A few days before the Quidditch World Cup, Lockhart arrived at Ollivanders' wand shop as agreed.

"Little Gildero, I haven't seen you for a month, and you're becoming more and more like your father!"

Lockhart greeted him with respectful "Good evening, sir, it was a long time since my father bought my first wand here." ”

Lockhart drew his wand and handed it to the old gentleman with both hands: "But my wand seems to have gone a little wrong lately, and I feel as if he is getting more and more awkward, and is taking a path that is contrary to mine......"

Mr. Ollivander took the wand with affection: "Mahogany, the tail hair of the unicorn...... Little Gildero, do you remember? I said that it wasn't the wizard who picks the wand, it's the wand that chooses the wizard!"

"Yes, sir. Lockhart didn't believe it, but he bowed his head and said, "I remember, then, did my wand abandon me?"

"Wands never change, it's people who change!" Mr. Ollivander raised his eyes and looked at Lockhart fixedly, as if to penetrate him and the door behind him: "Gildero, it's obvious that you have become a powerful wizard now, this wand can no longer serve you, you need a more powerful wand, come, try this." All of them are made from dragons that they killed not long ago, and they are all very powerful. ”

Lockhart tried a few wands, but none of them were very smooth, and finally, when he picked up the next one, a feeling of intimacy and ease came to his palm, and this was it!

"Ah, hundred-year-old cypress, dragon nerve wand core, it's really for you! even if you have 80 gold gallons, it's not expensive at all," Ollivander lowered his voice, "it's freshly made from the materials of a dragon that was killed in front of you, and most importantly - it hasn't been registered with the Ministry of Magic yet! But I'm sure you won't do anything bad with this wand, will you?" ”

Lockhart understood, paid the money, and left the wand shop with the wand, now more confident that he had decided to try to kill Barty Crouch Jr. during the events of the Quidditch World Cup!—since he couldn't avoid the plot, he would have destroyed it.

A few days later, the Lockhart tonguò fireplace arrived at one of the officially designated World Cup entrances.

The oppressive feeling of teleportation quickly dissipated. Looking around, it was dark and gloomy, but after all, it was strange to change from the living room of Lockhart House to the unfamiliar woods. Other wizards appeared around in all sorts of strange Muggle clothes, and he followed the sparse flow of people out of the woods, and the endless field was crowded with tents of all kinds!

A simple tent seemed familiar, Lockhart stood in front of the tent and looked at it, and the owner of the tent poked out a half-bald head from behind: "It's you, good morning, Gidero!"

Mr. Arthur Weasley replied weakly, then retracted and tinkered.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" Rounding the humble tent, Mr. Weasley was seen crouched in front of a small pile of firewood, with matches scattered around it.

"Nothing, just a campfire. Oh!look! it can really light up!" Mr. Weasley struck a match, but he was so amazed at how to see it burn, and by the time he remembered to put it on the wood, the match had already gone out: "Unlucky, I'm not sure I can light another one! How exactly do Muggles make every match light? ”

Lockhart was about to crouch down to teach Mr. Weasley when a lovely voice called out to him, "Professor Lockhart!"

"Hello, my dear little Hermione, see you again!" Lockhart turned his head and smiled brightly in the direction of the voice.

After a month of not seeing, Hermione grew more beautiful, and her fluffy brown hair was tied back to her head, looking youthful and energetic. Harry and Ron were also there, and they were more handsome and mature.

"Professor, where is your tent, I'll send you there. Hermione ran over and affectionately took Lockhart's bag, put her arm around Lockhart, and left Arthur's tent.

Fudge had already arranged the tent, Lockhart took Hermione directly to his tent, opened the curtain and went in, and found that there was a person looking at them, fair skin, turquoise eyes, soft bright brown hair, delicate and bright beauty, full of youthful slender figure, a real beauty.

What does this mean, Fudge's beauty trick?, Lockhart looked at her suspiciously.