People watched Zhang Hao leave, looking a little overwhelmed.

At this time, no one licked his face and stammered Lockhart, and no one belittled Zhang Hao for Lockhart.

Most people stay out of this kind of thing when it is not self-interested.

At this time, the only one who can relieve the embarrassment is probably Lockhart himself.

He snorted, "It seems that we have met a funny gentleman, but it will not hinder it, for this is bound to be an extraordinary moment! I am going to take this wonderful occasion to announce a little matter, which I have been pressing down for some days, and I have not said it." ”

"When young Harry walked into the Blotted Bookstore today, he just wanted to buy my autobiography – I was willing to give it to him for free on the spot. ”

In fact, he had put an entire set of books in Harry's hands.

The scene suddenly burst into warm applause, and everyone seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Lockhart smiled with satisfaction, "But Harry doesn't know—"

He shook Harry, nearly knocking the kid apart.

"He's going to get something more valuable than 'I Can Magic', and in fact, he's going to get a real, magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure and pride to announce that this year I will be a Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The friends were about to go to Zhang Hao, and were instantly stunned when they heard the news.

Oh, my God!

Zhang Hao, that guy, offended the new professor before school started?

What will happen after this?

Harry forgot about his struggles, he felt like he couldn't spend the new semester quietly!

......

At this time, Zhang Hao had already walked to the door of the Lichen Bookstore.

Since I couldn't find the black notebook in the store, I had to give up!

Love, anyway, there is a savior for everything, just leave it to Harry.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I was greeted by two more acquaintances.

It was a father and son, the old and the young, both with silver hair.

The youngest is Zhang Hao's classmate and roommate, the tsundere boy Draco Malfoy.

The older one was Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, who wore a well-made close-fitting robe and held a delicate cane in his hand.

His wand may be hidden in that staff, as many sophisticated wizards do.

"Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy!Draco, how was the holiday?" Zhang Hao took the initiative to greet him, if he remembered correctly, these two should have just come from Diagonal Alley.

"You bastard?" Draco said, rolling his eyes, "I learned a lot of magic during the holidays, what about you? Did you create some amazing magic of your own? Or did you get any new privileges? I think you must be smug, right?"

This kid's tone is a little sour, and he seems to be very envious of Zhang Hao's privileges!

"Draco, can't be so rude. Old Malfoy said with a straight face: "Your classmates are better than you, so you should learn from him." Instead of being like a little girl, she only knows how to be jealous. ”

Draco twisted his face unhappily and snorted softly.

However, it can be seen that he has listened to what he said, but he is just a little unconvinced in front of Zhang Hao.

Old Malfoy changed his kind face and said to Zhang Hao, "Slytherin is really proud to have a genius like you! Draco and you are classmates, I hope you can take care of each other." ”

Draco rolled his eyes again, he felt awkward.

"Of course, that's not a problem. Zhang Hao smiled: "Mr. Malfoy, I heard that you believe in pureblood, but I was born in a Muggle family, do you think it is appropriate for Draco to associate with me?"

A hint of unnaturalness flashed on Old Malfoy's face, and he said with a smile: "Bloodline is just for ordinary wizards, for a genius like you, it doesn't matter if you're pure-blooded or not. ”

"I'm not a genius, but you're right in the second half, bloodlines really can only be used against ordinary wizards. Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "I hope Mr. Malfoy doesn't pay too much attention to blood, this world is big, but there are very few wizards." Take a long-term view, and some of our demands can only be met if the wizarding world becomes more and more prosperous. If wizards kill each other, it is we who are ultimately unlucky. ”

"I don't understand what you mean," said Malfoy Sr. in a low voice, "can you explain?"

"Explanation? It is indeed necessary to explain. Zhang Hao nodded and said: "The transcendent has its own circle of transcendentals, but if the circle is too small, everyone will not be able to stretch." The wizarding society is such a small circle, and due to the number of people, this circle has a limited ability to resist pressure. ”

"If pure-bloodism becomes popular, the number of wizards will inevitably decrease further. Maybe one day, this small society will have to collapse because of the lack of population. At that point, the surviving wizards will have to blend in with the common people. ”

"At that time, can pureblood still guarantee pureblood?" Speaking of this, Zhang Hao's tone became more meaningful: "Pureblood is still your own face in the end!"

He knew in his heart that for a fox like Old Malfoy, it didn't really matter whether he was pure-blooded or not.

They only value profits, and pure-bloodism can bring them benefits, so they believe in pure-blood.

Purebloods don't benefit them, and they don't cling to the thighs of purebloods.

It's like following Voldemort twenty years ago, they talk about pure-bloodism, but their head is a complete half-blood wizard - how ironic is that?

Therefore, Zhang Hao has already seen through the old Malfoy!

"You're right," said old Malfoy, who was silent for a moment, nodded his head, "I will consider your advice and hope that we can become friends." So, we'll see you next time?"

"Looking forward to meeting next time!" Zhang Hao nodded, "Goodbye Mr. Malfoy, see Draco at the beginning of school!"

The Blotted bookstore was still packed, and Harry and his gang hadn't come out yet.

Zhang Hao wasn't going to wait for them, he planned to go back to the castle.

Since you can't find the black silk notebook, let's do it!

Suddenly, Zhang Hao looked back at Malfoy's father and son, who had blended into the crowd.

He had some doubts in his heart: "What are they doing in the Corner Alley? It seems to be contraband in the seller?

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao planned to go back and take another look.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he ran into the Weasleys, who had finished shopping.

And Harry, Hagrid, and the Granger family.

Mr. Weasley doesn't seem to be in a good mood, and Mrs. Weasley is counting him down.

"Can you restrain yourself a bit? You're all about to fight, what would Lockhart think if you got into a fight in front of him?"

"I guess he'll be happy," Fred muttered, "I just heard him say it's going to be a sensation if it starts!"