Chapter 50 Professor Lockhart's Little Secret
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 50 Professor Lockhart's Little Secret
Because Professor Lockhart was lying in the school hospital and receiving Madam Pomfrey's 'careful' care, the Valentine's Day on February [-]th did not happen many absurd and ridiculous things in the original book.
However, the school still made a little effort. The little wizards who walked into the auditorium for breakfast early in the morning were surprised to find that the professors had arranged around the auditorium a circle of light golden ribbons, and the light blue ceiling was slowly falling. Wearing colorful confetti, the little Cupid with white wings on his back stood at the gate of the castle, smiling and sending a bright red rose to everyone who came in and out.
When Harry and Ron pretended to be nonchalant and Ziqi gave Hermione the rose in their hands, Hermione, who had been gloomy all night, finally smiled.
There was nothing to say on this day, and no topic could be more eye-catching than green and innocent love on Valentine's Day. Hermione didn't mention anything about studying, and even Wood, who was walking from the courtyard, saw Ha After Lee, nothing about the game and training plan was mentioned.
Most of the students above the third grade went to Hogsmeade, and on the flat lawn prepared for flying lessons, there were some little wizards in the first and second grades.
The three of Harry, bathed in the soft sunshine, played wizard chess on the lawn all morning. After lunch, Harry and Ron decided to go to Hagrid, while Hermione was alone with the greeting card she made Went to the school hospital.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, according to the previous agreement, Hermione hurried to the third floor of the castle and knocked on the door of a certain professor's office.
"Come in--"
The voice from behind the door was exhausting, Hermione didn't think much, just pushed the door open and walked in.
In Professor Lockhart's office, the portraits and photos that were originally posted on the walls have been collected and stacked in the corner. Professor Bryan is sitting in Lockhart's seat, facing the window sideways, watching the flying The owl who came in to drop the letter sighed, and there were probably one or two thousand such letters piled up on the floor in the middle of the office!
"I never knew that Professor Lockhart would have so many fans!"
Amosta behind the desk has a toothache expression on his face,
"If I had known earlier, I would rather help Professor Snape deal with the frog's internal organs and slug mucus than agree to write a reply letter for him!"
"But, aren't you a fan of Professor Lockhart? Professor Blaine, you should know the influence of Professor Lockhart!"
Hermione's eyes were still a little red when she came from the school hospital, but when she saw Professor Brian sitting there with a sad face, she couldn't help but pursed her lips quietly.
"Don't mention that, Miss Granger!"
Amostar swung his wand violently, and the thousands of letters lying on the floor formed a white tornado in mid-air, and then they were stacked neatly on the floor one by one, when the last letter The letter has found its place, and a 'post' that is flush with the ceiling appears in the office!
"I don't want to take advantage of you, Miss Granger, let's go half to one, and I hope we can make it for tomorrow's dinner."
Amosta, who had been in the restricted section of the library almost all night, rubbed her red and swollen eyes, and said with a yawn.
Thus, the hardest work began. Amosta and Hermione crouched on both sides of the desk to deal with the 'posts'. To be honest, helping Lockhart reply to this letter can be counted as Amosta's many years. Encounter the most boring thing, the contents of those letters are the same, either disgusting compliments, asking for autographed photos, or reminders
In short, writing a reply letter to Professor Lockhart's fans is a very boring thing. Amosta will hardly leave more than ten words in each letter, but even so, after an hour, he still can't stand it .
Hermione, who was sitting across from him, had a completely different attitude. She seemed to think it was a rare honor to write a reply to Professor Lockhart's letter, so she carefully read the content of each letter and carefully wrote down the reply.
Time flowed slowly, and two hours later, Hermione looked back at the 'post' that had only been reduced by a third at most, rubbed her sore wrist, then looked at Professor Brian, and found that he hadn't replied at all, and He was leaning on the back of the soft chair and staring at the ceiling in a daze.
"Professor Brayne, we promised Professor Lockhart to help!"
Hermione pursed her lips like Professor McGonagall, and she called out dissatisfied.
So, under Hermione's urging, Amosta started to deal with those letters from readers again, and this time, Miss Granger would raise her head every little while to see if he was serious' Work', which also gave Amosta no chance to be lazy.
