Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

A few hours ago, Ron went through a thrilling trip to confinement.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he knocked on the door of Professor Lockhart nervously, staggeringly saying that he had come to confinement.

"Is there such a thing?" Lockhart looked sick, "Oh, yes, that's right! You little villain..."

He dragged Ron Entered the office and pushed him into a chair.

"Well, the content of the punishment... I think about it, how can you make you sincerely repent and weeping bitter tears to thank Gilderoy Lockhart for being great?"

Ron looked at him dumbfounded , Lockhart's arrogance got worse again?

"I thought about it!" Lockhart said frightened and flustered, and he took out a stack of bulging envelopes from the cabinet in the corner.

"Teacher, professor, what is this?" Ron swallowed, don't, don't...

"These are letters from avid fans, I have collected a part of it ——My favorite! You need to copy them all again." Lockhart high-spirited and vigorous said.

Things are going in the worst direction.

Ron felt that these letters combined were thicker than the two large books that Malfoy copied.

He opened an envelope, took out the letter paper inside, and said at the beginning: "Dear Gilderoy Luo, I am your loveliest and most loyal reader Moriyaya, I hold your book everyday all Sleeping, because there are your most charming photos on it, oh Gilderoy Luo, your curly hair is scratching my heart, I can’t wait to have a great adventure with you in my dream..."

" Vomit~" Ron almost vomited.

"Are you sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"No--"

"If you don’t have it, start copying. This is a punishment for your sneak attack professor. No, it’s a reward-so you have the honor to be with my readers. , Feel my own greatness."

What Lockhart said today was unexpectedly straightforward. Ron originally thought he was a peacock, at least he would hide his ass when the screen was turned on.

But he has no right to choose, Ron had to force himself not to think about anything, not to think about the meaning of what he copied. But just after writing two lines, he got sick again.

So he began to focus on Lockhart, and his mind turned desperately to make himself think of other things.

Separated from him by two positions, Lockhart also spread out a parchment, picked up the quill, soaked in ink, and wrote lines of flameboyant scribbles on it, still mumbled in his mouth: "Merlin Ah, I'm so unlucky, and I have to apologize to stupid Fudge..."

Ron had a frightened night, because Lockhart seemed to be a different person, and there was no door to him. He confided to him. A lot of secrets.

Either complaining that Dumbledore cheated him, or complaining that Professor Haip robbed him of the limelight.

He also mentioned the days when he was in school. On Valentine's Day, he spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of greeting cards for himself, but there was no splash. He had to live for it. Two months of hard work...

The time finally arrived at midnight, Ron mustered up the courage to ask to leave, Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall, "Is it so late? Go, put Put the letter in the cabinet, and continue tomorrow."

Ron held the stack of letters and came to the big cabinet with a "babble". He tried to pull it, but the door didn't move. "Professor Lockhart, the cabinet is locked!"

Lockhart murmured and waved wand until the third time, the cabinet door slammed open, almost hitting Ron in the nose.

Ron opened the cabinet. There were a dozen small drawers inside. He didn't know where to put it, but he didn't dare to ask. He had to open the drawers one by one to find the right space.

When he turned to a certain compartment, he saw a parchment clipped by a clip, and the top line of text stopped him from looking at it.

"Records of Armenia's visit to the old wizard (Note: werewolf adventure)."

He jumped and glanced again--

"If you plan to go to the protagonist It’s an ugly, old Armenian wizard, and the story itself is quite exciting."

There is a short paragraph in the middle that seems to record someone’s words, "Yes, the people in that village are miserable. They face werewolf all the time. The original reason was that they killed a little wolf pup who took the initiative to attack the livestock. It was really sad~"

Ron’s heart peng peng jumped, he didn’t know why, but he quietly pulled out The middle pages of this document-he dare not take the top page.

Lockhart's voice came from afar, "What are you rubbing?"

"Horse, right now, Professor Lockhart." Ron stuffed the pages of parchment into his arms , And then randomly scattered the letters from the readers into three drawers, and hurriedly closed the cabinet.

"Teach, professor, I'm leaving first." Ron ran out of Lockhart's office quickly.

His heart was still beating violently along the way.

Back to the common room, there was no who at this time. He hid in a corner and carefully read the three parchments he took out of his arms.

After watching for a while, he was a little confused. Although the content of the story made him familiar, it was just an ordinary interview.

Has Lockhart also worked part-time as a reporter?

Ron returned to the bedroom and saw Harry who was already asleep. He stuffed the parchment into a book at will and fell asleep.

For the next week, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was peaceful and peaceful.

Don’t worry about the attack or the trouble of exams, the young wizards had a fantastic weekend.

Hermione finally took off the mask. She now only needs to wear a hat and cover the cat's ears. It looks no different from normal.

"Lavender thought I had a terminal illness before." Hermione was breathing the fresh air, her face flushed with cold, but she had no idea of ​​wearing a scarf.

"Who is Lavender?" Ron asked.

"She is my roommate."

Ron imagined it, and he asked uncertainly: "Is that the girl with freckles?"

"It's not her, Ron, I thought you would remember the Gryffindor wizard with you." Hermione said sharply.

"I remember, I just couldn't face it. And do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked rhetorically.

"Of course!"

"Have you talked to him?"

Hermione closed her mouth tightly.

In the evening, Felix instructed Hermione to complete the upgrade plan for the beaded pouch.

Felix looked at the parchment with interest: "Are you going to partition a part of the space inside? Is it used to hold things? A good attempt, but the difficulty has increased accordingly."

"Professor, do you think it can be done at my level?" Hermione asked.

"Um...If you want to do it yourself, at least--" Felix thought for a while, "You also need to learn 21 practical magic texts in a targeted manner, and skillfully portray some of the magic text circuits, plus Some basic theories of alchemy."

"I can make a list of books for you."

Felix shua~ shua~ shua~ Write a series of reference books, Hermione's mouth suddenly Bitter...