Chapter Thirty-Six: When a Scholar Meets Lockhart
Kevin and Hermione sat down at the dessert shop across from Gringotts to wait for Harry, Kevin ordered a butter cake and Hermione asked for a strawberry cake.
Half an hour later, Harry and the Weasleys came out. Kevin and Hermione also came to them.
Mr. Weasley said he would like to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a couple of drinks. The twins said they wanted to go shopping. Mrs. Weasley had no choice but to part in front of Gringotts.
"Meet at the Blotted bookstore in an hour to buy you textbooks. Mrs. Weasley confessed as she took Ginny and left. "Don't go to Tumbledown Alley!" She shouted at the twin brother's back.
Harry, Jon, Hermione, and Kevin, the four of them wander the winding cobbled streets. Harry offered to treat everyone to ice cream, so he bought four large pieces of strawberry peanut butter ice cream. They wander the alleys with ice cream and browse the shop windows. Ron stared at the full Chadley artillery uniforms displayed in the Quidditch boutique window until Hermione dragged them to a nearby shop to buy ink and parchment. At the Jumping Fun Magic Joke Shop, they bump into Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. They are buying in large quantities "Dr. Labor's automatic ignition, seeing water and blooming magical fireworks". In a thrift store filled with tattered wands, rickety copper scales, and drug-stained old cloaks, they find Percy concentrating on a very boring book, How Prefects Gain Power.
"The prefects of Hogwarts and their careers since they left the school," Jon read aloud the note on the back cover, "sounds quite appealing.."
Kevin stepped forward and pulled Jon and motioned for him not to do this. After all, it's your own relatives, even if you don't have malicious intent, don't go too far.
"Go away. Percy said angrily.
"Of course, Percy is ambitious, he's all planned... He's going to be the Minister of Magic... Ron whispered to the three as they left Percy.
An hour later, they walked towards the Blotted bookstore, which was far more than a few of them. They were surprised to find a large crowd of people crowded outside the store, all wanting to enter. A large banner was pulled upstairs: Gilderoy Lockhart autobiography for autobiography signed for sale this afternoon from 12:30 to 4:30 p.m. "We can see what the hell is sacred!" Hermione said with an eyebrow raised
The majority of the crowd seemed to be witches of Mrs. Weasley's age. A weary male wizard stood in the doorway and said, "Ladies, be quiet. Don't be crowded... Beware of the books.."
Harry, Jon, Hermione, and Kevin, of course, slipped through the cracks. The zigzag line runs from the doorway to the back of the bookstore, where Gilderoy Lockhart signs books. They each grabbed a copy of "Breaking with the Female Ghost" and sneaked to the Weasleys and the Granger couples to line up.
"Oh, you're here, that's great. Mrs. Weasley said. She was breathing heavily, and kept patting her hair. "We'll see him in a moment."
A super-idol for middle-aged women, Dumbledore wouldn't really hire such a person as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, would he?
Gradually, they saw Gilderoy Lockhart. He sat behind his desk, surrounded by large photographs of himself of faces all blinking at the crowd and showing their teeth dazzling white. The real Lockhart wears a robe as blue as a forget-me-not flower, matching his blue eyes. The peaked wizard's hat is playfully crooked over a curly hair.
A short, grumpy man holding a large black camera jumped back and forth in front of him to take pictures of -33-hopping. Every time the flash flashes blindly, puffs of purple smoke erupt from the camera.
"Get out of the way," he yelled at Jon, backing away for a better angle, "this was for the Daily Prophet." ”
"It's amazing. Rong Eun said, rubbing the instep of the man's foot.
Kevin frowned, and the hand hidden under the crowd flashed blue. A thin layer of ice appeared at the feet of the photographed man.
"Bump!" the man fell to the ground, knocking over the people around him. Jon had long been dragged by Kevin's side.
Rong En smiled and gloated, and then whispered something in Kevin's ear.
"Thank you, brother!"
Kevin replied calmly, "You're welcome!"
Gilderoy Lockhart hurriedly came out to maintain order, and the man who took the picture lost face and no longer had his previous arrogance. At this point, Gilderoy Lockhart looked up and saw Ron, and then Harry. He stared at Harry for a moment, then jumped up and shouted, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"
The crowd moved out of the way, whispering excitedly. Lockhart rushed forward, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him forward, causing the audience to burst into applause. Harry had a fever on his face, and Lockhart held his hand for the photographer to take a picture. The short man frantically pressed the shutter, and puffs of smoke drifted onto the Weasleys.
Kevin scoffed at the hype, and his impression of this Gilderoy Lockhart dropped a lot. Looking back at Hermione, he saw how Hermione was in exactly the same state as Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. Kevin sighed helplessly in his heart, women are not one of the strangest animals.
Kevin actually wanted to wake up Hermione, you're a top student!
Ladies and gentlemen," said Lockhart, waving his hand to silence everyone, "what an extraordinary moment! I am going to make an announcement on this wonderful occasion about a little thing which I have not said for some time. ”
"When young Harry walked into the Blotted Bookstore to-day, he just wanted to buy my autobiography—I would give it to him for free on the spot—" another round of applause, "but he didn't know what to do," Lockhart continued, and shook Harry so that his glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, "and he will soon get something more valuable than his clumsy, and in fact, he and his classmates will get a real, magical me." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure and pride to announce that this September I will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Sure enough, Kevin is now considering whether or not to take this class seriously.