Amosta and Hermione settled the dinner in the office. If he wanted to save time, Brian could have ordered the house elf to bring it directly, but in order to rest for a while, he decided to go to the auditorium to pick it up. food.
"Professor Blaine—"
While eating, Hermione didn't read those letters any more. She chewed the steak in her mouth leisurely. She secretly looked at Brian under the light from the corner of her eye. There seemed to be unfathomable magic hidden in the lavender eyes. Professor, for some reason, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated a few beats,
"About that line you mentioned to me in the library last week—"
"Ok?"
Amosta lowered his head to deal with the food on the dinner plate, and only responded with a nasal voice. After swallowing the food, he looked at Hermione, whose cheeks were a little flushed,
"Have you realized something, Miss Granger?"
Hermione didn't speak, because she didn't know how to describe the faint feeling of loneliness in her heart. After a while, under Amosta's gentle gaze, she nodded hesitantly.
"The strong will always be lonely, Miss Granger, but life will also be lonely in the end. Apart from ideals and beliefs, all the people and things we meet on the road to extinction can only accompany us for a while, As long as you understand this, you have nothing to worry about.”
What Amosta said in a calm tone not only failed to reassure the little witch across the table, but instead caused her to fall into even greater panic.
After dinner, Amosta fell into a state of total disrepair, no matter how angry Miss Granger glared at him, he would just slump on the chair indifferently, his eyes wandering around boredly.
Professor Lockhart's desk is full of his personal books issued by different publishing houses. At the bottom of the few autobiographical books in the upper left corner of the desk is the memory magic that Amosta accidentally saw when he came here last time. The wizard studies the manuscript. To be honest, it is a very precious thing. Amosta would definitely keep it close to him instead of throwing it around like Lockhart.
Although he really wanted to take it out and study it, the most basic moral quality still made Amosta forcefully extinguish this plan.
On the right hand side of the desk is also a stack of thick manuscripts. When Amostar first entered the office, he glanced at it. This seems to be a new book that has not yet been published by Professor Lockhart. The title of the book is "Living with Giants of Somerset" year of
"Tsk tsk, heavy taste!"
Out of boredom, Amosta picked up this manuscript. Compared with the research manuscripts of ancient wizards, this thing is not so taboo.
The candlelight was flickering, the cool evening wind gently slapped the glass, and the office was quiet, only the rustling of the quill quickly rubbing against the parchment and the sound of pages turning.
After an unknown amount of time, Hermione, who was working hard, suddenly frowned, and felt a chill inexplicably. She suddenly raised her head to search, and after turning her eyes around, she discovered the source of the chill, which came from the person who was concentrating on flipping through the manuscript. The sneer at the corner of Amosta's mouth.
"professor--"
After some hesitation, Hermione opened her mouth and asked cautiously, "What are you looking at?"
"Professor Lockhart's new book manuscript, which records his process of 'discovering' this story, I have to say, is very interesting——"
Doesn't Professor Lockhart's book record his personal experience? Why does Professor Blaine use the word 'excavation'?
And, peeking at Professor Lockhart's private manuscripts without permission. That's not good, Professor!
Before Hermione could ask a question, Amosta threw the manuscript on the table with a thud, and there was an undeniable majesty hidden in her calm voice,
"Come here first today, Miss Granger, go back and rest."
Looking at the confused Hermione who closed the door, Amosta's eyes flashed with sympathy. When the day Professor Lockhart is ruined, Miss Granger will probably be ashamed because she once worshiped such a scum It's hard.
Amosta stood up and waved his magic wand suddenly. The closed drawers under the desk and the suitcases placed on the wall were opened at the same time. Stacks of hidden manuscripts flew in front of Amosta from all directions. In mid-air, the pages were slowly reversed, revealing to Amostar the untold, heinous and unforgivable secrets they had recorded.
"Humph--"
After a long while, Amosta, who had gone through all the manuscripts, let out a cold snort. He looked at the mirror frame on the tea table. The wizard in the mirror frame was no longer smiling, but huddled in A corner of the mirror frame stared at Amosta in horror, his whole body trembling.
"A bit of guts, Professor Lockhart, impresses me—"
Amosta, who was alone in the office, chuckled and whispered.
