Defence Against the Dark Arts Office.

Gilderoy Lockhart was replying to his book when there was a knock on the door outside.

"Oh, what a headache, my little book lovers won't let me go even at night."

He thought it was a book lover who came to him for an autograph, and he was happy and even happy.

Mere fame and vanity make him happy, even if it makes him sign quickly.

Upon opening the door, his bright smile became a little awkward.

"John Wick, I mean Mr. Wick, how did you get here?"

His behavior makes Percy a little strange, as Lockhart claims to have taught John, but he looks like he is in awe of John.

"Professor Lockhart, we have something to talk about, and I hope you don't mind if we take up some time here."

John walked in, the exact opposite of what he said about respect.

Percy nodded respectfully at Lockhart, "Professor Lockhart, you're still actively preparing textbooks in the evening. ”

"Uh, yes, I mean, I'm preparing the textbook."

Lockhart quietly took the envelope from his desk, and when Percy entered, he closed the door, his hands crossed on his abdomen, his thumbs rubbing in circles.

John sat down in his chair and waved his wand to conjure up a chair for Percy.

Instead, Lockhart took on the role of a waiter, bringing out tea and cups.

"I had some friendship with Professor Lockhart during the holidays, and we were pen pals."

Seeing Percy's surprise, John casually made up a reason.

He smiled, "After all, connections are an indispensable part of a good wizard, and so is a good wizard like Professor Lockhart. ”

Hearing himself being praised, Lockhart straightened his back.

Percy nodded approvingly, his set was not favored in the Weasley family, and it was rare for anyone to agree with him, and he had some affection for John.

Picking up a piece of toffee, John put it in his mouth, and the sweetness exploded before taking a sip of black tea.

"Again, networking shouldn't be confined to outside of school, let's be honest, Percy Weasley, I know that if you want to become president of the student council next year, the support of the four houses is essential."

Percy's ambition is visible to everyone, John picked up a piece of toffee and placed it in Percy's hand, chuckling, "I'll take care of Slytherin for you." ”

"Why, why are you helping me?" Percy pinched the toffee, a little unclear.

He was a little uneasy, he was obviously four years higher than John, but he was crushed to death in momentum.

"Connections."

John said meaningfully, "I told you, you're a good man, and you're in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, so why don't you make friends?" ”

The easiest way to deal with Percy was to show him real help, John pointed to Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart will help you establish credibility among your students, you need to show your excellence, and the Defence Against the Dark Arts assistant is a great stage," he said. ”

Defence Against the Dark Arts currently has only one assistant, and having one more assistant would not only relieve Lockhart's pressure, but also make that assistant stand out from the students.

John uses this to buy Percy, much to Percy's heart.

Percy took the toffee and put it in his mouth, nodded with a smile on his face, and said, "You're right, connections do matter. ”

He agreed to John's offer, and John held out his hand, and Percy shook his hand.

In this Defence Against the Dark Arts office, Lockhart saw a deal between two power-wielders.

After Percy left, Lockhart asked, a little apprehensively, "Aren't you afraid that he'll find out my secret, I mean, wouldn't it be too dangerous to have an extra assistant?" ”

"No, you are his backer, and he will not betray you, as long as you continue to give him power."

John glanced at Lockhart and gave him a booster, not forgetting to warn him.

"Put away your flashy ideas, just use the lesson plans I gave you, and don't use magic."

Lockhart's magic skills were so bad that John even wondered how he graduated at Hogwarts.

Smiling awkwardly, Lockhart liked to come out so much that he couldn't even figure out the essence of his magical rookie.

Taking out the fried tail snail amulet and a ring inlaid with emeralds from his handbag and placing them on the table, John handed them to Lockhart and said flatly: "I really want to use this when I want to do it, and there is an iron armor charm and a petrification charm in it." ”

This is a newly made prop that allows Lockhart to hold up the scene at a critical time.

Lockhart is like a treasure, and being questioned about his strength these days puts him under a lot of pressure.

"Thank you, Mr. Wick, I'll do my job well."

John got up to leave, and said lightly before leaving: "Call me John, I said, connections are also an important part of a good wizard." ”

Lockhart was stunned, he thought that John was threatening himself with a handle to show off his might, but now it seems that maybe John really wants to cultivate his connections.

Yes, cultivating.

It's like to Percy, give him power, give him fame.

"Okay John, I'll write to you when my term is over." Lockhart showed good.

John nodded and left.

...

October has arrived.

The temperature difference is huge, and many young wizards have contracted the flu.

Madam Pomfrey had prepared some extra pick-me-ups, and although they would smoke in their ears when they drank them, they were also very effective.

John, as an excellent student in Potions class, was also called in to help.

After delivering a pick-me-up to the school hospital, John heard crying as he passed through the second-floor hallway.

He walked towards the sound and saw Peeves throwing stones at the girls' bathroom.

And there is a schoolgirl ghost crying when she is bullied.

"Peeves, you can leave."

Peeves was bullying Myrtle, and when he heard the voice, he turned his head to see that it was John, and was so frightened that he knocked down the medieval armor and fled.

"Isn't it just to freeze you a few times, as for it?"

John couldn't help but mutter when he saw Peeves' reaction so much.

Walking into the girls' bathroom, he saw that the ghost of the bullied schoolgirl was still crying, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Myrtle screamed and flew through John's body, and John felt as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I just ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Myrtle remembered the sad thing and cried again.

John had a headache when he saw this, and he really couldn't treat ghosts.

But the clothes on Myrtle's body made him curious, "Are you a student at Hogwarts?" ”

Myrtle wears somewhat different Hogwarts student clothes, which makes John wonder if there have been any Hogwarts student deaths?

Or did you forget to take your body away and become a ghost like Professor Binns?

Myrtle wears glasses, straight hair, and the style of clothes on her body should have been a long time ago.

"Of course I'm a student at Hogwarts."

Myrtle stopped crying, glared at John, and turned her head and jumped into a broken toilet.

"Well, it seems that not all ghosts are easy to talk to."

Spreading his hands, John walked out of the bathroom.

Picking up the toppled sign that said 'Fault' was knocked down, John headed back to the Slytherin common room.

"Don't eat too much, Goyle, you're almost like a pig."

"And you Crabbe, stop, don't make me angry, okay?"

Daphne was teaching Goyle and Crabbe a lesson in the Slytherin common room, and she couldn't understand why they were so good at eating.

Pansy sneered bitterly, "Maybe they were pigs in the first place." ”

When John walked in, he saw Daphne snatching back the cupcakes that Goyle had taken.

"John, here are your letters, brought back from outside by your dog."

Daphne immediately relented and acted as a lady, and handed the two envelopes to John like a Slytherin mistress.

"Tom brought it?" John raised an eyebrow.

In the lower right corner of one of the letters, there were three ink dots that seemed to have accidentally landed on it, and John frowned, apparently from Johnny the Silver Hand.

Nodding to Daphne, "Thank you for helping me take care of Tom." ”

Daphne looked up proudly, but her ears were a little red.

Back in his bedroom, John opened the envelope, the contents of which made his brow loosen.

"Mr. Damoa Alex Belby will be honored on October 24th."

It seems that his investment is starting to take effect.

John smiled.