Chapter 255 Kyle is behind
After leaving Literary Residence, less than an hour had passed, and several people began to walk towards Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore.
But today was a special day. There were far more people going to the bookstore than just them. A large group of people crowded outside the already small store door, and everyone was trying their best to get into the store.
"Why are there so many people today!" Harry opened his mouth in surprise. He had tried several times and failed to squeeze in.
"Maybe Flourish and Blotts is delivering eggs," Kyle said casually.
"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up.
"Of course it's fake!"
Hermione patted his arm with some excitement, raised her hand and pointed to the window upstairs, "Look at that..."
A large banner was pulled in front of the window:
"Gilderoy Lockhart
Signed autobiography for sale
"Magical Me"
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"We can meet him in person!" Hermione exclaimed with uncontrollable excitement: "I mean, almost all the books on the list are written by him!"
"But how are we going to get in?" Harry rubbed his sore arm, "Those people are too strong."
"This is simple..."
Kyle cleared his throat and shouted: "Mr. Lockhart, why are you here!"
For a moment, the crowded crowd stopped moving, and people turned their heads to look for something.
Kyle and the others took the opportunity to come to the door and got in through the cracks in the crowd.
"It's really yours, Kyle." Harry said with a smile.
"It's nothing." I originally wanted to call Voldemort, that would have a better effect.
"Please, don't say that name." Ron suddenly shuddered, "It will definitely cause confusion."
"I know, so I didn't shout." Kyle smiled, "But Ron, you have to try to accept this name."
"Many adult wizards can't do it..." Ron muttered softly, "Except for you and Harry."
A queue stretched from the door to the back of the bookstore, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing books.
They each grabbed a copy of "Breaking with the Ghost" and sneaked over to where the Weasleys and Grangers were queuing up.
"Oh, you are here, great!" Mrs. Weasley breathed rapidly and kept patting her hair, "We can see him soon..."
Gradually, they saw Gilderoy Lockhart. He sat behind the desk, surrounded by large photos of himself, all of which showed Lockhart winking at the crowd, flashing his dazzling white teeth.
Lockhart himself wore a light blue robe, with a pointed wizard hat tilted playfully on his wavy blond hair.
"He's so charming..." Mrs. Weasley stood on tiptoe, looking like a fan who was about to meet her idol.
"Yes..." Mr. Granger next to him echoed: "His teeth are indeed charming, oh, and his hair is also good... What brand of toiletries does he use? Can I buy them here?"
"You can go to the magic supplies store opposite Ollivanders. There should be what you need."
Kyle on the side said: "I recommend you try Porter Express Shampoo. One of our professors has several boxes at home, and he is usually reluctant to use it."
"Even the professor is not willing to use it, so it must be very expensive..." Mr. Granger frowned.
They didn't exchange many gold coins, most of which were reserved for Hermione to use for school.
"It's not expensive, a few Sicos can buy a big bottle."
Mr. Granger touched his thinning hair and felt a little moved.
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"Thanks, kid."
He said, "I think you must be the Kyle that Arthur and Molly talked about. Hermione also often mentions you, saying that you are the smartest little wizard in Hogwarts."
"This evaluation is too high." Kyle shook his head, "I just used other people's time to read books."
Harry and Ron subconsciously turned their heads after listening to Kyle's words.
They feel like they are what Kyle calls "others."
But Harry was more concerned about another thing. He walked up to Kyle and asked hesitantly: "Is the shampoo you just mentioned..."
"Yes, it's your Potter..." Kyle said, "But this brand was sold to someone else a long time ago and has nothing to do with your family."
The excitement on Harry's face quickly disappeared, and he returned to Ron disappointed.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.
"Nothing." Harry shook his head.
For a moment just now, he thought he still had an uncle...or actually a relative, but in the end his joy was in vain.
"Get out of the way!"
At this time, a short-tempered man holding a large black camera squeezed past Ron and said, "Don't block the road. This is for the Daily Prophet."
"Oh, that's amazing!" Ron said, rubbing the sore instep of the man's step.
Gilderoy Lockhart heard this and looked up, seeing Ron and then Harry.
He stared at Harry for a while, then jumped up from his seat and shouted, "Merlin, isn't this Harry Potter?"
The crowd moved out of the way, murmuring excitedly.
Harry watched as Lockhart rushed towards him. Judging from his movements, it seemed that he was trying to drag him to the front for a photo.
Between the lightning and flint...
Under the threat of social death, Harry's brain suddenly awakened to far greater wisdom than usual.
"Kyle's in the back!" he yelled.
"Is it the Kyle who received the Second Class Order of Merlin?" Lockhart became even more excited and immediately looked in the direction of Harry's finger.
But there were only two middle-aged men and an excited witch...
Harry froze.
As for Kyle...he was clearly there just now, but why did he disappear in the blink of an eye!
"I think the kid probably hid when he saw that I was too nervous."
Lockhart showed his bright teeth, "You must know that I have won the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award five times."
This reason was obviously not enough to convince Harry. Although he didn't know what the "Wizard Weekly" Smile Award was, it was certainly not as good as the Order of Merlin.
And Kyle had met a legendary wizard like NicolΓ©me, so how could he be nervous.
"Kyle must have run away because he didn't want to take pictures!" Harry thought to himself.
He wanted to do the same, but Lockhart didn't give him the chance.
Although they didn't see Kyle, a Harry Potter was enough for them to get on the front page.
Harry was dragged forward like a puppet, Lockhart lovingly holding his hand and allowing the photographer to take the picture.
The short man pressed the shutter button frantically, and plumes of purple smoke drifted towards the Weasley family.
The applause of the people around him and the sound of the camera's shutter made Harry feel a little at a loss, and his face turned redder than Ron's hair.
He still can't figure out why Kyle suddenly disappeared.
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