Chapter 200 Lockhart's Education
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 200 Lockhart's Education
Seeing Malfoy's livid face, Ron laughed straight away.
But Malfoy couldn't care about Ron anymore, he pulled the arm that was on his shoulder away.
A bit sternly, he shouted loudly, "What do you want to do!...McGuffin, let me tell you, it's in Hogwarts now...not in the Forbidden Forest..."
Ever since he saw McGuffin in the Forbidden Forest last time that he could actually set fire to the forest, Malfoy knew that the madman in front of him could do anything.
Hermione closed "Traveling with Vampires" and said helplessly, "Stop it! McGuffin, we have caused enough trouble these two days, you should be glad that we haven't been punished by the professors now..."
Next to it, a group of Slytherin fifth graders (who seemed to belong to the Quidditch team) were also holding their wands and staring at McGuffin maliciously.
But McGuffin himself didn't intend to go further, he was just very upset by what Malfoy said.
It just so happened that today's evil events all day made him full of resentment and unable to vent, and Malfoy just ran into him himself.
tease (scare) this little wizard,
——I feel much better!
But as Hermione said, enough bad luck has happened in the past two days.
It is a miracle that no professor has punished him yet.
—Let’s do less work!
"Be careful what you say in the future! Malfoy..." McGuffin said seriously, "Not everyone is as easy-talking as I am..."
"Be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth!"
McGuffin patted Malfoy on the shoulder very "intimately".
Then he turned around and came to the side of Harry and the others, wanting them to smell and confirm whether he still had that 'gods back' smell.
Malfoy's pale face instantly turned red.
He was extremely angry, pulled out his wand angrily, and yelled, "You lunatic... a despicable Muggle wizard, a disgusting mudblood like you,... there is no way to survive after graduation,... you should go and pray for Harry to leave you a job at the autograph meeting in the future!"
The faces of all the little wizards in front of him changed drastically after hearing this.
After hearing this, Ron didn't even care about the flask he had been protecting. He drew out his wand directly and aimed at Malfoy with a furious face.
"Autograph session!?"
"What's going on, what's going on?"
At this moment, Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, the golden light shining like a big light bulb.
"Whose autograph?"
It seems that as long as someone mentions the word 'signature' across [-] kilometers, he can hear it.
Harry reacted immediately and wanted to turn around and sneak away.
But Lockhart recognized him at a glance. This guy walked around the other little wizards in two steps, grabbed Harry's shoulders, and said with a smile on his face, "Aha!...Harry, don't ask, we meet again!"
In front of the tall, handsome Gilderoy, the thin Harry was like some little chick caught in a creaking nest.
Blushing with embarrassment, Harry struggled to free himself.
Ron was very angry and typed Malfoy's small report to Professor Gilderoy.
But this 'less important' voice was naturally ignored by Lockhart.
Lockhart had eyes only for Harry.
And Malfoy who was behind saw this opportunity even more, he shouted loudly at Gilderoy, "Professor, Harry Potter wants to send out autographed photos!"
"Look at that little wizard who even has a camera ready... and his friends Weasley and Albert even want to hold an autograph session..."
"Lie! Professor, it's not true..."
Harry hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.
But it is clear that Gilderoy has completely believed what Malfoy said.
For him, this kind of thing is the top priority.
He said very seriously, "Harry! What did I tell you just now. This is not good..."
"Otherwise, let's do this!"
"Mr. Creevey," he continued, turning his face with a smile, "two portraits, . . . the two of us will still sign."
Malfoy stepped back into the crowd triumphantly, admiring the scene.
Gilderoy Lockhart greeted Creevey as he spoke, and put Harry, who wanted to get away, in a 'beautiful' pose for a two-person photo.
With a click, Creevey's camera sprayed purple smoke, and the class bell rang immediately.
When Colin fumbled to take another picture.
Harry finally found a chance to interrupt Gilderoy loudly, saying.
"Professor, class is on!"
"Oh! Alright,... go to class!" Lockhart was a little bit reluctant, and he turned to shouting at Malfoy and the Slytherins who were watching the show, and then walked to the castle with the other little wizards who were in his class in the second year.
