Chapter 127 Grindelwald: Do you think my sister will mourn for you? Scar Head (12000)
All the students at Hogwarts are looking forward to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. I wonder if it is due to Lockhart's special request that the Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons for each school year are concentrated in one lesson.
This means that the four second-year colleges are taking Defense Against the Dark Arts classes together.
Not only the female classmates, but also the male classmates are looking forward to Lockhart's classes.
It's just that their expectations are different from those of the female students. The female students are looking forward to Lockhart's teaching, while the male students are looking forward to Lockhart making a fool of himself and exposing the fact that he is a fool.
The second grade is different from the first grade, and the courses have begun to increase accordingly. The time left for students to do free activities has gradually become less than that of the first grade.
After the Herbology class on Monday morning, Professor Flitwick's Charms class came.
Professor Flitwick looked the same as last year. He was still standing on the tall pile of books, waving his wand and explaining the key points of knowledge to everyone.
"What we are going to learn today is the 'Mark Appearance' spell." Professor Flitwick waved the wand in his hand: "What you need to know is that this is a spell that can produce burning lines of fire in the air, that is, using The wand "draws" specific shapes in the air, just like writing, and voila"
As he spoke, Flitwick moved his wand in the air, and he drew an X mark in the air.
"You see, this is the application of this curse -" Professor Flitwick said sharply, "and there are various other applications, such as writing some words, you see... If I want to write Filius ·Flitwick, like this..."
He waved his wand again and wrote "Filius Flitwick" in flaming letters in the air. The letters seemed to be burning and made a crackling sound.
"Professor." Seamus suddenly raised his hand and said, "Then what is the use of this mark? For example, how will this spell help us in a battle?"
Professor Flitwick smiled and said to Seamus: "That's a good question, Mr. Finnigan - but I need to let you understand that not all spells are created for fighting, just like us. In life, we also need to use some little magic spells to make our lives more convenient, right? ”
"I know, Professor." Seamus said, nodding.
"However, as your professor, I need to let you know one more thing." Professor Flitwick said with his hands on his hips, "I know that maybe some of you students think that this is a bad curse - but I Let me tell you, there are no bad spells, only bad wizards.”
"Look, it's like this."
Professor Flitwick waved his wand and made a mark in the air.
"For example, when you are exploring the road, this mark can help you mark the places you have passed, so that you can quickly find the exit-"
He waved his wand and dispersed the mark.
"Look, this is another application of the magic spell. As for the other application methods, I won't give you the answers one by one. After all, letting you explore by yourself will give you a greater sense of accomplishment, right?"
Professor Flitwick jumped twice on the book and said to the students: "I will give you an after-school homework——"
After hearing this, the students made a sound of disappointment.
"Ah, don't be nervous, children." Professor Flitwick said with a smile: "This is not a mandatory homework - the homework I want to give you is to find another application of all the spells I teach you. Methods, I will check them one by one in the first Charms class after Halloween. If anyone can find other ways to apply spells during this time, I will give your academy extra points."
"Okay!" The students burst into enthusiastic cheers.
This homework is good. It’s not mandatory. If you do it, you’ll get a reward?
Is there any better assignment than this?
"So." Professor Flitwick looked around and began to call names, "I think the best among our classmates should have many different uses of magic...for example, Mr. Potter?"
Harry was in a trance, thinking about the basilisk, when Flitwick unexpectedly called his name.
"Harry, Professor Flitwick asked, is there another way to apply the spell?" Ron reminded in a low voice.
Another way the spell can be used?
Harry thought to himself, that's the problem...
"Professor, I'd like to ask Ron to demonstrate with me." Harry said.
Ron's little face fell instantly.
Blood mother hell, brother, are you trying to retaliate against me?
He couldn't help but think of the two application methods that Harry proposed in the herbal medicine class...
Maybe, I shouldn’t have died, right?
"Harry..." Ron said pitifully.
"Don't worry Ron, I'm very measured." Harry said with a smile.
"Okay, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley." Professor Flitwick happily asked the two of them to stand over. "Then it's up to you two to demonstrate it to everyone."
