzing voice, as if millions of flies were buzzing in the classroom.

There are many portraits of Professor Lockhart hanging in the classroom. Some are front-facing photos; some are full-body photos; some are photos with medals; and some are like Russian nesting dolls, with Professor Lockhart painting his own self-portrait.

Without exception, they all covered their ears, trying not to hear their classmates whispering.

I have to say, the photos of the wizarding world are really magical.

After a while, the door opened and Professor Lockhart walked in from outside.

It should be said that the students gave this professor a lot of face. As soon as he came in, they stopped whispering and saluted Professor Lockhart.

Professor Lockhart walked to the podium with graceful steps.

He first looked around at the students in the classroom, and finally focused his attention on Harry.

After staring at Harry for a moment, Lockhart introduced himself.

"Me," he pointed to his own photo and blinked, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile - but I don't talk about that. I didn't drive away the Banshee of Bandon with a smile."

Bandon is a place name, a small town in County Cork, Ireland.

Lockhart was talking about the story in "Breaking with the Banshee", in which he recounted the whole process of how he expelled the Bandon Banshee.

Seeing Lockhart's smile, the girls in the class all made the gesture of holding their hearts and looked at Lockhart with an auntie smile on their faces.

The male students all made retching expressions, especially the Slytherin students, who were the most outrageous. Draco even rolled his eyes and looked like he was about to faint.

"I feel like we don't need to put olive oil in our salads this year." Ron complained to Neville in a low voice.

Neville seemed to feel the same way, but he didn't have much aversion to Professor Lockhart.

After all, Professor Snape doesn't like Lockhart. Based on the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, Neville is still willing to believe Professor Lockhart.

"I see you've all bought my complete set - that's great, I thought we'd start today with a little test. Don't be scared - it's just to see how you've read and understood."

Professor Lockhart said as he stood up and picked up a stack of papers from the podium.

After handing out the papers, he returned to the podium and said, "I'll give you thirty minutes. Now - start!"

Harry looked down at the paper. He had thought that Professor Lockhart would give him some questions on Defense Against the Dark Arts or something like that, but he never expected that it was all about Lockhart's personal information, such as his birthday, his favorite color, his ambitions, and the things he was most proud of.

What's the point of knowing this? Harry muttered to himself, put his pen on the table, and began to practice non-violent non-cooperation with other students.

Thirty minutes was an agonizing one, or so Ron thought.

Harry didn't care. He sat there and began to daydream, still thinking about where the basilisk's fangs might appear.

Oh yeah, he forgot to discuss things with Bo Derek through the two-way mirror.

The Angel's Feather is in Dumbledore's hands, so Bodrick should be asked to negotiate with Professor Dumbledore.

The only concern now is whether Professor Dumbledore will sell this kind of thing, and that depends on the strength of Gringotts.

Harry believed that Gringotts' sincerity should be able to impress Dumbledore.

However, what Harry didn't notice was that Lockhart would look in his direction almost every once in a while.

After half an hour, the torturous time was finally over. Lockhart collected the papers one by one and then looked through them in front of all the students in the classroom.

"Tsk, tsk, hardly anyone remembers that I like lilacs," said Professor Lockhart with disdain. "I mentioned that in A Year with the Yeti of Tibet, and considering your lack of concentration, I thought you should take a closer look at that book - oh, and everyone should also read Weekends with Werewolves. In chapter 12 of that book, I clearly state that my ideal birthday present would be harmony between all magical and non-magical people."

Harry looked up and looked at the narcissistic professor again.

His wish is that wizards and Muggles can live in harmony?
But Harry's intuition told him...it shouldn't be like this.

However, Lockhart emphasized on praising Hermione because she scored 100 points, a full score.

"Ten points to Gryffindor," said Lockhart, smiling. "Miss Granger, good girl—"

He placed the paper on the podium and smiled at Hermione again.

"Good girl, I will treasure your paper carefully."

This resulted in another round of screams from the girls.

They all looked at Hermione with envy and jealousy, wondering why they were not the ones to receive this honor.

With that, Lockhart turned around and flicked his wand.

"Now - be careful! My job is to teach you to defend yourself against the worst evil the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom."

