"Uh-"

"Ahem! That-" A fine sweat soaked his temples, and Lockhart quickly changed the subject, "Today! Today is a solemn day. ”

"For that I have one thing to announce." He dragged out a long voice, "I, Gilderoy Lockhart, internationally renowned—" Balabala's, still Hermione's.

"It is an honor to have received an invitation from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore to take on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts starting this year."

"During my tenure, I will educate our young flowers, the little wizards who are growing up."

"Help them become a nice, smart kid." His gaze swept over Owen and Hermione and the other little wizards, and the threat in his eyes was about to come out, and he almost said: Besides, I will deduct points in the future.

"Well—another bad guy." Unfortunately, his opponents were the Kingdom of France, Paris, the Sphinth orphanage, Owen.

He eats soft but not hard.

"Who in the whole of Britain doesn't know that any wizard who is a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will not end well. Headmaster Dumbledore estimated that there were really no candidates, so he had to find a random one. ”

“...”

"No, it won't."

"No, it won't!"

"No-would-be!! The principal is not that kind of person. Ron followed Owen's words, yin and yang strange airways.

"But Professor Quirrell last semester was really miserable, and his ashes were all gone."

“...”

"Of course not! Professor Lockhart is a capable person at first glance, and he will definitely not repeat the mistakes of the past! Owen said. Ron, you have to have faith in the professor! ”

"Oh~ Sorry Professor Lockhart, harm! You know, the previous professors of the dark arts at Hogwarts didn't go very peacefully. I'm worried about you, too. ”

"Phew! Don't you look down on me Professor Lockhart, Luo Xiaoheizi, you are exposed! ”

The two people who say cross talk, you say a word to me.

The words were like a sharp knife that stabbed Lockhart in the heart.

Rumors about Hogwarts.

The most widely circulated is that teaching dark magic will bring misfortune to wizards, that the position is cursed, and so on.

In fact, from the very beginning, before Voldemort had cast a spell on the position, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor often had accidents.

After all, it's the black magic that teaches students.

It is normal to be in danger of being in various dangerous areas every day.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the Black Lake, you won't meet a big octopus!

Abolishing a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor in a few years is a normal attrition for Hogwarts.

But since Voldemort's curse, this loss has been a bit high!

Change it once a year, who can bear this?

A well-known wizard in the British wizarding world, the one who doesn't know that this life is poisonous, that is, a warrior like Lockhart who looks down on life and death in order to buy books will happily accept Dumbledore's invitation.

Others—hehe—had already flushed the invitations down the toilet.

————

The mockery and ridicule still echoed in his ears.

Lockhart's face changed several times in a short period of time.

Although he returned to his normal greasy state after that, the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

Should I write a letter like Dumbledore and say- just say I'm not feeling well and can't hold the position?

Lockhart was really scared.

Because what Owen and Ron said is true!

When he was in school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors changed frequently.

Now—indeed, I haven't heard from those professors anymore.

Should it be-hiss~

In an instant, Lockhart felt a huge wave of malice around him.

He staggered back two steps, then sat down in his chair.

The whole person is like losing his soul!

Uh--it looks like the blow was overdone.

Owen blinked and looked at Ron.

And the other party also gave him a thumbs up.

Oh! My poor Professor Lockhart.

Owen looked at him with some sympathy.

Who made him already accept Dumbledore's invitation.

The old headmaster finally fooled one, how can you get out easily.

Of course – you can also choose to go hard.

However, Owen has to be warned!

This is England, offended the abbot - the headmaster, and still want to go?

How can it be so easy!

"Hey! Irving. ”

Just as Owen, the murderer and executioner, was about to die in remembrance of a great performing artist, Mr. Lockhart, a pale young man suddenly walked outside the store.

He had well-groomed pale blonde hair, a pointed and emaciated chin, and cold gray eyes, and was tall and thin.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Drag?"

The one who paid arrived.

Owen's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward, naturally reaching out and putting his arms around his neck.

The right hand was raised flamboyantly, "Come on, come on, today's consumption is all paid for by Young Master Malfoy." ”

"Take whatever you want. If you like that, take that one. Don't be polite to your brother Ma. Owen pointed to the group of young wizards present.

Especially when his gaze swept over Ron.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was about to ripple out.

And little Ron naturally understood in seconds, and immediately beckoned Harry to go and walk towards the bookshelf behind the Blotted bookstore.

There, there are some precious solitary books, even handwritten magic books, which are often expensive!

"My dad," Draco's pale cheeks, who were hugged by Owen's neck, flushed with a faint, faint flush, and for some reason, all sorts of little stories about his 'women's clothing' automatically appeared in his head, some unscrupulous little ghost...

He lowered his head and said softly, "He asked you, what are you going to do with that diary." ”

"Oh~ don't worry." Owen replied with a smile: "Wait for me to study it for two days, and after a few days, it will naturally flow in, where it should go." ”

Uh-huh- sure enough, Draco is much cuter now than before.

Thinking that whether it is a week or a second week, when I first saw her, she was proud like a high-spirited little peacock, and she still had to be trained to learn to be gentle.

"But—" Little Draco wanted to say something more.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted him.

"That, Mr. Malfoy."

"It's an honor for you to come to my signing session." Lockhart dragged his tired mind and said cautiously, he had always been greasy, but now he became restrained.

After all, throughout Diagon Alley, everyone knows that Malfoy spent nearly a few thousand gold Galleons on a summer vacation.

More critically, the Malfoy family's influence in the wizarding world.

He, Lockhart is just a stinky bookwriter, how can he compare with others.

If the Malfoys wanted to, a finger could crush him.

"Who is he?" Draco didn't even glance at the courteous Lockhart, and looked up at Owen and asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's a passerby."

"Passers-by?"

"Yes."