Rolf and the others, with their flexible figures, drilled through the cracks of the people, and successfully squeezed to the front.

I saw a zigzag line from the door to the back of the bookstore, where Gilderoy Lockhart signed books.

Everyone in the team had a copy of "Breaking with the Female Ghost", and Rolf could see their excitement from a distance.

Ron, on the other hand, saw Mrs. Weasley, who looked like a young girl, and they sneaked to the place where the Weasleys and the Granger were in line.

"Oh, you're here, that's great. Mrs. Weasley said, but from her rapid breathing and her hands clapping her hair, you could tell that she was very emotional.

"We'll see him in a moment!" Ron saw his mother's girlish shyness, and couldn't help but cover his face and look at Mr. Weasley on the side, as if to say, "Don't you care about her?"

For the man who angered Mrs. Weasley before, it is still fortunate that he can get rid of Mrs. Weasley's anger, and he will definitely not come forward to be bored.

Pretending not to see Ron's hand-over look, the old god was chatting with Mr. Granger on the side about the Muggle world.

Mr. Granger, who was still a little nervous, saw that he liked Muggles so much, so he naturally did not hesitate to explain it to him.

Gradually, their team came to the front, and they were able to see the famous Gilderoy Lockhart up close.

He sat behind his desk, surrounded by large photographs of himself of faces all blinking at the crowd and showing their teeth dazzling white.

Lockhart was wearing a robe as blue as Forget-Me-Not, matching his blue eyes, and his peaked wizard hat playfully crooked in his curly hair.

A short, grumpy man holding a large black camera jumped up and down to take pictures in front of him.

Every time the flash flashes blindly, puffs of purple smoke erupt from the camera. "Get out of the way," he yelled at Ron, backing away for a better angle.

"It was taken for the Daily Prophet, and it's amazing. Ron said, rubbing the instep of the man's foot.

Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to hear something, and he looked up and saw Ron, and then Harry.

He stared at Harry for a moment, a little unsure, and after a closer look, he jumped up excitedly and shouted, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

The crowd moved out of the way, whispering excitedly, and Lockhart rushed forward, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him forward, and the audience erupted in applause.

Harry only felt 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.

"What a beautiful smile, Harry. Lockhart himself showed off a mouthful of shiny teeth, "We're sure we can make it to the first edition." ”

When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry felt his fingers numb from his grasp. He tried to slip back to the Weasleys, but Lockhart had one arm still on his shoulder, holding him firmly by his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Lockhart, waving his hand to silence everyone, "what an extraordinary moment!

I didn't talk about it for a while. When young Harry walked into the Blotted Bookstore today, he just wanted to buy my autobiography, and I was willing to give it to him for free on the spot!"

There was another round of applause, "but he doesn't know," Lockhart continued, shaking Harry so hard that his glasses slipped onto the tip of his nose.

"He's going to get something more valuable than 'I Can Magic', and in fact, he and his classmates are going to 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!"

The crowd applauded and cheered, and Harry found himself in his possession of Gilderoy Lockhart's complete book, so heavy that he walked a little shaky.

With great difficulty, he stepped out of the center of public attention and came to the wall, where Ginny was standing beside her new cauldron.

"Here's for you," Harry said to her vaguely, pouring the book into the cauldron, "I'll buy it myself." "Apparently Harry was extremely upset with Lockhart's behavior, and didn't want the disgusting man to give him his books.

"Hi Potter, it's great to finally meet you! I wanted to meet at the Blotted Bookstore, but I didn't expect the bookstore to be so crowded, it's really not easy to find you!"

A voice of joy reached Harry's ears, and he turned his head to see Malfoy's sun-kissed blonde hair.

He pushed his glasses awkwardly, as if trying to hide the embarrassment of peeping into their whereabouts, after all, it was the first time Harry had experienced such a situation.

"Oh, it's you," Ron looked at Malfoy as if he saw something disgusting on the soles of his shoes, "I heard you just got out of that ......"

"Ron!" Just as he was about to say something, Rolf walked over and motioned for him to shut up, after all, it was embarrassing for that kind of thing to be known.

"Rolfe, you haven't seen you on a holiday, do you miss me?" Malfoy saw Rolfe, and immediately abandoned Ron and hugged Rolf.

Hong Kong Zhen, for the etiquette of hugging when close friends meet, Rolf has not been used to coming for 12 years.

"Ron!" Mr. Weasley squeezed over with Fred and George, "The people here are crazy, let's get out." "It seems that Mr. Weasley is very uncomfortable with the crazy crowd.

"Ahh

It was Mr. Malfoy, who had a hand on Draco's shoulder with a sneer on his face. "Lucius!" Mr. Weasley said with a cold nod.

"I heard that dude has been busy with official business lately?" said Mr. Malfoy nonchalantly, "so much work, I think they paid you overtime, right?"

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and pulled a tattered copy of the Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration from the middle of the new, shiny Lockhart book.

"Sorry, it doesn't seem to be, my God, what's the good of being a scum among wizards if you can't even get a good pay?" Mr. Malfoy scoffed.

Mr. Weasley's face was redder than his ancestral hair when he heard Mr. Malfoy's words.

"We have very different ideas about what the scum of wizards is, Malfoy. He retorted.

"Of course," continued Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes rolling to the Grangers, who were watching them with fear.

But he didn't say anything more, but turned his head and greeted Rolf,

"Hello, Scamander, say hello to your grandfather for me!" and then Mr. Malfoy nodded very gentlemanly, ignoring the angry looks of the redheads, and pulled Malfoy away in a dashing manner.

It seems that he is afraid that he knows about Malfoy's family history, and he doesn't want to make it too ugly, so that his family's not-so-glorious family history will be exposed?

Malfoy also turned around and waved at his friends, judging by the shape of his mouth, he should have said "See you at Hogwarts!"