Lockhart said loudly: "But remember, as long as I am here, you will not be hurt. I only ask you to stay calm!"

All the students held their breath because of Lockhart's words. Professor Lockhart pointed his wand at the wardrobe beside him, and then the wardrobe vibrated with a clang.

"I want to remind you that you must not scream," Professor Lockhart said casually, "not only will it not help you deal with them, but it will also anger them."

As soon as these words came out, even Draco, who was sitting in the back row, shrank back, trying to let the tall Crabbe and Goyle block him.

Professor Lockhart clicked on the wardrobe and an Inferi walked out.

The body of the corpse was twisted and deformed, as if its original appearance had been distorted by some evil force; there was no emotion of life in its dark eyes, only the coldness and terror of death; its cheeks were pale, without a trace of blood, and its pale skin was dry and curled up, clinging to its bones, with no trace of life left.

The classroom fell into silence for a moment, and then a sharp and piercing scream broke out.

No one expected that Professor Lockhart would bring a moving Inferi to everyone in the first class, which was the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second year.

Professor Lockhart waved his wand, and a circle of fire appeared in front of the Inferi, trapping the Inferi in the middle.

Strangely enough, the corpse sensed the existence of the fire circle and immediately stopped rushing towards the students, staying in the middle and roaring.

Of course Harry knew about the Inferi. In fact, a hundred years ago, the Inferi were not something rare.

But what Harry is most deeply involved with is undoubtedly the incident involving Sebastian Saru.

Sebastian's sister Anne was cursed by black magic and was dying. Sebastian was worried about his sister and kept looking for a way to break the curse.

Finally, he found an artifact in the records that could summon the Inferi and heal those cursed by black magic through sacrifice.

Desperate to find the answers behind an artifact capable of controlling the dark arts, Sebastian hopes it can heal Annie.

Eventually, he found out where the artifact was, in the Feldercroft catacombs.

However, by the time Harry and Vivi found out about this, it was too late. When they arrived at the Feldcroft Catacombs, Sebastian had already gone in.

At the entrance to the catacombs are the anxious Anne and Omines.

They went all the way deeper into the catacombs, defeated countless Inferi, and finally met Sebastian who was surrounded by Inferi.

Just when Harry thought Sebastian was about to be attacked by the Inferi, he discovered that he could easily control these Inferi and order them to help in the battle.

Before Harry could say anything however, Sebastian's uncle Solomon appeared.

During the argument, Sebastian, in a rage, cast the Avada Kedavra curse on Solomon.

Fortunately, Vivi was quick-witted and used Transfiguration to block the killing curse, preventing a disaster from happening.

Of course, Vivi did not forget to give Solomon an Oblivion move.

No one sympathized with Solomon. Old Den had a bad temper and was unreasonable. Even Harry sometimes couldn't help but throw some curses in his face.

Fortunately, this farce ended under the strong suppression of Harry and Vivi, and Sebastian's diary was also confiscated by Vivi - they had tested it and found that the magic on it could not remove the curse on Anne.

Harry was lost in his memories, his classmates were still screaming.

Professor Lockhart let the students scream to express their fear, and when it was almost time, he clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop screaming.

"Well, I have to admit that it is a little too early for you second-year students to come into contact with the Inferi." Professor Lockhart winked at them, "But I think some of you must have read one of my books... Come on, guess which one it is?"

Hermione raised her hand.

"Mr. Granger," Professor Lockhart answered, smiling as he let her stand up.

"In 'I Am Magical,' Professor," Hermione said excitedly, "it mentions your battle with zombies, but Professor, I can't tell whether the one in front of me is Inferius or a zombie."

"Very good, ten points for Gryffindor!" Professor Lockhart clapped his hands happily. "For a witch of your age, it is already a rare thing to know about zombies and Inferi - in fact, this is an Inferi - so, Miss Granger, can you tell us in detail what an Inferi is?"

"An Inferi is a corpse that has been cursed and resurrected by a dark wizard," Hermione began to recite the knowledge points with great excitement. "It can become a terrifying puppet, or be used as a sacrificial servant by the cursed dark wizard. If you want to know that you are facing an Inferi rather than a living person, the most obvious sign is its pale and cloudy eyes."

