"You shouldn't have paid attention to him, Arthur," Hagrid reached out to smooth out Mr. Weasley's robe, nearly lifting him up, "this guy is terrible, their whole family is, everyone knows it. The Malfoys' words are simply not worth listening to. Their blood is bad, that's what happened. Let's go, let's get out. ”

The clerk seemed to try to stop them, but he was only up to Hagrid's waist, so he didn't dare to make a mistake.

The group walked briskly down the street, the Granger family trembling with terror, and Mrs. Weasley furious. "Good head for the kids...... Fight in public...... What would Gilderoy Lockhart think......"

"He's glad," said Fred, "didn't you hear when we came out?" He asked the Daily Prophet guy if he could include the fight in the story — which he said would be a sensation. ”

Jane nodded knowingly, she felt that Lockhart was a flashy liar, and she really couldn't understand how he could behave like that if those books were all about his own experience...... Pompous.

But Hermione didn't think so, she thought the same as Mrs. Weasley, "Girold Lockhart just said he wanted to be his teacher, and today he staged such a farce in front of the new teacher, oh my God, what would he think......"

The noisy group finally quieted down a little when they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron Bar. They crowded into the small bar and said goodbye.

Harry spent two days after arriving at the Leaky Cauldron, during which time he contacted Ron and was invited to stay in the Burrow. So the Weasleys and Harry were going to use Floo Powder to go back to the Burrow.

Jane is going home with Floo powder, and the Hermione family is going back to the street where they live on the other side of the city.

"Hey! Hello, can you borrow it? , why is it so crowded? A little guy tried to pass through a pile of books taller than him.

Ron heard the sound and tried to get out of the way, but he didn't know who tripped over him, and then he tripped Harry and Ginny, and the little guy who was holding the book and wanted to borrow it fell to the ground.

There was suddenly chaos in front of the fireplace of the whole bar, and the exclamations continued, and in the corner, old Passa watched this scene with great interest, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

The adults huddled together and became more noisy, and they looked at their children. "Oh, damn it!" Old Tom hurriedly stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The little wizard stood up clutching his red elbow.

"Mr. Aesop, you shouldn't be in a hurry, they'll leave right away!" Old Tom said to the little wizard, with a look of concern on his face.

"Aesop?" Jane, who was held up by Fred and didn't fall, looked at the little wizard who had just met with her.

"I'm sorry, because I have so many books! I'd like to put them back in the easy way," Linde said apologetically.

"You're still so impatient!" Old Tom said. Then I started helping the kids pick up books.

Linde apologized and quickly picked up all the books. In it, he also comfortably picked up a black notebook and placed it in it.

For this scene, he bought several notebooks of several styles and colors and put them in his bag, which he targeted when Ginny passed by him on her way back to the Leaky Cauldron just now. Of course, he was hiding at the time, and no one noticed him anymore.

Then he picked out a notebook and a stack of books from his bag, and held them high before walking into the Leaky Cauldron. Then pretend to collide with each other.

Why not do it at the Blotts, because he was worried that old Malfoy would be watching Ginny in the dark to see if he would take the book.

Old Malfoy wasn't a fool, how could he just throw this notebook away and leave without checking it.

Linde, who got the notebook, picked up the book again and thanked everyone again and again. Then he hurried upstairs.

"What a polite child!" Mrs. Granger sighed after making sure the children were fine.

"That's right, I think the book he's holding seems to be a set of Lockhart's books, do you know him? Aesop, which Aesop is it? Mrs. Weasley asked, first Ron, and then Tom Sr. about the name.

"Aesop, Aesop's Fables!" He looked at Harry, "He moved in not long after Mr. Potter left. ”

Harry shook his head, "I don't remember this person in our school, I don't think I've seen it. ”

"No, I certainly haven't seen it. At least I'm pretty sure I haven't. Jane said, looking at the staircase that was no longer empty, and feeling that Aesop's name had a certain familiar tone.

And that person is familiar to look at.

Mrs. Weasley nodded, not saying anything more. Then the crowd began to disperse.

Lind returned to the room, casually dropped the pile of books on the floor, and then picked up the notebook and opened it.

On the first page is a name "Tom Riddle" written in vague ink, and every subsequent page is blank.

Linde walked to the table, pulled out the quill in the inkwell, and casually dropped a drop of ink on the blank page, and then saw that the ink was still slowly absorbed by the page.

Linde waited a little longer, and sure enough, words appeared on the page, as if an invisible person was writing on it.

"Hello, my name is Tom Lee......"

Syllable!

Lin Demeng closed the notebook. After confirming that the notebook was Voldemort's Horcrux, he had no intention of communicating with each other.

He stayed away from this kind of guy who might affect himself and control himself.

Although he estimated that even if this guy entered his own head, he would not be able to make a mistake, after all, there was a more troublesome guy in his head......

Hans Christian Andersen...... Alas! ”

Linde sighed, took out the rope, tied the notebook and threw it into his beltbag.

"I'd like to borrow Old Tom's owl!" Thinking so, Linde walked out of the room and walked down.

"Godric's Hollow!" Jane's voice rang out, followed by the sound of flames surging violently.

As Linde walked down, he saw that the large group of people who had gathered at the bar had dispersed. He didn't think much of it, and went to the bar to find Old Tom.

"Hello, can I borrow the owl here?" Lind asked......

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Gilderoy Lockhart has finally ended a busy day after sending off the last of his fans.

"It's really good, I didn't expect to have so much to gain today." He was carrying a suitcase, which was full of letters from the fans that had just handed him him, and he didn't even have to think about it, 70 percent of them were confession letters, and the rest were letters of worship, letters of study, and the least amount of insults. He already knew this thoroughly.

As for what he said, of course, he announced today that he was going to teach at Hogwarts. Originally, although this matter is not small, it is certainly not big, and it is unlikely that this alone will make headlines.

But I didn't expect to meet Harry Potter, the savior, today. Add these two together, and tomorrow's headlines won't be able to run.

Thinking of this, Lockhart became even happier and walked briskly.

He, Gilderoy Lockhart, knew exactly what he wanted.

He wanted to be famous, he wanted his name to be written in future history books and would spend many lessons explaining what was going on about him.

With that in mind, Lockhart opened the door.

Close the door, take off the coat and hat, and they will automatically fly to the hanger and hang it, throw out the box, and the box will fly to their desk.

"Oh! You're smiling as brightly as you look in the photo! I thought these were posed photos, but I didn't expect you to laugh like this even one person. Or is it something good that happened today? ”

An unfamiliar voice rang out. He caught the box that Lockhart flew over before placing it on the table, and the man stood up.

Lockhart, who had always lived alone, heard this strange voice, and immediately turned on the light and looked at the man who had suddenly appeared in his house. The other hand is in the pocket, the muscles are tense, and the wand can be pulled out at any time.

It seems that this Gilderoy Lockhart is not exactly a showmanship either.

"This Mr. Fan? I figured even I needed a little privacy! He still has his trademark smile on his face, and this smile shows his strong self-confidence.

As the lights turned on, the man's figure was revealed to Lockhart. He had brown tousled hair and sunken and heavily darkened eyes, and he looked at Lockhart with a smile on his face, his exposed front teeth broken in half.

If Linde had been here, he would have known this face.

This is a person who once boasted of recruiting women to like.

This is a warm-hearted man who sent Linde to London last year.

This is an older brother who has always been good to him brought by his surname Augustus!

Ray Romano.