"That's for sure. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Draco pauses his propaganda about Krum with some hesitation, and then answers Vio's words. He then looked at Vio strangely, "I heard you're planning to join the team too?"

"Huh?" Vio was a little surprised, but soon remembered that it must have been due to Lady Sontrell, who had misunderstood her behavior when he saw her hanging from the ceiling - thinking that she liked Harry to practice her flying posture.

Vio thought she would forget about it, but she didn't expect her to really make it a priority and tell the Malfoys about it.

"Yes, anyway-the threshold for our team is probably not too high, with you and my family-" Vio shrugged her shoulders as she raised her money bag and shook it at Draco, "That's enough." ”

Draco was still concentrating on the bubbles rising from the ice cream, when he suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He looked at her coldly and didn't speak for a long time. The popsicle began to melt slowly, and finally a drop of sticky red juice fell on Draco's hand, who gave him a disgusted look at his hand before turning and leaving.

Vio was at a loss, what, did she say something wrong again?

Although the original book does not directly say how Draco entered the Slytherin team, Hermione alluded to the later conflict that Draco paid players to buy broomsticks before joining the team.

She thought she and Draco could discuss this - bribery or something, shouldn't they be commonplace?

It seemed that she and the "ally" she considered to be no better than that - it was all Professor Snape, if he hadn't obstructed it, how could Draco and VIO be so alien now?

Seeing that Draco's figure was about to disappear around the corner, Vio chased after him in frustration.

They walked to the bookstore, which was already crowded with people, and everyone was waiting in a long line outside, wanting to enter.

A large banner was also raised on the goddess pillar outside the corridor upstairs:

Gilderoy Lockhart autographed autobiography "I Can Magic" for sale, 12:30-4:30 p.m. today.

Draco frowned deeply as he looked at everything in front of him, and Vio searched the crowd for Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Santriel, wondering if they had arrived first.

Then she gave up—the crowd seemed to be mostly witches of Madame Sontrell's age, with fanatical expressions on their faces, and many of them fiddling with their collars and hair—and if there were two well-dressed men, they would have stood out.

A tired wizard stood in the doorway and said, "Ladies, be quiet・・・・・・ don't crowd, beware of the ・・・・・・ books"

"Oh, the book signing-" Mr. Malfoy's voice rang out behind Draco, "Draco, take out the book list and take a look with VIO, what books are there to buy, we need to go as fast as we can, from the back of the bookstore to the second floor-Cyril, hold me up, the cauldron bar, I really didn't expect ・・・・・・"

Reluctantly, Draco pulled out the list and placed it in the middle for Vio to read with him.

Second-graders should read: Standard Spells, Level 2, by Miranda Goshak;

"Breaking with the Female Ghost", by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Travelling with Ghouls, by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Walking with Trolls, by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Traveling on a Boat with Vampires, by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Wandering with Werewolves, by Gilderoy Lockhart;

A Year with the Tibetan Yeti, by Gilderoy Lockhart;

・・・・・・

"Look, don't you have to look closely. Draco said coldly, but still put the list in Vio's hand, "I bet this guy put all the books he's written in the list, and when the time comes, we'll just go in and take the full set." ”

As he spoke, looking at the banner on the second floor, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth casually, and his eyes were bored. It can be seen that he has no affection for Gilderoy Lockhart at all.

They hurried around Mr. Malfoy down an alley to the back of the Blotted Bookstore—there was an outdoor staircase leading to the second floor, but there was no one here today—the man who was holding the book signing was on the first floor.

The manager of the Blotted Bookstore led them all the way to the second floor, where they watched the bustling crowd on the first floor over the atrium.

"Thanks to Mr. Lockhart, the bookstore today probably has the highest sales of books ever. The steward stroked his short goatee in relief and said to Mr. Santrill and Mr. Malfoy beside him.

"yes, that's a big congratulations. Mr. Santrill smiled, but Vio noticed that he was looking at the place where Gilderoy Lockhart was selling books, and his eyes were quite picky.

The manager smiled slightly, and said, "Since it is such a coincidence that I am in the store today, you two can give me the book list, and I will prepare those books for Miss Santrill and Master Malfoy." ”

Mr. Malfoy nodded, clearly pleased with his attitude, "Galileo, it's always so nice to see you. ”

Vio handed over the list, and the bookstore manager who called Galileo nodded and left.

The four of them stood over the atrium, chatting and waiting. Vio noticed that Mr. Malfoy kept adjusting the position of the package under his armpit, and kept his eyes on the crowd looking for something.

She followed suit.

Lockhart was a young wizard who sat at a table covered with an ornate cloth and held an exaggerated pen with feathers two or three times as long.

He was surrounded by a circle of large photographs of himself, all of which showed faces blinking at the crowd and showing their dazzling white teeth. He himself, on the other hand, wore a blue wizard's robe like a forget-me-not flower, which matched his blue eyes.

He also wore a pointed wizard hat crooked on one of his curly hair, and although it seemed silly to VIO, he seemed to like it, adjusting the brim with his own hand from time to time, and then tilting his head and pulling the tip of his hat to pose to the photographer in the interval between signings.

The short man with the big black camera, who looked grumpy, jumped up and down to take pictures of him, puffs of purple smoke coming out of the camera lens every time the flash tore through everything, and everyone next to him covered their noses, but Lockhart still grinned and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"But so, a narcissistic little white face. Dumbledore was really a poor donkey - he couldn't even find a decent person who could teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, and I believe the school council should have the right idea of this man and the headmaster. Mr. Malfoy looked down at Lockhart and said to Mr. Santrill with a mocking smile and a hint of drunkenness.

"You're saying this guy will succeed Quirrell as the teacher of their new Defence Against the Dark Arts class?" Mr. Santriel sounded shocked, "he looks more like a star than a teacher - look at his attitude towards that kid-"

The crowd below exploded to get out of the way, and whispered excitedly, Vio saw Lockhart rush to the end of the road, grab a little boy's arm, and pull him in front of him, and the audience erupted in applause for some reason.

The little boy was Harry, and he tried his best to stand as far away as he could next to Lockhart, but he didn't seem to have enough strength.

Lockhart pressed Harry's twisted shoulders and took his hand for the photographer to take a picture of, and the short man frantically pressed the shutter again and again, and puffs of smoke drifted into the air, blocking their view.

Mr. Malfoy grew more and more uneasy, and he strode around the bookshelves to make his way downstairs, "Cyril, I need to see, the school council must know what kind of embroidered pillow it is—" Draco hastened to follow.