"Good, very good!" Professor Lockhart clapped his hands. At the same time, the Gryffindor students also began to applaud Hermione.

"I'm glad, I'm really glad. It proves that this school hasn't been poisoned by dum for too long." Professor Lockhart clapped his hands, and swallowed the name when he mentioned Dumbledore: "I know your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher last year, Quirinus Quirrell, right? He never told you the real knowledge points in class, but only repeated his so-called 'adventures' experiences. Tsk tsk..."

"It's not too late now. I'm here to teach you real Defense Against the Dark Arts..." Lockhart cleared his throat and began to introduce everyone: "Inferi are corpses resurrected by dark wizards using necromancy - remember, their bodies have been strengthened by dark magic, so ordinary attack spells are useless, for example..."

He waved his wand. "Stupefy!"

The spell struck the Inferi, causing it to pause only for a moment.

"Reducto!"

The corpse was hit by the spell again but still did not react at all. He even raised his head and let out an angry roar.

The students present were looking at Lockhart and the Inferi intently. Even the students sitting in the back row stood up, wanting to see clearly what Professor Lockhart was doing.

"So, what I need to tell you is--" Professor Lockhart stretched out his voice until he thought he had attracted the attention of all the students, then he showed his charming smile again.

This time, no one looked down upon his smile.

Because Professor Lockhart has demonstrated his strength as a professor.

"Since no spell has yet been discovered that can make dead bodies resist burning, the Inferi that have been preserved forever by the Dark Arts can only be destroyed by fire." Professor Lockhart tapped the blackboard with his wand, making a crisp sound. "So, among all the students here, who knows any spells with fire attributes? Why not stand up and demonstrate them?"

"Me! Professor!" Seamus raised his hand quickly.

Professor Lockhart looked surprised when he saw another student besides Hermione raise his hand.

It seems that Gryffindor will be Mr.'s favorite house...

He nodded and said, "Well, please ask Mr. Finnigan to come on stage and show us how to use the fire spell to attack the Inferi."

Seamus heard the professor's instructions, picked up his wand and walked up to the podium.

"I need to make it clear in advance, Mr. Finnigan," Professor Lockhart said softly, "for a young wizard like you, the spell strength is not enough to break the defense of the Inferi - even if you use a fire spell, so don't be embarrassed, just try your best, do your best."

"Okay, professor." Seamus nodded repeatedly.

He turned around and looked in Harry's direction.

Harry nodded at him slightly, indicating that he should listen to the professor.

As a result, Seamus misunderstood and thought that Harry wanted him to show off his skills.

So, Seamus raised his wand and pointed it at the still roaring Inferi.

"Confringo!"

There was a flash of fire where the corpse was, and after a loud "bang", the corpse was hit in the face by the curse.

However, the Inferi was a creation of black magic after all, and it was not something that a second-year student could easily deal with. All Seamus could do was to blow its face to pieces, but he could not let it rest in peace.

An eye fluttered up and landed on Pansy Parkinson's head with a thud.

The latter was stunned for a moment, took off the sticky, wet and cold eye from his head, looked at it for a moment, and let out an earth-shattering scream.

Draco sat aside, grinning in glee—along with a few of his friends.

However, Pansy panicked and swung her arms hard, throwing the eye in front of Draco.

This time, it was Draco who was panicking.

"Crabbe! Goyle! Take it away!" Draco jumped back hard, trying to get away from the big eyeball.

Hermione and Ron stood up together, waved their wands, and cast a cleansing spell over the classroom.

After all, there were still some skin tissues from the corpse's face in some places in the classroom.

Professor Lockhart was obviously shocked by the power of Seamus' spell. He really didn't expect that the second-year wizard's spell could reach such a level.

Even being able to blow the face of an Inferi to pieces was considered outstanding among the second-year students - you know, this was a level that only the outstanding third-year students at Durmstrang could achieve.

After all, the Inferi are protected by dark magic.

He was pleasantly surprised by this discovery - surely the gentleman would be happier now?
These are the seeds of the future saints...

Oh, incompetent Dumbledore! If he stays in Hogwarts, he will only eat more expensive candies at Honeydukes!
He noticed the movements of Hermione and Ron, looked around the neat and tidy classroom, and announced loudly: "Very good spell, ten points for Gryffindor - for Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley's spell; as for Mr. Finnigan, your excellent spell will win ten points for Gryffindor!"

