Chapter 272 Confident Lockhart
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 272 Confident Lockhart
Fred and George didn't even eat, and left the table with a few slices of bread.
It looked like they were trying to get the letter out before class started.
Harry, Ron, and Neville looked at each other in bewilderment. To be honest, they still haven't figured out what's going on.
They didn't have time to think about it, however, as Professor McGonagall was handing out timetables along the Gryffind table.
"Kyle, you just happened to be here."
After she handed the last class schedule to Neville, she said, "Professor Sprout has something to ask you, if you have finished breakfast, come with me."
"Good professor."
Kyle drank the last sip of lemonade, got up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium.
If he guessed correctly, Professor Sprout came to him to talk about the Time Converter.
After all, the first class of the new school year is about to start, so there should be some news.
And before coming to the restaurant, he had already got his schedule from the common room.
The first class of the third grade is protection of magical creatures, and arithmetic and divination... The time of these two classes is exactly the same, both are at nine o'clock in the morning.
……
After leaving the restaurant, Professor McGonagall did not go to the office upstairs, but took Kyle out of the castle and came to the other side of the venue.
Professor Sprout was there treating the Whomping Willow...
Because I was hit hard by two reckless guys yesterday, this poor little guy broke several branches. Professor Sprout is using special potions and bandages to wrap up those broken places one by one.
Kyle noticed that the Whomping Willow was not still, but was still moving... A passing owl was almost pulled out of the air by it.
Fortunately, the owl was small in size and quick enough to react, so it escaped the catastrophe and flew away cursingly, leaving a lot of feathers on the ground.
Apparently, Professor Sprout hadn't touched the scar at the root of the tree.
But the Whomping Willow didn't mean to attack her at all, and let her toss back and forth among its branches.
And it's not just Professor Sprout, another professor is here too.
Gilderoy Lockhart.
Standing ten meters away from the Beating Willow, he shouted:
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that...it's too troublesome."
"Oh...you are too troublesome, Pomona, I just happened to know a very useful magic spell, which can perfectly join those completely broken branches."
"That's right, that's it. I wanted to teach you this spell just now, but I didn't expect you to do it too!"
Lockhart chattered endlessly below, and Professor Sprout's face became increasingly ugly.
If Lockhart hadn't stood too far away, she would have wanted the Whomping Willow to give this guy a warm hug.
How annoying!
At this time, Professor McGonagall also brought Kyle nearby.
"Oh, Minerva, it's good to see you." Lockhart moved closer.
"Me too, Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall replied perfunctorily, and then shouted in the direction of the Whomping Willow:
"Pomona, are you done? I brought Kyle."
"There's one last one." Professor Sprout looked back, and his hands moved a lot faster.
"Wait, do you mean that you are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history?"
Lockhart looked at Kyle as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Yes, Professor Lockhart." Kyle nodded.
"We should have met before, remember, at Lihen Bookstore, you came to buy my book." Lockhart said with a smile, his big white teeth gleaming in the sun.
"It's just that you were too shy and hid."
Professor McGonagall looked slightly sideways.
A person who dares to face a dark wizard alone, a werewolf who is tough, and a three-headed dog to forcibly break into the forbidden area...would be shy?
Professor McGonagall couldn't connect Kyle with shyness for nothing, which was ridiculous, and she would rather believe that Fred and George were a good pair of babies.
But she quickly thought of a "Daily Prophet" she had read a few days ago, and Harry who was at a loss in the photo.
If she guessed correctly, Kyle should have been there at the time, but he ran away early and was not caught to take a group photo with him.
The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling.
It's just that Lockhart didn't notice it.
"I am also a recipient of the Order of Merlin, and I have also encountered werewolves."
He reached out and patted Kyle on the shoulder:
"You are so lucky to have achieved as much as I have at such a young age."
"Kyle's getting the Order of Merlin has nothing to do with luck."
Professor Sprout came over and said flatly, "He saved a whole floor of patients."
"Yeah, sure, it's commendable." Lockhart straightened his gold-rimmed top hat.
