"I'm stupid, really."

In Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart raised his dull eyes and continued.

"I just know that Bushmill whiskey is very strong, don't drink too much at once, I don't know that after adding wine, it can be so easy to get intoxicated......"

"During the dinner, I was back in the office and was preparing for the lesson on my own, when the leader of the dwarfs knocked on my door and said that his brother was missing.

I asked everywhere, and sure enough, there was none.

I was in a hurry, so I hurriedly went out to look for it. It wasn't until the end of the dinner that I searched around to find my bedroom and saw his clothes in the doorway.

The dwarfs said, "Oh no, I'm afraid I'm going to be attacked."

When I went in again, he was lying on the bed, stripped naked, tied to the bed, and holding my autograph tightly in his hand......"

Lockhart then just whimpered, unable to utter a word.

Since that day, Lockhart had drunk Snape's aphrodisiac and applauded the dwarfs for love...... He became what he is now.

The students below yawned and listened to Lockhart's story.

At the beginning, everyone will shed a few tears of sympathy.

As the number of times increased, no one liked to listen to Lockhart's story, not even Marietta, who liked him the most.

But that didn't stop Lockhart from repeating the story and watching everyone's reactions.

As a qualified writer, you must know which version of the story can inspire the reader's tears and sexual interest more!

Lockhart wants to turn pain into strength, change his personal experience and add it to his new book.

The protagonist of the story is no longer himself, but has changed into Snape.

Snape was attacked by the drank-stirring dwarfs and became a victim of the Bloody Drywalk!

This is Lockhart's unique way of getting revenge!

If you can't beat the evil Snape, you will poke it with a pen...... Write him to death!

Tsk, what an iron-clad England tough guy.

After class, Lockhart stopped William.

"What's wrong, Professor?" William said confusedly.

"How's my shampoo?" Lockhart rubbed his hands together and asked eagerly.

"The feedback isn't very good......," William said after a moment's silence.

Where is the feedback...... The shampoo is either purified by him, or it is being improved by adding various materials.

But you can't tell Lockhart that William is, after all, a white wolf with empty gloves, and a sheep.

Let's talk about him first!

"What then? So many bottles have been given away! ”

Lockhart was anxious when he heard this, and his heart was dripping blood, those were all shiny Garons!

Over the years, he has come and gone in the wind and rain, working on materials and writing everywhere, and he was attacked by dwarfs at Hogwarts...... Is it easy to make such a little hard-earned money?

"Don't worry." William said: "It's called hunger marketing, losing money and making money!"

Spread out the free shampoo first, and when everyone is used to the free, we can't do without this shampoo, and then we will suddenly increase the price and cut it a wave of leeks!

I'm a professional! ”

"Makes sense...... Lockhart bowed slightly, hesitating again. But you just said that the feedback was not good. ”

"That's in the British Isles, the feedback is not good, the wizards on this island are all countrymen, and they don't know the goods, otherwise why are there so many bald people?" William flickered half-truthfully.

"Makes sense......" Lockhart was afraid of baldness, so he developed the shampoo early.

As the saying goes: three years old to see the big, seven years old to see the old, twelve years old for life.

Judging from Lockhart's years of experience, many of the little wizards in this school will be bald in the future.

For example, the hair is groomed every time...... Malfoy!

He was exactly twelve years old, and Lockhart would never look away.

The thing that Lockhart didn't understand the most was Dumbledore.

Judging from the principal's hair, middle-aged people should be bald, how can they be old...... Not only did the hair come back, but it also grew and fluttered?

He had never heard of a potion for baldness, it was a terminal illness.

The principal must have a wig!

William continued to flicker: "British wizards don't know the goods, but let me tell you, Lao Maozi likes your shampoo very much.

They like explosions, they like thrills, and the more dangerous they are, the more comfortable they are.

And the wizards of Northern Europe...... Know Kakaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrong School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

He wrote to tell me that he loved this shampoo to death. ”

"You still know Karkaroff?" Lockhart was pleasantly surprised.