Seamus jumped for joy, and even found Lockhart much more pleasing to the eye.

As long as it can add points to Gryffindor, it is not unacceptable even if Professor Lockhart is a little greasy.

Lockhart looked at the Inferi standing there at a loss, curled his lips, and waved his wand to signal it to go in.

"Okay, now you have all learned how to deal with the Inferi." Professor Lockhart paused for a moment and continued, "Next, it's time to learn various fire spells - but as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I think this is not within my teaching scope, so for fire spells, students should wait until the progress of the Charms class is advanced before learning with Filius."

As he spoke, Lockhart winked at everyone and showed a charming smile.

The students applauded him in unison for his excellent teaching level.

After this unique Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone's impression of him changed a lot.

Many people gave up the idea that he was a fool and began to firmly support him.

After class, the students left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom talking and laughing. It should be said that most of them were very happy, except Pansy Parkinson and Draco.

After all, they were both direct victims of the eyeball incident.

Harry was kept by Lockhart.

"Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "Stay here. I want your help with something."

"What's the matter, Professor?" Harry didn't know what Lockhart wanted to do with him, so he could only ask out of curiosity.

"I need you to help me reply to some letters from my fanatical fans." Professor Lockhart said with a smile: "I understand that you have no other classes after your class tomorrow afternoon, so can I ask you to do me a small favor?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, I mean - why me?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Because you are the savior, the boy who survived." Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "and I don't have much time recently, because I have to prepare teaching aids for you, and prepare the teaching content - God, teaching students is really an interesting adventure, isn't it?"

Harry thought he was a bit pretentious, as he could relate anything to "adventure".

It seems that if he doesn't do this, he can't be shown as an adventurer.

But he had to admit that Lockhart was right, because it was indeed difficult to successfully teach others some real skills.

Just then, Colin Creevey came over with a camera.

"Harry, can I take a picture of you?" He said quickly, "I really want to get an autographed picture of you to give to my father - you know, he is a milkmaid..."

Harry couldn't hear what followed. Colin spoke as fast as the firing rate of an MG42 in an old movie.

"It seems you have a fanatical fan too?" Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter. I think we should take a photo together - Mr. Great Savior and his Writer Professor... Come on, Mr. Creevey, take a photo for us."

After that, Lockhart whispered, "I'll teach you how to deal with crazy fans. How about that? Don't you want to learn from me?"

Harry became more interested when you put it that way.

God knows how annoying this kid Colin is. It's as if he has memorized Harry's class schedule and he waits for Harry on his way every day.

It seemed to Colin that the most exciting thing in the world was to say "Hello, Harry?" six or seven times a day and hear "Hello, Colin," no matter how helpless and annoyed Harry's tone of voice might be.

Harry thought he had a good temper, but he was a soft-hearted person - if Colin was like Draco and refused to get along with him when they met, Harry would have beaten him up long ago.

But Colin still looked like he liked her very much, which made Harry really helpless.

But he knew how powerful public opinion was. If he did something wrong, who knows how he would be criticized in the newspapers!

Colin got Lockhart's answer, and without caring whether Harry was happy or not, he raised his camera and started taking pictures.

Lockhart cooperated very well and posed in various ways. Harry had to admit that there was a reason why he was so famous.

At least in terms of patience in dealing with fanatical fans, Harry feels ashamed and in awe of himself.

After finally getting rid of Colin, Harry sighed as if he had survived a disaster.

Oh my God, this kid was born to annoy him.

Even as he walked to the Great Hall, Harry still felt a little breathless, fearing that Colin would pop out from somewhere and take a picture of him, or say "Hello, Harry".

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked with concern: "You look very unhappy. Did someone offend you?"

"I think it's Colin Creevey." Ron said loudly, not caring at all that his voice was heard by the entire Gryffindor common room: "My God, he really has no sense of boundaries. He just follows Harry all day long..."

"Okay, Ron." Harry knew that Ron wanted to be the bad guy, but he didn't want Ron to take the blame.

"You should think of a way," Seamus said, "How about I give him a thunderbolt explosion and make sure he stays in Madam Pomfrey's hospital ward for a few days..."