(End of this chapter)
Because Professor Lockhart was lying in the school hospital and receiving Madam Pomfrey's 'careful' care, the Valentine's Day on February [-]th did not happen many absurd and ridiculous things in the original book.
However, the school still made a little effort. The little wizards who walked into the auditorium for breakfast early in the morning were surprised to find that the professors had arranged around the auditorium a circle of light golden ribbons, and the light blue ceiling was slowly falling. Wearing colorful confetti, the little Cupid with white wings on his back stood at the gate of the castle, smiling and sending a bright red rose to everyone who came in and out.
When Harry and Ron pretended to be nonchalant and Ziqi gave Hermione the rose in their hands, Hermione, who had been gloomy all night, finally smiled.
There was nothing to say on this day, and no topic could be more eye-catching than green and innocent love on Valentine's Day. Hermione didn't mention anything about studying, and even Wood, who was walking from the courtyard, saw Ha After Lee, nothing about the game and training plan was mentioned.
Most of the students above the third grade went to Hogsmeade, and on the flat lawn prepared for flying lessons, there were some little wizards in the first and second grades.
The three of Harry, bathed in the soft sunshine, played wizard chess on the lawn all morning. After lunch, Harry and Ron decided to go to Hagrid, while Hermione was alone with the greeting card she made Went to the school hospital.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, according to the previous agreement, Hermione hurried to the third floor of the castle and knocked on the door of a certain professor's office.
"Come in--"
The voice from behind the door was exhausting, Hermione didn't think much, just pushed the door open and walked in.
In Professor Lockhart's office, the portraits and photos that were originally posted on the walls have been collected and stacked in the corner. Professor Bryan is sitting in Lockhart's seat, facing the window sideways, watching the flying The owl who came in to drop the letter sighed, and there were probably one or two thousand such letters piled up on the floor in the middle of the office!
"I never knew that Professor Lockhart would have so many fans!"
Amosta behind the desk has a toothache expression on his face,
"If I had known earlier, I would rather help Professor Snape deal with the frog's internal organs and slug mucus than agree to write a reply letter for him!"
"But, aren't you a fan of Professor Lockhart? Professor Blaine, you should know the influence of Professor Lockhart!"
Hermione's eyes were still a little red when she came from the school hospital, but when she saw Professor Brian sitting there with a sad face, she couldn't help but pursed her lips quietly.
"Don't mention that, Miss Granger!"
Amostar swung his wand violently, and the thousands of letters lying on the floor formed a white tornado in mid-air, and then they were stacked neatly on the floor one by one, when the last letter The letter has found its place, and a 'post' that is flush with the ceiling appears in the office!
"I don't want to take advantage of you, Miss Granger, let's go half to one, and I hope we can make it for tomorrow's dinner."
Amosta, who had been in the restricted section of the library almost all night, rubbed her red and swollen eyes, and said with a yawn.
Thus, the hardest work began. Amosta and Hermione crouched on both sides of the desk to deal with the 'posts'. To be honest, helping Lockhart reply to this letter can be counted as Amosta's many years. Encounter the most boring thing, the contents of those letters are the same, either disgusting compliments, asking for autographed photos, or reminders
In short, writing a reply letter to Professor Lockhart's fans is a very boring thing. Amosta will hardly leave more than ten words in each letter, but even so, after an hour, he still can't stand it .
Hermione, who was sitting across from him, had a completely different attitude. She seemed to think it was a rare honor to write a reply to Professor Lockhart's letter, so she carefully read the content of each letter and carefully wrote down the reply.
Time flowed slowly, and two hours later, Hermione looked back at the 'post' that had only been reduced by a third at most, rubbed her sore wrist, then looked at Professor Brian, and found that he hadn't replied at all, and He was leaning on the back of the soft chair and staring at the ceiling in a daze.
"Professor Brayne, we promised Professor Lockhart to help!"
Hermione pursed her lips like Professor McGonagall, and she called out dissatisfied.
So, under Hermione's urging, Amosta started to deal with those letters from readers again, and this time, Miss Granger would raise her head every little while to see if he was serious' Work', which also gave Amosta no chance to be lazy.
