The next day, word spread that Melda Harry Ron had been deducted another hundred points.

After all, everyone can see the academy score, and the red hourglass placed behind the auditorium door is obviously a negative one.

Coupled with the first class of the second grade, Melda and the others were left to clean up.

There's no way around it.

However, compared to last year, this year's Gryffindors all said that they were emotionally stable, isn't it just a hundred percent, it's just a small meaning. Watch my Great Lion Academy stage a Jedi comeback again and win the Academy Cup forever...

What the hell!

A normal college score for a whole year is only three or four hundred, good guy, this is a direct minus 100 start, who can stand this?

If they hadn't known that they couldn't beat Melda, someone would have come up and slapped them in the mouth.

"Someone is trying to beat us up!" Harry didn't know where he got the news, but at noon, in the Great Hall, whispered in Melda's ear.

“？”

"Who? I just learned the military salute boxing from Huaguo, and I haven't used it yet. The one who is not afraid of being beaten, come. ”

Melda's temper tantrum suddenly rose.

It seems that he has been away from Hogwarts for two months, and it seems that someone has forgotten the fear of being dominated by him.

"Be quiet." Harry embarrassedly tugged at the corner of Melda's coat.

"Hmph, you're just too soft-hearted."

"Smack." With that, Melda slapped the table hard.

"It's spicy, it's spicy, who the fuck wants to do it, stand up, I'll let him follow the wand." Melda shouted at the crowd.

The crowd was silent, and everyone stared at Melda with the eyes of a fool. I don't know what's wrong with this guy.,Didn't you look pretty normal last semester?

It was awkward for Harry to sit on the sidelines, and he hurriedly pulled Melda out of the Great Hall.

"Class, class."

"The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at the school, you haven't seen it yet, so let's hurry up and take a spot."

No one dared to stop them along the way, so they came to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor.

This classroom has steel chandeliers, (Neville's check-in point). When Professor Quirinus Quirrell was the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, there was a strong smell of garlic in the air.

But the newcomer, Gilderoy Lockhart, naturally, rearranged the classroom.

As soon as Melda and Harry entered the door, they were blinded by the huge portrait in front of the lectern. Good fellow, it's more than three meters tall.

This guy named Gilderoy Lockhart is really narcissistic, and at this time, both Melda and Harry, who know the plot, have such thoughts rising in their hearts.

"Hermione?" Harry, who had been pulling Melda, had already decided to come early enough, but he didn't expect that someone would come earlier than the two of them.

That's Hermione.

She was reading a book in her hand, which Melda seemed to be called "Traveling on a Boat with a Vampire" if Melda read it correctly.

Tut! Is the old god stick here?

"Hah! I really don't know if Dumbledore can't find someone to be a professor, and he would let someone like Gildelow be a professor. ”

"Melda." Harry hurriedly pulled Melda into the back seat.

"Professor Gildelow is much better than some megalomaniac." Hermione said faintly.

"Huh? Let me think. Oh! By the way, didn't some megalomaniac save someone in the first grade? ”

Melda raised her voice at first, then sharply said, "Oh, she won't forget." ”

"She won't forget." Hermione suddenly turned around and said loudly to Melda.

However, at this time, other young wizards had already entered the classroom one after another, and Hermione glanced up, it was a Slytherin student.

This Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson was the closing of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Seeing someone else walk in, Hermione quickly shut her mouth.

"Melda." Harry whispered. "What the hell is wrong with you and Hermione?"

"How do I know, people have turned their faces inexplicably, what can I do."

"Did you provoke her during the summer vacation?" Harry then asked.

"Me? I've been in China all summer vacation, okay, how can I provoke her? Melda only felt inexplicable, let alone provoke her, and she had not written to herself all summer.

？

Letter?

"Harry, did you write to me during the summer vacation?" Melda said suddenly, towards Harry.

"Letter? Of course I did. Speaking of the letter, Harry was visibly unhappy, he had written many letters to Melda during the summer, but he had never replied to any of them.

"I'll go, I've forgotten about this stubble." Melda suddenly remembered that Hua was not Europe, not to mention whether the letter could be delivered, and even if it could be delivered, how could the person who sent the letter know where he was?

After all, it was a temporary decision to study in Chang'an.

If he could get those letters, he would be a ghost.

In other words, was Hermione actually angry that she didn't reply to her during the summer vacation?

"What do you think?" Harry asked curiously.

"I thought it was time for us to go to class, why didn't Gilderoy come yet." Melda held on to her face, but she refused to bow her head.

Anyway, it can't be counted as his fault, why did he apologize first.

...

"Bang!" Suddenly, Ron walked up behind the two of them and sat down in the chair next to Melda.

He threw the book on the table heavily, and then the whole person sat down on the book, sulking alone.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry looked up at Neville, who had walked in with Ron, in confusion.

"Howl letters!" Neville said with a sigh of relief. "Ron's mom just sent him a yelling letter."

"The whole auditorium is frying."

Forehead... Poor baby, Melda reached out and patted Ron's shoulder, with him, Melda suddenly felt much better.

...

Time passed slowly, and soon the classroom was full of young wizards.

It took a while for Gildelow to arrive from his office.

"Allow me to introduce: your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

"That's me, Gilderoy Lockhart." Saying that, Gildelow also flickered wildly at the group of young wizards.

“hetui。” The power of the dead pervert was really huge, and it seriously injured most of the boys in the two academies present in an instant.

Except for the girls, especially Hermione, who was sitting in the front row. She was looking at Gilderoy with a little fan on her face. A feeling of chasing stars.

"Knights of Merlin, 3rd class, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, 5-time winner of the [Wizarding Weekly] Most Charming Smile Award."

"But I never show off, after all, I don't rely on a smile to drive away Wanlun female ghosts."

With that, Gildelow stood there alone and began to giggle.

"Is it another Quirrell-esque piece of trash?" Ron was also speechless by the guy. In fact, the entire classroom was quite speechless except for Hermione.

"Hey, Ron, how can you say that? Don't dare compare him to Professor Quirrell, after all, he is more wasteful than Quirrell. ”