"That's a bit too cruel." Neville whispered, "But I don't have any good solution... Alas, it really is."

Even someone as honest as Neville couldn't stand what Colin was doing.

"My suggestion is to ignore him," Hermione said softly, "I think he'll get bored if he keeps bothering me for a while."

There was a moment of silence in the common room, and no one seemed to believe Hermione's words.

"Think about Filch's cat," Ron whispered. "It's been petrified until now. It's been half a year since last term, right? Sometimes I think, if Colin could be petrified, it would be great - then we would solve two big problems."

"Why two?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"One problem is how to deal with Colin Creevey." Ron shrugged. "The other problem is Colin Creevey himself."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Ron is indeed quite good at complaining.

During lunch, Harry saw Hedwig flying in.

I thought Hedwig was carrying something, but it turned out to be a letter from Mr. Flamel.

There were three more owls behind them, each holding a large bag in its claws.

Hedwig dive-bombed the letter in front of Harry, and it fell into Harry's arms. The little fur ball nudged Harry hard and made a delicate whimper.

The remaining three owls placed the big bag next to Harry and then fluttered away.

Harry looked down and saw that the big bag was filled with bundles of British pounds.

He opened the letter again and read:

Dear Sir:
How are you doing lately? It should be the first day of school now. I think life in Hogwarts must be very exciting.

Miss Sweeting is currently recovering well and is expected to return to Hogwarts by the end of this month.

PS: I really like the gift you gave me. Perenelle and I agree that the game called "Sid Meier's Civilization I" is very interesting. It adds a lot of fun to our lives instead of having to wait for time to pass every day.

I have enclosed a bag of pounds with this letter. Please help me buy a few more computers when it is convenient for you. I would like to modify this tool in my spare time to make it more suitable for the physique of a wizard.

Nicolas Flamel's letter to Harry Potter, 2 Septembre, 1992
Harry put the letter away and looked at the bag of pounds again.

“Oh my god, what is this?!”

Hermione uttered a cry of surprise.

"look."

Harry pulled a bundle of fifty-pound notes from his bag, which were not actually everyday denominations.

"Is this British pounds?!" Hermione asked in a low voice. She looked at the bulging bag that was half her size in disbelief. "So many British pounds... My God, Harry, what kind of rich friend do you have?"

Seamus also came forward. He was a half-blood wizard and of course he knew the purchasing power of the pound.

God knows, even if his father worked year after year for more than ten years, he might not be able to save up this bag of pounds.

"I don't know whether he has money or not, but he is definitely richer than me," Harry said truthfully.

No matter how arrogant he was, he would not dare to compare his financial strength with that of an alchemist who had lived for more than 600 years.

God knows how much fortune Nicolas Flamel has accumulated over the years.

But... the letter said that Mr. Flamel wanted him to buy a few more computers? He also wanted to modify the computers into tools suitable for wizards?

Ok……

Harry thought it was interesting and thought he should let Mr. Flamel try it.

"Is this Muggle currency?" Ron asked, leaning over. "How much money can these little pieces of paper have?"

Wizards living in the wizarding world will not understand the Muggle world, and similarly, Muggles living in the Muggle world will not understand wizards.

Ron obviously had no idea about the British pound.

"Did you see that?" Hermione pulled out a piece of paper and waved it in front of Ron. "One piece of paper like this is fifty pounds. You have to know that the exchange rate at Gringotts is five pounds to one Galleon. Just think about how much money there is here."

Ron felt his brain suddenly overloaded.

My god, one piece of paper is ten gold galleons, so many pieces of paper...

Ron felt like he was out of breath.

So many Galleons... so many Galleons, how many chicken legs can I buy with them!!!

"I think I should take some time to go out if I have time." Harry folded the letter and put it in his arms: "But this money is indeed a bit too much. I should return the remaining money after buying it."

Ron forced himself to withdraw his eyes from the bag of money and said in agreement, "You're right, Harry, we can't covet other people's money--"

Hearing Ron's words, Harry turned around and gave him a thumbs up along with several of his friends.

Ron scratched his head and chuckled.

In order to avoid being seen, Harry quickly stuffed the bag of pounds into his wallet.