Amosta and Hermione settled the dinner in the office. If he wanted to save time, Brian could have ordered the house elf to bring it directly, but in order to rest for a while, he decided to go to the auditorium to pick it up. food.
"Professor Blaine—"
While eating, Hermione didn't read those letters any more. She chewed the steak in her mouth leisurely. She secretly looked at Brian under the light from the corner of her eye. There seemed to be unfathomable magic hidden in the lavender eyes. Professor, for some reason, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated a few beats,
"About that line you mentioned to me in the library last week—"
"Ok?"
Amosta lowered his head to deal with the food on the dinner plate, and only responded with a nasal voice. After swallowing the food, he looked at Hermione, whose cheeks were a little flushed,
"Have you realized something, Miss Granger?"
Hermione didn't speak, because she didn't know how to describe the faint feeling of loneliness in her heart. After a while, under Amosta's gentle gaze, she nodded hesitantly.
"The strong will always be lonely, Miss Granger, but life will also be lonely in the end. Apart from ideals and beliefs, all the people and things we meet on the road to extinction can only accompany us for a while, As long as you understand this, you have nothing to worry about.”
What Amosta said in a calm tone not only failed to reassure the little witch across the table, but instead caused her to fall into even greater panic.
After dinner, Amosta fell into a state of total disrepair, no matter how angry Miss Granger glared at him, he would just slump on the chair indifferently, his eyes wandering around boredly.
Professor Lockhart's desk is full of his personal books issued by different publishing houses. At the bottom of the few autobiographical books in the upper left corner of the desk is the memory magic that Amosta accidentally saw when he came here last time. The wizard studies the manuscript. To be honest, it is a very precious thing. Amosta would definitely keep it close to him instead of throwing it around like Lockhart.
Although he really wanted to take it out and study it, the most basic moral quality still made Amosta forcefully extinguish this plan.
On the right hand side of the desk is also a stack of thick manuscripts. When Amostar first entered the office, he glanced at it. This seems to be a new book that has not yet been published by Professor Lockhart. The title of the book is "Living with Giants of Somerset" year of
"Tsk tsk, heavy taste!"
Out of boredom, Amosta picked up this manuscript. Compared with the research manuscripts of ancient wizards, this thing is not so taboo.
The candlelight was flickering, the cool evening wind gently slapped the glass, and the office was quiet, only the rustling of the quill quickly rubbing against the parchment and the sound of pages turning.
After an unknown amount of time, Hermione, who was working hard, suddenly frowned, and felt a chill inexplicably. She suddenly raised her head to search, and after turning her eyes around, she discovered the source of the chill, which came from the person who was concentrating on flipping through the manuscript. The sneer at the corner of Amosta's mouth.
"professor--"
After some hesitation, Hermione opened her mouth and asked cautiously, "What are you looking at?"
"Professor Lockhart's new book manuscript, which records his process of 'discovering' this story, I have to say, is very interesting——"
Doesn't Professor Lockhart's book record his personal experience? Why does Professor Blaine use the word 'excavation'?
And, peeking at Professor Lockhart's private manuscripts without permission. That's not good, Professor!
Before Hermione could ask a question, Amosta threw the manuscript on the table with a thud, and there was an undeniable majesty hidden in her calm voice,
"Come here first today, Miss Granger, go back and rest."
Looking at the confused Hermione who closed the door, Amosta's eyes flashed with sympathy. When the day Professor Lockhart is ruined, Miss Granger will probably be ashamed because she once worshiped such a scum It's hard.
Amosta stood up and waved his magic wand suddenly. The closed drawers under the desk and the suitcases placed on the wall were opened at the same time. Stacks of hidden manuscripts flew in front of Amosta from all directions. In mid-air, the pages were slowly reversed, revealing to Amostar the untold, heinous and unforgivable secrets they had recorded.
"Humph--"
After a long while, Amosta, who had gone through all the manuscripts, let out a cold snort. He looked at the mirror frame on the tea table. The wizard in the mirror frame was no longer smiling, but huddled in A corner of the mirror frame stared at Amosta in horror, his whole body trembling.
"A bit of guts, Professor Lockhart, impresses me—"
Amosta, who was alone in the office, chuckled and whispered.
(End of this chapter)