(McGuffin, Ron, and Hermione, who looked at Lockhart with a little admiration and smiled... deliberately rushed ahead and slowed down, waiting for him and Harry)
Harry still managed to get out of the situation.
—his arms were tightly strangled by Lockhart.
Lockhart persuaded Harry like an old father, "Advice, Harry... I am giving you a piece of advice! You must remain humble and low-key."
"I can understand that at your age, when you realize the benefits of fame, you will get stuck in it, but Harry... it's not good... very bad."
"If I hadn't covered you in front of your friends and classmates just now, you would have seemed too conceited and defiant."
"Look, wasn't Draco Malfoy just jealous of your fame?...It depends on what you do, Harry!"
"I..." Harry tried to stammer out, - Malfoy wasn't what Professor Lockhart thought he was.
But Lockhart didn't listen at all, he waved his hand directly and said forcefully.
"If you continue... more people will hate you like Malfoy...even you will be alone in the future without a friend!"
"Professor Lockhart! I'm not... I'm not looking for fame..." Harry said in shock, but Lockhart just talked to himself and ignored Harry at all.
"Listen to me Harry... at your age, there's more to come, too much fame is a burden, it's like some kind of evil spell that can spoil your friendships, rot your heart..."
Harry was very surprised, he couldn't believe that such earnest words came from Gilderoy Lockhart.
But the next paragraph shattered Harry's illusions...
"To be honest, Harry, I'm a bit arrogant when I say this. You haven't reached my stage yet. No matter where you go, you have to prepare a stack of autographed photos and take care of every trace of your image..."
Lockhart chuckled, reached into the pocket of his robe, took out a bunch of colorful paper candies, peeled off the wrappers, and stuffed the candies into his mouth.
"To keep one's head in the middle of fame no matter what, Harry...you have to know what you want"
Seeing that Harry saw the paper candy in his hand, Loha spread his hand and said casually,
"This is my secret weapon! Sugar can help you keep your brain calm... This is when I met the Lama Wizard in XZ, and he told me to do this to keep calm when facing those snowmen... That helped me a lot. I have always kept this habit in my heart..."
"Would you like to have some! Harry... I asked the company that made the multi-flavored beans to make these candies specially for me... This kind of candy is specially made, and it has some kind of potion ingredients, which will actually protect your teeth from tooth decay..."
Lockhart winked at Harry and smiled, his eight teeth gleaming. "...I can only say that this fame is still good!"
Lockhart continued, "Nevertheless...Harry, I don't think you've reached that point yet...to seek fame!"
"When you're my age, try again! Maybe I'll help you figure out how to run your autograph session..."
Lockhart laughed, and all the young wizards in the corridor who were hurrying to class stared at the two of them with wide eyes.
at last……
Arrived at the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Harry escaped Lockhart's coercion and education, he hurried to the last row of the classroom, and printed seven books with Lockhart's face on the table, so as not to see the real person.
McGuffin sat next to Harry.
On the other hand, Ron was holding the flask with a serious face, very careful, it looked like someone was trying to steal the 'twenty gold Galleons! '
Hermione looked at the three of them hesitantly, and then looked at the 'good' position closest to Lockhart ahead.
Not far away there is a full-length poster of Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing a big red gold-rimmed robe, wearing a classic triangular wizard hat of the same color, and also shining with a perfect smile.
That's where the other little witches from Gryffindor's second year get together and stare obsessively at the real person and the poster.
—Looks like Hermione wants to sit there very much.
But then, Ron widened his eyes and saw from Hermione's backpack that the covers of all Lockhart's textbooks were wrapped with Gilderoy Lockhart's posters, and the names of Defense Against the Dark Devil and Gilderoy Lockhart were written on them in gilt magic fonts (changing colorful colors).
When Ron asked directly in surprise, Hermione blushed angrily.
As if to prove something... She sat next to Ron.
When the class bell rang for the second time, all the chattering little wizards slowly quieted down and gradually sat down in their seats.
At this point, Lockhart cleared his throat and began to introduce himself.
