The second school year ended so thrillingly, which really made many little wizards and their parents who were once a melon-eating crowd cheer that there were no dead people, it was really rich.

Think of the thousand-year-old basilisk, even when the magnificent castle of Hogwarts was crumbling in the face, they were still unscathed after watching strongly.

This thing is simply crazy and cool, and decades later, when Jiang Lai is likely to sit on the rocking chair and tease his grandchildren, he leisurely tells his grandchildren about the exciting scene.

Of course, in order to get the envy and reverence of the children, they will do a certain amount of oil and vinegar~ as our Ron classmates did.

The joyful atmosphere at the end of the exam filled the young wizards, and the table was full of laughter, and the sound and cheerfulness were obviously much better than the time of the final.

Many young wizards are discussing and looking forward to their wonderful holiday life, making all kinds of plans for the vacation that has not yet begun, and at the same time accepting rewards from their families for their hard work.

Once again, the owls threw down all sorts of parcels and letters, took a bite on the table, and returned to the Hogwarts Owl Tower to rest, or return.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Ron's loud voice with a hint of ostentatious tone that could not be concealed awakened by a group of young wizards who were immersed in food and pleasure. Of course, given the good mood at the moment, the little wizards were generally more pleasant to hear about his new gossip news.

[Shocked!Hogwarts has hidden a secret for thousands of years, I don't know if it's not the wizard of Britannia!]

[Tragedy!The thousand-year-old basilisk appeared at Hogwarts and almost caused a major accident!]

[Big news!A Gryffindor man, who is suspected to be the founder of Hogwarts, appeared in shock, and the Ministry of Membrane Law flatly denied it?]

Shocked...... This is the most official newspaper in the wizarding world, and Harry looked at the latest copy of the Daily Prophet in his friend's hand, which was like a gossip newspaper in the Muggle world.

As Ron read aloud, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the news quickly. Apparently the Ministry of Magic doesn't want to make big news right now, and the descriptions of those reports are vague, and the descriptions of important details seem to be harmonized with the others.

But......

Harry noted the last detailed report with a black line on his face, "In accordance with the Underage Wizarding Protection Act, one of Harry Potter's roommates who was inconvenient to give his name described the scene to us. ”

"See, there's a picture of me and Spotted on it, look, I'm on the Daily Prophet!" Ron was inexplicably excited, "They admit it, it's a transformation prop that Gryffindor used and blessed." ”

Harry seemed to feel that he had been dying after the Gryffindor toss, and now he was even more fading when he held it up in Ron's hand for everyone to see.

"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart looks like he's leaving. A red-cheeked girl sat down against Harry, causing the little clam to stiffen.

In the secret room, he accidentally blocked a basilisk attack for Ginny, and then woke up in a coma from a serious injury, and the little sister of the Weasley family stuck to him.

Even in the first few days, when his body had not fully recovered, the girl, who was a year younger than him, fed Harry by taking care of the sick number.

In the past few days, at Harry's insistence, he finally ended the feeding that made him feel ashamed in his heart. But Ginny still approached him in every way.

To use the words of Qiu Zhang, a classmate from Ravenclaw next door, to complain is that Ginny is now in a kind of, "The hero saves her life, the little woman has no way to repay it, she can only promise it with her body." ”

Although some of the translations of this ancient dialect from the East were a little awkward, Harry accepted the explanation with a smile...... To be reasonable, I'm only 12 years old in the second grade now, shouldn't this kind of thing be too early......

But every time I wanted to refuse completely, Ginny had just seen the pear blossoms with rain, and before the rain was pouring down, the Weasley Brotherhood, led by the George Fred twin brothers, would appear in time. Even if they didn't do anything, it was just the pestle there, and the way that the menacing who dared to bully my sister made poor little Harry instantly turn into a dog.

Well...... Following the supreme instructions of a certain Sivin Lowe Swift who had skipped class and ran away, everything was fine. Of course, our sweet little Harry also has a hint of joy in this situation.

"You know you look disgusting. Harry's cheerful train of thought was interrupted by an angry voice, and he turned to see that it was his friend Hermione Granger. Harry didn't ask Hermione why she came, because she knew from the bag of books she was carrying, and only a study freak like her would be immersed in studying during the garbage time between the end of the final exams and the holidays.

"Ahem. Harry smiled awkwardly and looked at Ginny, "Where has Professor Lockhart gone, I heard that he has given out a lot of excellent results in this year's assessments, and many people really want him to stay here." ”

Ginny grabbed a copy of the shocked newspaper and pointed to its signature—Gilderoy Lockhart, a staff writer for the Daily Prophet and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, 3rd class.

Harry felt that all the doubts in his heart had been solved, this style, this kind of headline, this kind of big news was not afraid of big things, and only their dear Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart could make it.

"We're going to be able to go to Hogsmeade next year. Harry looked at George Fred in the distance, who was selling all sorts of bizarre gadgets he had developed with the professors' tacit approval. As the study group communicated, as his relationship with Cedric Diggory grew from familiar to friendly, he realized how expensive the plucking and IQ taxes he had paid for the Hogsmeade specialties he had "smuggled" from George Fred.

Looking at Hermione, whose hair was as messy as his mood, Harry whispered, "Do you have any plans for the holidays?"

"My father sent me a letter saying that he had something to do to go to France, with his mother. Hermione frowned slightly, as the little girl's sixth sense antenna was frantically alerting her, as if there would be something unpleasant about this trip to France.

As for the source of this crisis...... She glanced up at the smiling pharmacist in the banquet hall, her eyes flashing with a sly glint from time to time, but the pharmacist with a compassionate and holy appearance, Lady Charlotte Granger, the source of the trouble was obvious.