Dinner started at half-past five, and Vio hurried to deal with the flavored beef pie on his plate, and was about to rush to Lockhart's office to be locked down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As she approached the end of her meal, Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat down beside her, almost slumped into their seats from exhaustion.

Hermione glared at Vio weakly, as if she had done something she shouldn't have done.

Harry and Ron each grabbed a piece of torn wheat cake and munched on it like Hagrid's teeth.

When they had regained a little strength, Ron said with a mouthful full of food, "Eun walked to the clay stove—"

"You're leaving too early. Harry translated for him, "Vio, you could have stayed. Surely you wouldn't have guessed that within a few minutes of your walk, Neville fainted-

"We were repotting the mandrakes, and the mandrake roots were all crying, and Neville forgot to bring the earmuffs. ”

As a result, he was taken to the school hospital, and the pair of earmuffs was added. Professor Sprout went outside the greenhouse to take a look and didn't find you, and you can run at a good speed!" Ron swallowed his food, approving.

Vio didn't know what to make - only that her luck had been at its lowest point lately.

She looked at the empty plate, patted her belly lightly, and then stood up contentedly to say goodbye to them.

"It's time to go to Lockhart and be locked up! Maybe he'll share with me the valuable lessons of how to become famous. I'm looking forward to it. Vio said.

Harry and Ron slapped the table with a smile - they had always had little affection for Lockhart just like VIO.

But Hermione didn't hear Vio's tone, and she corrected in disgust, "It's Professor Lockhart!" and then looked envious at Vio.

Vio made a very formal salute and said solemnly, "Yes, sir, I'm going to see Professor Lockhart, and if I have the chance, I'll go out of my way to memorize the reply he wrote, and tell you the truth!"

"・・・・・・" a blush slowly rose on Hermione's face. Then he snorted dissatisfiedly, and whispered, "Originally-I wanted to tell you--I could help you in Potions class in the future, and you don't have to fear Professor Snape's threats-・・・・・・ now."

"Dear Chief Hermione, I was wrong, I will be seriously locked up with Professor Lockhart!" Vio immediately stopped joking, and instead admitted his mistake.

Hermione paused slightly, then put it in Vio's ear and said, "One more signature." Just one. ”

Vio's eyebrows fluttered. "Wrap it around me. ”

When he arrived outside Lockhart's office, there was a chirping of chiming birds from the hidden door, and Vio counted it, exactly six, that is, six o'clock.

She politely knocked on the door three times.

Lockhart's voice came from behind the door: "Come in." ”

As Vio walked in, the first thing he saw was the Lockhart frames hanging all over the wall, each of which had a candle lit next to it from the angle that best represented the photograph.

The brightest part of the room was not the center of the house, nor the table where Lockhart was writing or something, but the Lockhart in a frame.

The Lockharts walked around, greeting her with all sorts of gestures and smiles, each showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Ah, you're finally here. You're—"

"Virgo Santriel, Professor. Vio sat down at the small desk next to Lockhart at his beckoning. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You can write an envelope!" Lockhart said to Vio, as if it were a career of supreme honor. "Here, the first letter is addressed to Lady Gladys, and Merlin blesses her, my first ardent admirer. I was also different from her, and I deliberately put a few more recent photos in the letter. ”

After hearing this, Vio curled his lips and smiled at him in understanding.

Actually, she didn't understand.

After starting to write those addresses, VIO benefited from the old-fashioned aristocracy of the Santrill family, who asked their descendants to practice writing in flowery English, and wrote each line of addresses to perfection, and took them out individually to become a pleasing work of art.

She writes very seriously and devotedly - so as to avoid dying in Lockhart's gushing self-evaluations.

Sometimes, when her wrist was sore, she paused to write, and heard Lockhart say something like "Fame is a matter of difficulty that varies from person to person" or "Mortals die because of fame, and those who can gather fame out of thin air" or something like that.

She had to bite her lip and smile.

One thing is good, Lockhart is always so happy that he doesn't need her distraction to go along with it.

By the time it was almost 8 o'clock, Vio couldn't go any further, she had had enough of filling in Hokkaido, Japan one minute (why Lockhart would have readers living so far away, it's unscientific, Vio thought) and the next minute another letter indicating that it was sent to the French province of Burgundy.

Most importantly, it's time for the Quidditch team to be assessed.

So she stood up before Lockhart handed her another stack of envelopes.

"Professor, these are the addressed envelopes, please take a look. ”

Lockhart took it with some surprise, and then saw the beautiful and neat lettering on the envelope.

"Yes, that's what I should have written. Lockhart exclaimed.

It seemed that those words made Lockhart quite happy.

Then he looked at Vio, his eyes rolling, as if wondering why her attitude was so much worse than she had reacted to hearing about the confinement in the morning.

VIO felt that this was the right time.

She said as sincerely and properly as she could, "Professor, tonight at 8 o'clock in the evening, there is a Quidditch tryout tournament for the Slytherin house, can you—"

"Oh-" Lockhart said with a meaningful expression, "but you should know that a reply is a more important thing than a Quidditch team review - how many readers are waiting day and night for my reply? Santril, you are doing something great to free people from waiting, so I can't allow it-"

"Professor—you're mistaken. VIO took a deep breath and quickly changed his strategy and said. "I'm not asking you to end your confinement early – it's up to you when you decide, of course.

"It's just that there are a lot of players on the team like me, not only your students but also your fans, and we're all embarrassed to delay your time to get you to sign autographs - but everyone knows I'm here tonight for confinement, and I'm wondering if you'd like to make an exception and give me an autograph・・・・・・"

"Haha," Lockhart smiled heartily, his eyes visibly softer. "I see, you've always wanted my signature, haven't you?

"Today, I deliberately pretended not to come to my place to confine, just to get my attention. The autograph may be given to you, of course - and I may give you an additional one as a token of your faithful love for me. ”

As he spoke, he put down the ordinary quill pen he had used to reply to letters, and instead took out a large signature pen and waved it handsomely.

Then he handed it to VIO and said with a smile on his face, "Go ahead, go to your teammates, and let them see that if they love me with all their hearts, they can get this precious autograph." ”

Vio quickly took the note, thanked him, packed everything at the speed of light, and ran out of Lockhart's office before he could change his mind.