Things like Witch Weekly's most charming smile five times...Three Order of Merlin...some honorary membership...and almost re-telling his seven-book adventures all over again.
They also made a joke about female ghosts and werewolves, but only the few little witches smiled slightly, and most of the little wizards pursed their mouths, and it seemed that they had exactly the same idea as Harry.
——This flirtatious guy.
After that, these little wizards almost wasted half of the class time answering the extremely annoying questionnaire.
"Don't worry...it's just a little quiz, I just want to see how much you understand from my book..."
"I'll give you three and ten minutes..." Lockhart said.
What is written on the paper is:
1 What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?
2 What was Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
……
Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, birthday presents and such...
He regarded Defense Against the Dark Arts as an idol fan club.
- Arrogant to the extreme.
McGuffin, who knew the essence of this guy, felt his eyes twitch when he experienced this scene himself. He kept looking at Hermione's answer sheet and filled it out blindly. (He doesn't want to waste his time and energy on this kind of place)
But this is estimated to be much better than Harry, Ron...the two of them turning pens and drawing lots.
After McGuffin and the other little wizards had finished their work, they discussed in a low voice-why Dumbledore recruited such a wizard as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
—even Quilinus Quirrell was better than him!
"Quelinus Quirrell is at least a real dark wizard, and this Lockhart guy...is he just training us how to become his fans?"
To some extent, Harry hates and fears guys like Lockhart more than Voldemort and dark wizards.
"Harry, you can't say that...Professor Lockhart is just testing how well we know his textbooks!" Hermione retorted for 'dear professor'.
But she blushed again immediately, turned her head and ignored Ron and the others.
Because Ron pointed the questions on the test paper at her, and said silently.
——The Lockhart investigation?
"Is this a textbook?" He asked back.
As McGuffin listened to their argument, another suspicion came to mind.
Dumbledore may think that this guy does have something for young wizards to learn from.
For example, face-skinned, or a display of a certain level of reality in the wizarding society...
Like a certain 'Muggle politician' blatantly spewed out the true face of Western society (including the wizarding world),
— We steal, we rob, we lie, and we do it for glory!
To survive in this Darwinian real society, maybe Dumbledore thinks that some of Gilderoy's qualities are necessary for some young wizards...
After all, not all wizards are as talented as Voldemort or Hermione, or Harry's natural "second-generation name" has an "iron-headed protagonist halo",... Even Ron, the most humble of the trio, is also a second-generation pure-blood wizard with a pure-blood family "Weasley". His parents or grandparents must have left connections in the wizarding world.
Otherwise, think about it carefully, the brothers in their family, those jobs, Gringotts, the Romanian Dragon Research Center, the Ministry of Magic...even directly opened a shop in Diagon Alley,
——Of course, part of it is due to the respective abilities of the Weasley brothers.
However, McGuffin knew the name of the Weasley family, and it must have played a lot in the open and in the dark.
In short, it is estimated that Dumbledore also allows those wizards who are about to graduate to get some experience and experience in real life from this liar who has been in the wizarding world like a fish in water.
after all,
The rumor that Voldemort cursed this course should have been circulated in the British wizarding world 11 years ago...
A wizard who is quite a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, is either desperate or has other plans,
Clearly, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not one of those two types of wizards, his intentions are obvious (better known and promoting his own books), and he's not exactly desperate. (Guidero looks rich, and even influential among certain groups of witches of a certain age)
McGuffin knew that Dumbledore recognized this guy at a glance... He was so stupid that he didn't understand what it meant to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.
It seems that Dumbledore really wants to use this idiot wizard to teach other young wizards a social education lesson...how to survive in the real wizarding society or, and to tell Harry that some people are very different on the outside and inside.
Back to the topic, Lockhart's little quiz took up half the class.
——He evaluated all the student test papers one by one, among which he picked out Hermione's test paper and praised it, and then scored [-] points, and added [-] points to Gryffindor College.
"Excellent! Hermione Granger... good girl's answer!" Lockhart said with a smile of great satisfaction. "Very good! Ten points for Gryffindor... Now, let's get down to business."
Finally... Lockhart started his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
He bent down and took out a large cage covered with black cloth from under the podium.