"We met, we hit it off at first sight, called each other brothers, and he invited me to go to their school."

"What does he say about my shampoo?"

"He said that washing his chest hair is particularly soft, and he wants to invite you, the inventor, to wash it together."

"......" Lockhart covered his ass, bringing back not-so-good memories.

"By the way, William, I still have a few boxes of shampoo, you can take them all in a moment!"

"Isn't that good, Professor? I'm not that kind of person. ”

"Which of us is with whom, don't be polite to me."

At this moment, an owl flew over.

William was stunned, it was actually Rita's owl.

He said sorry, walked into the corner, took the letter, and opened the envelope.

Looking at the information on the letter, William's brows furrowed.

"What's the matter, William, who sent it?" Lockhart asked with a smile.

William smiled as well, looking meaningfully at Professor Lockhart.

"It's nothing, just suddenly I feel like the professor ...... It's powerful, it's hidden. ”

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Principal's Office.

Dumbledore crossed his hands and leaned back in his chair.

"Where did you get your message? William. He asked softly.

"Hmm...... Well...... this."

"I don't have to."

"From Rita, I grabbed her little handle." William was vague.

"That's what you're talking about at Christmas, right?"

"That's right." William nodded, "But now isn't the time to talk about Rita, Professor, we're talking about Hagrid!" ”

"Hagrid's problem, in the whole incident, is not too much of a problem." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But Lockhart reported that Hagrid had opened the Chamber of Secrets, that he was going to be taken to Azkaban, and Fudge said that he would send the Aurors ......"

"This should have happened half a year ago." Dumbledore said.

"When the Chamber of Secrets first opened, Fudge wrote to me to arrest Hagrid and go to Azkaban, but I pressed him down."

"That's right...... Does that mean that there is no room for undo? ”

"Nope." Dumbledore shook his head, his gaze shining through his half-moon glasses.

"William, you should know more about our minister, you will have to deal with him sooner or later."

"What do you mean?"

"I've put your name up as the Wizengamot British youth representative."

"I thought it was just a casual remark."

"Fudge did say it casually, but I took it seriously, and I happen to be the chief magician of the Wizengamot, and I need you to help me!"

William didn't pay much attention. "Let's talk about the minister."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and said softly, "Fujige is a politician at heart, and when it comes to things, he likes to habitually dump the blame and put the blame on others.

When there was an attack at Hogwarts, he would not be able to resist the pressure and would take Hagrid away.

I pressed it for a while, but I couldn't lose face too much, I wasn't the Minister of Magic after all.

And he has long been jealous of me in his heart, and always feels that I am going to take away his power. ”

"Why aren't you Minister of Magic...... You will definitely be better than him. William said confusedly.

Dumbledore was silent, he was silent for a long time.

"William, it's not that I boast, the post of Minister of Magic has been placed in front of me, not once, but many times.

But I refused, knowing that I couldn't give the power to me. ”

"Why?"

"Because I did something wrong when I was younger, terrible, desperate wrong...... I hurt a child, a child who is about the same as your sister Anne. ”

"That incident proved that power was my weakness, my temptation...... I swore it...... A lifelong teacher at Hogwarts. ”

Dumbledore looked out the window in silence for a long time.

William was also in a daze.

He suddenly realized that the painful man in front of him was actually a gray-haired, hundred-year-old man.

And everyone always habitually let Dumbledore stand at the front, sheltering from the wind and rain.

William couldn't help but comfort:

"Professor, if that kid sees you now, how great you are, he will forgive you."

"Yes." Dumbledore burst into tears, "That child has always been gentle, and she will definitely forgive me with a smile...... It's just that I don't forgive myself! ”

"I don't deserve to be forgiven, Hogwarts...... It's my Azkaban. ”

William opened his mouth, but there was nothing to say, he stood up, across the table, and patted the old man's broad shoulder comfortingly.

This picture is strange and pathetic.

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