"Actually, I saved a lot of people during my journey, but I never mentioned these things."
"Yeah, I haven't mentioned it, but it's all written in the book." Kyle slandered inwardly.
Although no one answered, Lockhart didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued to say to Kyle:
"I think you must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves" before. I introduced fifteen ways to deal with werewolves in detail."
"Professor, aren't there seventeen kinds?"
Kyle blinked, "Have you forgotten?"
"Seventeen..." Lockhart paused, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
"Of course not. It's just that the two methods are too risky. I don't recommend ordinary wizards to do that... It seems that you have really read my book seriously. Very good. Which academy are you in?"
"Hufflepuff."
"Then... plus ten points for Hufflepuff." Lockhart said happily: "You will definitely become an internationally renowned great wizard like me in the future.
Of course, you've achieved something by now, and while it's not as good as winning five consecutive Wizards of the Week awards for Most Charming Smile, it's just the beginning.
I was much more ordinary than you when I was 13. "
Professor McGonagall heard a recent convulsion from behind, rubbing his teeth.
"Wizard Weekly"'s Most Charming Smile Award, better than the Order of Merlin?
How did he say it?
For that kind of thing, even if she was given a large amount of Galleons, she still had to consider whether to take it.
It was too embarrassing. If my old friends saw it, they might think that Hogwarts couldn't pay their wages.
At this time, a group of people came out of the castle, including Harry, Hermione, and Ron...their first class was herbal medicine, and they needed to go to the greenhouse.
"I have to go." Lockhart patted Kyle on the shoulder again.
"By the way, although I was teaching Professor Sprout how to heal Whomping Willow just now, I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine. I just happened to see a few trees during my travels. This strange plant..."
"Then where did you meet, Professor."
Kyle suddenly asked: "I've always wanted to raise a Whomping Willow, but both Principal Dumbledore and Professor Sprout disagreed with me digging it up. If it's in the wild, it should be fine."
"That's a very far away place..." Lockhart thought for a while, and said, "And you may be disappointed, the Whomping Willow there is also someone else's private property, and they take it very seriously."
Fred and George didn't even eat, and left the table with a few slices of bread.
It looked like they were trying to get the letter out before class started.
Harry, Ron, and Neville looked at each other in bewilderment. To be honest, they still haven't figured out what's going on.
They didn't have time to think about it, however, as Professor McGonagall was handing out timetables along the Gryffind table.
"Kyle, you just happened to be here."
After she handed the last class schedule to Neville, she said, "Professor Sprout has something to ask you, if you have finished breakfast, come with me."
"Good professor."
Kyle drank the last sip of lemonade, got up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium.
If he guessed correctly, Professor Sprout came to him to talk about the Time Converter.
After all, the first class of the new school year is about to start, so there should be some news.
And before coming to the restaurant, he had already got his schedule from the common room.
The first class of the third grade is protection of magical creatures, and arithmetic and divination... The time of these two classes is exactly the same, both are at nine o'clock in the morning.
……
After leaving the restaurant, Professor McGonagall did not go to the office upstairs, but took Kyle out of the castle and came to the other side of the venue.
Professor Sprout was there treating the Whomping Willow...
Because I was hit hard by two reckless guys yesterday, this poor little guy broke several branches. Professor Sprout is using special potions and bandages to wrap up those broken places one by one.
Kyle noticed that the Whomping Willow was not still, but was still moving... A passing owl was almost pulled out of the air by it.
Fortunately, the owl was small in size and quick enough to react, so it escaped the catastrophe and flew away cursingly, leaving a lot of feathers on the ground.
Apparently, Professor Sprout hadn't touched the scar at the root of the tree.
But the Whomping Willow didn't mean to attack her at all, and let her toss back and forth among its branches.
And it's not just Professor Sprout, another professor is here too.
Gilderoy Lockhart.
Standing ten meters away from the Beating Willow, he shouted:
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that...it's too troublesome."
"Oh...you are too troublesome, Pomona, I just happened to know a very useful magic spell, which can perfectly join those completely broken branches."
