I didn't expect it!

William really didn't expect Mrs. Weasley to be a big fan of Lockhart. And they will bring Lockhart such a sumptuous pile of food.

He put the letter back in its place, then picked up a piece of pork chop, and the food was still warm.

It seems that the thermostat charm is attached to it, and Mrs. Weasley is really good at using these kitchen magic, as the original books say.

He tasted the pork chop in his hand, and it tasted very good.

If memory serves, Mrs. Weasley was also a good hand at dueling, and even participated in the second battle of Hogwarts in the books, killing Bellatrix.

I really don't know what she did when she was younger.

In this way, the office fell into a brief silence, except for the rustling of pens and the faint sound of chewing.

"All right, William. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but I'm writing this letter with some seriousness. For such a faithful and lovely reader, I am willing to do anything for them. ”

Lockhart's voice broke the rare silence, he raised his head and stretched a little lazily, then blew the ink on the letterhead.

"It's okay, I just finished eating." William waved his hand indifferently, he was just thinking about something else, and by the way, he was enjoying this rare tranquility.

"Tastes good, doesn't it? Twenty years back, I would have liked to eat such greasy food. Lockhart looked overjoyed after seeing William nod.

"That's right, if you want to grow up to be a good wizard like me, then a reasonable diet is essential."

No, no, no, you think too much, I'm going to be a good wizard, but not like you, not at all.

"Alright, let's talk about something else." Ignoring William's silence, Lockhart continued to speak to himself.

He pulled out a notebook from the notebook next to him and handed it to William across the table.

"This is my new script, and you're sure to be interested, and if you can, I'd like to ask you to play with me in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Lockhart hadn't brought a living creature to class since that time when he made a big fuss in the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class at Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

I don't know if I was afraid of myself or if I was warned by Dumbledore.

After that, the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes at all four colleges became Lockhart's personal book club.

In every class, he would read a large number of paragraphs of his book to the students, and when he read a wonderful place, he would invite the students to perform with him on stage to help him recreate the scene at that time.

As for the content of the performance, it is nothing more than how Lockhart bravely defeated the various dark creatures played by the students.

He turned the Defence Against the Dark Arts class into a book club and a drama performance!

William didn't feel anything about it, and most of the time he politely rejected Professor Lockhart and used the soundproofing charm to do his own thing.

The other little wizards also felt that it was okay, after all, they were still in a carefree and happy period, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of relaxed and joyful class.

They were purely treating Defence Against the Dark Arts class as a recreational activity.

But those senior students, especially those who were about to take the ordinary wizard exam and the ultimate wizard exam, already hated Lockhart in their hearts.

Even Sister Penelope, who has always been a lady, complained loudly to William in the lounge.

"Hellover Lockhart, he's going to hell with all his broken books!"

Just a recent evening, when William had just returned to the Ravenclaw common room, he heard the angry roar of Penelope.

Looking at the trembling eaglets, he walked forward quickly and pulled Penelope to the corner of the room, next to his usual favorite place to sit.

"Don't get excited, Penelope, what the hell is going on?" William looked at Penelope, who was still in a state of rage, and asked.

"What the hell does Dumbledore think?! Is he old and confused? Otherwise, how could he hire such a teacher? ”

The strong anger of the female senior sister has caused her to shift her anger to Dumbledore.

She's been under too much pressure to study lately.

"I'd like Mysterio to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor more than Lockhart, and at least he'll teach me something real!" The angry Penelope made frequent shocking remarks.

It is known that Mysterio once wanted to teach at Hogwarts after graduation, but was politely rejected by Dumbledore, which caused him to release a powerful curse on his position in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Penelope, how dare you say it!

William noticed through the afterglow that the eaglets who were also in the lounge were opening their mouths wide open, revealing expressions of disbelief and shock, when had they ever seen Penelope like this, living like a lioness, let alone these shocking remarks.

"Quietly." William hurriedly waved his wand and released a silence spell, creating a barrier of silence.

"Alright, Penelope. You don't want to show them your vulnerable side, don't be angry. William looked at Penelope, who was gradually calming down, and asked.

"What does Professor Flitvier think about this, our dean won't tolerate this kind of behavior, right?"

"The dean will not tolerate this kind of behavior, and he promised to teach us students who are about to take exams individually, and not let us pull down too many classes."

"Then why are you so angry? Just ignore Lockhart's clown. Hearing Penelope's answer, William was a little puzzled.

If Professor Flitwick has agreed to open a small stove for you, why are you still so angry?

"I, I'm so angry, that damn Lockhart actually invited me on stage to perform his damn drama with him during class."

At this, the girl's face turned red, and her voice became as delicate as a mosquito.

"I didn't control my emotions for a while, it was really undeserved, I was too tired during this time."

"It's okay, what you need most now is not to learn anything, but to take a good rest."

Looking at the incoherent Penelope, all William could do was comfort her softly.

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"What do you think, William?" William's memories were interrupted by Lockhart's voice, and he looked up from his notes, where Professor Lockhart was smiling.

"How's this script? Looks like you're completely immersed in it! I knew that as long as I wrote something, both the script and the script would be so appealing. ”

You can pull it down!

I don't know that a certain resentful senior sister in Ravenclaw is about to hate you to death!

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