(End of this chapter)
Seeing Malfoy's livid face, Ron laughed straight away.
But Malfoy couldn't care about Ron anymore, he pulled the arm that was on his shoulder away.
A bit sternly, he shouted loudly, "What do you want to do!...McGuffin, let me tell you, it's in Hogwarts now...not in the Forbidden Forest..."
Ever since he saw McGuffin in the Forbidden Forest last time that he could actually set fire to the forest, Malfoy knew that the madman in front of him could do anything.
Hermione closed "Traveling with Vampires" and said helplessly, "Stop it! McGuffin, we have caused enough trouble these two days, you should be glad that we haven't been punished by the professors now..."
Next to it, a group of Slytherin fifth graders (who seemed to belong to the Quidditch team) were also holding their wands and staring at McGuffin maliciously.
But McGuffin himself didn't intend to go further, he was just very upset by what Malfoy said.
It just so happened that today's evil events all day made him full of resentment and unable to vent, and Malfoy just ran into him himself.
tease (scare) this little wizard,
——I feel much better!
But as Hermione said, enough bad luck has happened in the past two days.
It is a miracle that no professor has punished him yet.
—Let’s do less work!
"Be careful what you say in the future! Malfoy..." McGuffin said seriously, "Not everyone is as easy-talking as I am..."
"Be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth!"
McGuffin patted Malfoy on the shoulder very "intimately".
Then he turned around and came to the side of Harry and the others, wanting them to smell and confirm whether he still had that 'gods back' smell.
Malfoy's pale face instantly turned red.
He was extremely angry, pulled out his wand angrily, and yelled, "You lunatic... a despicable Muggle wizard, a disgusting mudblood like you,... there is no way to survive after graduation,... you should go and pray for Harry to leave you a job at the autograph meeting in the future!"
The faces of all the little wizards in front of him changed drastically after hearing this.
After hearing this, Ron didn't even care about the flask he had been protecting. He drew out his wand directly and aimed at Malfoy with a furious face.
"Autograph session!?"
"What's going on, what's going on?"
At this moment, Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, the golden light shining like a big light bulb.
"Whose autograph?"
It seems that as long as someone mentions the word 'signature' across [-] kilometers, he can hear it.
Harry reacted immediately and wanted to turn around and sneak away.
But Lockhart recognized him at a glance. This guy walked around the other little wizards in two steps, grabbed Harry's shoulders, and said with a smile on his face, "Aha!...Harry, don't ask, we meet again!"
In front of the tall, handsome Gilderoy, the thin Harry was like some little chick caught in a creaking nest.
Blushing with embarrassment, Harry struggled to free himself.
Ron was very angry and typed Malfoy's small report to Professor Gilderoy.
But this 'less important' voice was naturally ignored by Lockhart.
Lockhart had eyes only for Harry.
And Malfoy who was behind saw this opportunity even more, he shouted loudly at Gilderoy, "Professor, Harry Potter wants to send out autographed photos!"
"Look at that little wizard who even has a camera ready... and his friends Weasley and Albert even want to hold an autograph session..."
"Lie! Professor, it's not true..."
Harry hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.
But it is clear that Gilderoy has completely believed what Malfoy said.
For him, this kind of thing is the top priority.
He said very seriously, "Harry! What did I tell you just now. This is not good..."
"Otherwise, let's do this!"
"Mr. Creevey," he continued, turning his face with a smile, "two portraits, . . . the two of us will still sign."
Malfoy stepped back into the crowd triumphantly, admiring the scene.
Gilderoy Lockhart greeted Creevey as he spoke, and put Harry, who wanted to get away, in a 'beautiful' pose for a two-person photo.
With a click, Creevey's camera sprayed purple smoke, and the class bell rang immediately.
When Colin fumbled to take another picture.
Harry finally found a chance to interrupt Gilderoy loudly, saying.
"Professor, class is on!"
"Oh! Alright,... go to class!" Lockhart was a little bit reluctant, and he turned to shouting at Malfoy and the Slytherins who were watching the show, and then walked to the castle with the other little wizards who were in his class in the second year.