Fortunately, the bag of money was surrounded by their friends, and the people around didn't notice what happened here, so it didn't cause any waves.

Well... since Mr. Lemay wants to research it, then just research a few more models for him - he remembered that there was also a laptop computer, and he could also buy a few for Mr. Lemay.

If this could be researched, it would be easy to make money in the wizarding world, not to mention anything else.

He actually had no great interest in money, but considering that all of Vivi's money had been taken away by Gellert, Harry felt that he needed to earn some money to fill Vivi's coffers.

"By the way, Harry." Hermione suddenly said, "Just now, Diggory from Hufflepuff asked me to ask you, when does our duel hut start?"

"The night after tomorrow," said Harry. "I have to go to Professor Lockhart's tomorrow night."

"What are you going to do with him?" Hermione asked puzzledly, "Oh my God, Harry, this is such an honor, you must seize the opportunity..."

"Professor Lockhart asked me to help him write a letter to his fans," Harry said honestly. "He said he was too busy making lesson plans for us to handle the task, so this was the only way he could respond to his fans who loved him."

Hermione cupped her hands over her heart at Harry's words.

"God, he's really thoughtful, isn't he?"

Ron made a retching expression, but Hermione didn't see it.

If he was discovered, he would probably be scolded again, but Ron was not stupid.

"Professor Lockhart also said that he would teach me some skills to deal with fanatical fans." Harry said softly, "Actually, I didn't want to go, but considering that he wanted to teach this, I decided to go and learn it. After all... you know."

Everyone nodded. They had seen with their own eyes how annoying Colin Creevey was.

Oh my God, if there was someone like this waiting there at a fixed time every day, it would be really suffocating.

We are all classmates, so it is not right to hit or scold...

At the same time, Harry was thinking that he could go to the bathroom to drink some aging potion on his way back from writing to Professor Lockhart, and then talk to Bodrick to tell him that Headmaster Dumbledore had the Angel's Feather.

While Harry was planning, Lockhart in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office also turned into an elegant old woman.

Although she looks old, one can tell from her demeanor and temperament that she was an impeccable and elegant beauty when she was young.

She is Vida Rosier, Gellert Grindelwald's right-hand man.

Vader unfolded a piece of parchment on the table and wrote down the next plan in detail on it. He also emphasized his admiration for Gellert's vision for discovering such an outstanding talent as Harry Potter.

In addition, she also specifically praised Harry's abilities in all aspects.

The letter also said that Gellert's approach was correct, allowing her to make arrangements in advance and win over Dumbledore's golden boy.

She also attached a photo of herself and Harry in the letter, but it was a photo of them in Lockhart's appearance.

After writing, Vida threw the letter into the fireplace.

Then, a pale blue flame ignited in the fireplace and swallowed the letter in one gulp.

……

Nurmengardberg, Austria.

Gellert's face turned pale when he received the letter. He sat there holding the photo, saying nothing.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" the wizard behind him asked with concern.

Gellert did not answer, but waved his hand backwards.

The wizards obediently withdrew, leaving Gellert alone in the room to think.

After a while, a pale blue flame ignited in Gellert's hand, burning the photo into ashes that scattered around the room.

"Heh, Scarhead Veela..."

"Do you think...my sister will mourn for you?"

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　There are many cities named "Bandon" in the world, but since Bunworth Banshee is an Irish legend and is mainly distributed in Ireland and Scotland, it can be determined that the Bandon mentioned in the section is an Irish city.

　　In the simplified Chinese version of "The Chamber of Secrets", the name of this city is translated as "Wanlun", and it is mentioned in the footnote that it is a "port city in southwestern Thailand". Considering the distribution of female ghosts, this must be a mistranslation.

　　In addition, the original translation of "female ghost" is Banshee. This word comes from the Irish word "bean sí", which is more appropriately translated as "female banshee". She is a female banshee who predicts death in Irish legends. She is also called "banshee" or transliterated as "banshee". For example, Sylvanas, the "Banshee Queen" in "World of Warcraft", is the Banshee Queen.

　　Like the Thestrals, the Banshee is harmless, but because her appearance is often accompanied by death, she is also regarded as an ominous creature, so people are afraid of her.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)