"That's right, that's it. I wanted to teach you this spell just now, but I didn't expect you to do it too!"
Lockhart chattered endlessly below, and Professor Sprout's face became increasingly ugly.
If Lockhart hadn't stood too far away, she would have wanted the Whomping Willow to give this guy a warm hug.
How annoying!
At this time, Professor McGonagall also brought Kyle nearby.
"Oh, Minerva, it's good to see you." Lockhart moved closer.
"Me too, Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall replied perfunctorily, and then shouted in the direction of the Whomping Willow:
"Pomona, are you done? I brought Kyle."
"There's one last one." Professor Sprout looked back, and his hands moved a lot faster.
"Wait, do you mean that you are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history?"
Lockhart looked at Kyle as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Yes, Professor Lockhart." Kyle nodded.
"We should have met before, remember, at Lihen Bookstore, you came to buy my book." Lockhart said with a smile, his big white teeth gleaming in the sun.
"It's just that you were too shy and hid."
Professor McGonagall looked slightly sideways.
A person who dares to face a dark wizard alone, a werewolf who is tough, and a three-headed dog to forcibly break into the forbidden area...would be shy?
Professor McGonagall couldn't connect Kyle with shyness for nothing, which was ridiculous, and she would rather believe that Fred and George were a good pair of babies.
But she quickly thought of a "Daily Prophet" she had read a few days ago, and Harry who was at a loss in the photo.
If she guessed correctly, Kyle should have been there at the time, but he ran away early and was not caught to take a group photo with him.
The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling.
It's just that Lockhart didn't notice it.
"I am also a recipient of the Order of Merlin, and I have also encountered werewolves."
He reached out and patted Kyle on the shoulder:
"You are so lucky to have achieved as much as I have at such a young age."
"Kyle's getting the Order of Merlin has nothing to do with luck."
Professor Sprout came over and said flatly, "He saved a whole floor of patients."
"Yeah, sure, it's commendable." Lockhart straightened his gold-rimmed top hat.
"Actually, I saved a lot of people during my journey, but I never mentioned these things."
"Yeah, I haven't mentioned it, but it's all written in the book." Kyle slandered inwardly.
Although no one answered, Lockhart didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued to say to Kyle:
"I think you must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves" before. I introduced fifteen ways to deal with werewolves in detail."
"Professor, aren't there seventeen kinds?"
Kyle blinked, "Have you forgotten?"
"Seventeen..." Lockhart paused, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
"Of course not. It's just that the two methods are too risky. I don't recommend ordinary wizards to do that... It seems that you have really read my book seriously. Very good. Which academy are you in?"
"Hufflepuff."
"Then... plus ten points for Hufflepuff." Lockhart said happily: "You will definitely become an internationally renowned great wizard like me in the future.
Of course, you've achieved something by now, and while it's not as good as winning five consecutive Wizards of the Week awards for Most Charming Smile, it's just the beginning.
I was much more ordinary than you when I was 13. "
Professor McGonagall heard a recent convulsion from behind, rubbing his teeth.
"Wizard Weekly"'s Most Charming Smile Award, better than the Order of Merlin?
How did he say it?
For that kind of thing, even if she was given a large amount of Galleons, she still had to consider whether to take it.
It was too embarrassing. If my old friends saw it, they might think that Hogwarts couldn't pay their wages.
At this time, a group of people came out of the castle, including Harry, Hermione, and Ron...their first class was herbal medicine, and they needed to go to the greenhouse.
"I have to go." Lockhart patted Kyle on the shoulder again.
"By the way, although I was teaching Professor Sprout how to heal Whomping Willow just now, I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine. I just happened to see a few trees during my travels. This strange plant..."
"Then where did you meet, Professor."
Kyle suddenly asked: "I've always wanted to raise a Whomping Willow, but both Principal Dumbledore and Professor Sprout disagreed with me digging it up. If it's in the wild, it should be fine."
"That's a very far away place..." Lockhart thought for a while, and said, "And you may be disappointed, the Whomping Willow there is also someone else's private property, and they take it very seriously."