(McGuffin, Ron, and Hermione, who looked at Lockhart with a little admiration and smiled... deliberately rushed ahead and slowed down, waiting for him and Harry)
Harry still managed to get out of the situation.
—his arms were tightly strangled by Lockhart.
Lockhart persuaded Harry like an old father, "Advice, Harry... I am giving you a piece of advice! You must remain humble and low-key."
"I can understand that at your age, when you realize the benefits of fame, you will get stuck in it, but Harry... it's not good... very bad."
"If I hadn't covered you in front of your friends and classmates just now, you would have seemed too conceited and defiant."
"Look, wasn't Draco Malfoy just jealous of your fame?...It depends on what you do, Harry!"
"I..." Harry tried to stammer out, - Malfoy wasn't what Professor Lockhart thought he was.
But Lockhart didn't listen at all, he waved his hand directly and said forcefully.
"If you continue... more people will hate you like Malfoy...even you will be alone in the future without a friend!"
"Professor Lockhart! I'm not... I'm not looking for fame..." Harry said in shock, but Lockhart just talked to himself and ignored Harry at all.
"Listen to me Harry... at your age, there's more to come, too much fame is a burden, it's like some kind of evil spell that can spoil your friendships, rot your heart..."
Harry was very surprised, he couldn't believe that such earnest words came from Gilderoy Lockhart.
But the next paragraph shattered Harry's illusions...
"To be honest, Harry, I'm a bit arrogant when I say this. You haven't reached my stage yet. No matter where you go, you have to prepare a stack of autographed photos and take care of every trace of your image..."
Lockhart chuckled, reached into the pocket of his robe, took out a bunch of colorful paper candies, peeled off the wrappers, and stuffed the candies into his mouth.
"To keep one's head in the middle of fame no matter what, Harry...you have to know what you want"
Seeing that Harry saw the paper candy in his hand, Loha spread his hand and said casually,
"This is my secret weapon! Sugar can help you keep your brain calm... This is when I met the Lama Wizard in XZ, and he told me to do this to keep calm when facing those snowmen... That helped me a lot. I have always kept this habit in my heart..."
"Would you like to have some! Harry... I asked the company that made the multi-flavored beans to make these candies specially for me... This kind of candy is specially made, and it has some kind of potion ingredients, which will actually protect your teeth from tooth decay..."
Lockhart winked at Harry and smiled, his eight teeth gleaming. "...I can only say that this fame is still good!"
Lockhart continued, "Nevertheless...Harry, I don't think you've reached that point yet...to seek fame!"
"When you're my age, try again! Maybe I'll help you figure out how to run your autograph session..."
Lockhart laughed, and all the young wizards in the corridor who were hurrying to class stared at the two of them with wide eyes.
at last……
Arrived at the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Harry escaped Lockhart's coercion and education, he hurried to the last row of the classroom, and printed seven books with Lockhart's face on the table, so as not to see the real person.
McGuffin sat next to Harry.
On the other hand, Ron was holding the flask with a serious face, very careful, it looked like someone was trying to steal the 'twenty gold Galleons! '
Hermione looked at the three of them hesitantly, and then looked at the 'good' position closest to Lockhart ahead.
Not far away there is a full-length poster of Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing a big red gold-rimmed robe, wearing a classic triangular wizard hat of the same color, and also shining with a perfect smile.
That's where the other little witches from Gryffindor's second year get together and stare obsessively at the real person and the poster.
—Looks like Hermione wants to sit there very much.
But then, Ron widened his eyes and saw from Hermione's backpack that the covers of all Lockhart's textbooks were wrapped with Gilderoy Lockhart's posters, and the names of Defense Against the Dark Devil and Gilderoy Lockhart were written on them in gilt magic fonts (changing colorful colors).
When Ron asked directly in surprise, Hermione blushed angrily.
As if to prove something... She sat next to Ron.
When the class bell rang for the second time, all the chattering little wizards slowly quieted down and gradually sat down in their seats.
At this point, Lockhart cleared his throat and began to introduce himself.
Things like Witch Weekly's most charming smile five times...Three Order of Merlin...some honorary membership...and almost re-telling his seven-book adventures all over again.
