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Gildero. Lockhart heard a rhythmic knock on the door and bounced off his chair. He hurriedly opened the door a crack for Casto to enter, poked his head out and scanned the empty hallway before carefully closing the door.

The owner of the room also closed the window. It was just afternoon, and a few candles were already lit on the table.

Countless golden picture frames hang on the walls. But he couldn't see anyone inside.

"Oh no. I shouldn't have let my admirers come and tell you. Has anyone else seen you? Lockhart looked horrified and sat down in his seat.

Casto sat across from his desk and raised an eyebrow.

He felt that this was the Lockhart he was familiar with.

"Mr. Luo, it's been a long time." He sighed, "It's only five years, and you're getting less guts." ”

Casto remembered the young writer in a lilac robe who wandered in the snowy mountains with a frightened face. He was looking for material in the Far East and heard from a couple that there was a man in the mountains of Tibet who could fight against the snowman, and sometimes went to a village to trade goods. The writer came to him in a hurry.

Professor Lockhart furrowed his features, revealing a painful expression of recollection.

He looked like he had cheered himself up before he smiled charmingly.

However, under Castor's watchful eye, he gave up the mask.

"Long time no see, Casto." Professor Lockhart said frustratedly, "Forgive me, I was so surprised that I didn't come to you. ”

He looked like he was speechless.

But Casto remembered what he was curious about.

"How did I not know you were a wizard?" Casto wondered, "You're not going to get to that point, are you?" ”

"Oh, you know, I was in an avalanche. The wand is missing. Professor Lockhart thought for a moment, "Also, I remember the International Secrecy Act, and I can't reveal these things to you. ”

Very reasonable explanation.

Professor Lockhart still looked confused. He sat behind his desk, his handsome face losing its original brilliance because of this expression. His hands rested on the table, writhing unconsciously. The wand was placed on his right hand, along with a giant peacock quill pen.

"Hurry up, I just want to see what you become when you succeed. No flattery, it means you still remember my habits," Casto yawned, "don't let my interest run out." ”

Professor Lockhart touched his head in a humble manner.

"That....... Do you have ......"

Castor had a sudden impulse.

"No, get out."

Thankfully, Castor wasn't so direct.

"Of course I haven't forgotten my promise," Casto crossed his arms and sat down in his chair, "because this kind of thing is so incredible, so change the main character of the book to yourself?" So to be famous? I thought it was funny then, and I still am. ”

Professor Lockhart's face glowed when he heard Casto's answer, which made Casto feel that he was not alone with the gray-looking youth he had just now. There was a sound of rustling all around, and a figure slowly appeared in the golden frame. Many haggard-looking and well-dressed Lockharts poked their heads out to confirm with the real Lockhart, and then cheered.

Castor looked around with interest, and some of Lockhart excitedly threw the nets into the air.

It's a lot of fun.

"That's how your other books are written?" Castor asked suddenly.

"Of course." Professor Lockhart smiled and nodded, looking like he had the answer to the question ready, "They're all just as generous as you are, Casto. ”

"You didn't do anything bad after you became famous?" Casto continued.

"Of course." Professor Lockhart replied very firmly, "I just want to experience the pleasure of being famous." ”

"I'll remember my promise too." Professor Lockhart continued, but suddenly stood up - it made Casto feel like he was truly his guest, "If I succeed, I won't forget you." At Hogwarts, if you can ask me for something, I'll never say no. ”

Professor Lockhart winked at him.

Casto doesn't care. He hadn't taken it seriously at the time — that is, Lockhart's promise at the time as a joke.

You know, a young man who doesn't know anything wants to be famous by writing a book based on someone else's story?

Now, though, it seems that Casto underestimated him.

Humming a tune, Professor Lockhart walked over and opened the window. The afternoon sun shone straight into the office, and the warm breeze blew out the candles. This made Casto a little sleepy.

He enthusiastically walked from behind his desk again, trying to put his arm around Casto's shoulder.

But Casto was already on his feet.

"Goodbye, Professor Lockhart, we're looking forward to your Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson."

"Is there a second-grade class in the afternoon?" Professor Lockhart was a little surprised, "Oh my God, my hair hasn't been tidied up yet!" ”

Casto pouted, turned and opened the door.

Lockhart waved goodbye to him in a panic, his eyes fixed on the wand on his desk.

The door closed softly. He was the same again, sighing in frustration.

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It was a sunny afternoon.

By the time Casto found the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, most of the students were already in place. Professor Lockhart was far behind him because of some appearance problems.

He sat down next to Hermione, as Harry and Ron sat in a row behind them very well. They always wanted Hermione to keep the teachers out of their way - Casto, who was now on a par with Hermione, could draw fire for them.

Hermione was still reading. However, it has been replaced, "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman".

I heard that she has read Lockhart's book and is picking the one she likes to read again.

"Here's a picture Colin took for you." Hermione didn't take her eyes off the book, reaching out and handing Casto a picture, not asking Lockhart what he was doing with him.

"Did you meet Colin?" Casto was a little strange and looked at the photo, "Does he know you?" ”

Under the stars, the majestic Hogwarts is in the background, and the boys and girls huddle at the end of the boat, happily playing.

With the right development potion, the person in the photo will move.

"No, he knew Harry - we met him in the hallway," Hermione said simply, closing the book and looking expectantly in the direction of the classroom door, "I just- took a look." ”

Casto thought Hermione was a little strange, but didn't think much of it, and took out a book of potions and looked at it.

Casto didn't want to know what Lockhart was going to say.

Because for him, it's just another self-study class.

So, he couldn't stop a disastrous lesson.

However, as for Casto, he would not dissuade Lockhart from letting the Cornish elves out after some boring quizzes.

"Timfna. Formegi: Kidnapped by elves while vacationing in Cornwall, he has lived in fear ever since. Attempts were made to induce the Ministry of Magic to manually kill all elves, but failed. In the chaos of the classroom, Casto grabbed a flying elf and told Harry, Ron, and Hermione what he had seen, "I'd love to see these troublemakers." ”

Hermione froze the two elves with a freezing spell and blamed Casto, "It's only with spells!" ”

She seemed to have recovered and was excited to play against Casto.

"Do you expect me to use spells?" Castor was amazed, "That seems good." Turn your back and close your eyes! Cover your ears! ”

A new star erupted in the messy classroom. It was as if the sun was burning, and the bright light filled every corner. There were also terrible explosions and splinters.

They opened their eyes a little dizzy, lowered their hands, and saw that the remaining glass that had not been smashed by the elves had cracked. The elves staggered, some crawling with difficulty on the ground, others reclining in the corners without love.

"These are my assists," Casto said smugly, "and I won." ”

Harry and Ron's eyes widened, and Hermione looked unconvinced.

Together, the boys easily caught them in the cage - they were powerless to resist.

"Lockhart wouldn't have been able to deal with these imps without us." Ron complained that he had just been bitten on the ear.

"Absolutely." Harry nodded a little depressedly, and he was again stared at with disdain by a group of animals.

However, at this time, Hermione was still convinced that Professor Lockhart was testing them by running away first.

"Think of the amazing things he did - he single-handedly blocked a group of snowmen and saved a fleeing family!" Hermione was a little angry and said in a adoring tone.

Harry and Ron looked at Casto with strange eyes.

Castor scratched his head. He promised not to tell the truth about Lockhart's book—he thought that Harry and Ron had heard about him and vaguely guessed why Lockhart had gone to Castor.

The two of them seemed to be a little sharper.

Casto also felt a little blushing for the first time in his life. He quickly changed the subject.