They also made a joke about female ghosts and werewolves, but only the few little witches smiled slightly, and most of the little wizards pursed their mouths, and it seemed that they had exactly the same idea as Harry.
——This flirtatious guy.
After that, these little wizards almost wasted half of the class time answering the extremely annoying questionnaire.
"Don't worry...it's just a little quiz, I just want to see how much you understand from my book..."
"I'll give you three and ten minutes..." Lockhart said.
What is written on the paper is:
1 What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?
2 What was Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
……
Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, birthday presents and such...
He regarded Defense Against the Dark Arts as an idol fan club.
- Arrogant to the extreme.
McGuffin, who knew the essence of this guy, felt his eyes twitch when he experienced this scene himself. He kept looking at Hermione's answer sheet and filled it out blindly. (He doesn't want to waste his time and energy on this kind of place)
But this is estimated to be much better than Harry, Ron...the two of them turning pens and drawing lots.
After McGuffin and the other little wizards had finished their work, they discussed in a low voice-why Dumbledore recruited such a wizard as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
—even Quilinus Quirrell was better than him!
"Quelinus Quirrell is at least a real dark wizard, and this Lockhart guy...is he just training us how to become his fans?"
To some extent, Harry hates and fears guys like Lockhart more than Voldemort and dark wizards.
"Harry, you can't say that...Professor Lockhart is just testing how well we know his textbooks!" Hermione retorted for 'dear professor'.
But she blushed again immediately, turned her head and ignored Ron and the others.
Because Ron pointed the questions on the test paper at her, and said silently.
——The Lockhart investigation?
"Is this a textbook?" He asked back.
As McGuffin listened to their argument, another suspicion came to mind.
Dumbledore may think that this guy does have something for young wizards to learn from.
For example, face-skinned, or a display of a certain level of reality in the wizarding society...
Like a certain 'Muggle politician' blatantly spewed out the true face of Western society (including the wizarding world),
— We steal, we rob, we lie, and we do it for glory!
To survive in this Darwinian real society, maybe Dumbledore thinks that some of Gilderoy's qualities are necessary for some young wizards...
After all, not all wizards are as talented as Voldemort or Hermione, or Harry's natural "second-generation name" has an "iron-headed protagonist halo",... Even Ron, the most humble of the trio, is also a second-generation pure-blood wizard with a pure-blood family "Weasley". His parents or grandparents must have left connections in the wizarding world.
Otherwise, think about it carefully, the brothers in their family, those jobs, Gringotts, the Romanian Dragon Research Center, the Ministry of Magic...even directly opened a shop in Diagon Alley,
——Of course, part of it is due to the respective abilities of the Weasley brothers.
However, McGuffin knew the name of the Weasley family, and it must have played a lot in the open and in the dark.
In short, it is estimated that Dumbledore also allows those wizards who are about to graduate to get some experience and experience in real life from this liar who has been in the wizarding world like a fish in water.
after all,
The rumor that Voldemort cursed this course should have been circulated in the British wizarding world 11 years ago...
A wizard who is quite a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, is either desperate or has other plans,
Clearly, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not one of those two types of wizards, his intentions are obvious (better known and promoting his own books), and he's not exactly desperate. (Guidero looks rich, and even influential among certain groups of witches of a certain age)
McGuffin knew that Dumbledore recognized this guy at a glance... He was so stupid that he didn't understand what it meant to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.
It seems that Dumbledore really wants to use this idiot wizard to teach other young wizards a social education lesson...how to survive in the real wizarding society or, and to tell Harry that some people are very different on the outside and inside.
Back to the topic, Lockhart's little quiz took up half the class.
——He evaluated all the student test papers one by one, among which he picked out Hermione's test paper and praised it, and then scored [-] points, and added [-] points to Gryffindor College.
"Excellent! Hermione Granger... good girl's answer!" Lockhart said with a smile of great satisfaction. "Very good! Ten points for Gryffindor... Now, let's get down to business."
Finally... Lockhart started his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
He bent down and took out a large cage covered with black cloth from under the podium.
(End of this chapter)