"Professor, what I want to demonstrate is the Flying Charm." Harry said to Professor Flitwick. "As we all know, the Flying Charm is a spell that summons objects, but it cannot affect humans."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Potter." Professor Flitwick's eyes became brighter and brighter: "But I think the Flying Curse is a spell that is only learned in the fourth grade, right?"
"I have previews, Professor." Harry replied with a smile.
I was still muttering in my heart, having been practicing for five years.
Professor Flitwick said nothing, but nodded approvingly.
Harry walked to the opposite side of Ron, about twenty meters away, and waved his wand.
"Accio!"
The spell hit Ron, Harry flicked his wand back, and Ron flew over with a whoosh.
He flew right in front of Harry, and Harry flicked his wand to put him down.
"Professor, I think if we change our thinking and let the Flying Curse act on people's clothes, we should be able to achieve the summoning of people by the Flying Curse - just like what I just did to Ron."
Professor Flitwick was even more happy. He jumped up and down on the table: "Good! Very good application of spells! Twenty points for Gryffindor!"
However, he jumped a little too much when he was happy, and when he was so happy that he became so sad, Professor Flitwick leaned back and was about to fall.
Harry pulled out his wand again and pointed it at Professor Flitwick.
"Accio!"
Professor Flitwick was pulled by the spell and flew to Harry's side.
"Well done, Mr. Potter! I'll give Gryffindor another ten points!" Professor Flitwick shouted happily.
In just one Charms lesson, Gryffindor gained thirty points.
By the time they got out of class, the other Gryffindor students were looking at the jar of gems a little confused.
Oh my gosh, Gryffindor is involved!
This is their common thought.
Finally a Gryffindor, not a Gryffindor.
Counting Neville's twenty points, Harry's thirty points, and the points earned by other students for Gryffindor, Gryffindor now has more than one hundred and ten points.
Slytherin, who had always been at odds with Gryffindor, was lamenting and sighing, while Crabbe and Goyle were secretly stamping their feet and cursing.
"Don't worry." Draco said calmly: "Professor Snape will take action——"
Facts also proved that Draco's words were true. That afternoon, Gryffindor's third-year Potions class got a lottery score of more than thirty points.
The Slytherin classmates were beaming with joy, sighing that Snape's visible hands were so powerful.
That's great, Snape.
Early the next morning, the second grade students happily ushered in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the whole school year.
I don’t know what Lockhart meant. Anyway, he said that Monday was not suitable for classes, so his classes were scheduled after Tuesday.
To this end, there have been quite a few changes to the school’s curriculum.
The course schedule was distributed to the students, in which G stands for Gryffindor, H stands for Hufflepuff, R stands for Ravenclaw, and S stands for Slytherin.
(Credit: This course schedule comes from a book friend who wishes to remain anonymous)
As a big star, there is nothing you can do about it.
For this reason, Professor Snape looked at Lockhart even more unhappy. Several times, students could notice him staring at Lockhart sinisterly while eating.
But this didn't surprise everyone, because everyone in Hogwarts knew Snape's thoughts.
What he wanted most was to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Of course, it may also be because Professor Lockhart audited Professor Snape's Potions class for first-year students yesterday.
For this reason, Harry was still speculating with Ron and Hermione during breakfast.
"I guess Professor Snape must have taken a fancy to the curse in this course." Harry chewed bread and sat in the Gryffindor seat and said, "That's why he took the trouble to pursue this course in order to He will leave because of the curse and stay away from us 'little wand-waving trolls'."
"Oh my god, Harry." Hermione said in surprise: "I didn't expect that you actually imitated Professor Snape's tone ten to ten."
"Yes." Ron and Snape said together.
Snape? !
The three of them turned back together, and sure enough they saw Professor Snape standing behind them, staring at them with a playful expression.
"Well, well, bad," Professor Snape tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Since you imitate the professor so much, I will deduct one point from Gryffindor..."
After that, Professor Snape left the scene of the incident with a huff.
"You really don't know where he will come out, do you?" Ron spread his hands helplessly.
But...
It's just a point, it's harmless, and it's very heartwarming to be able to cricket Professor Snape behind his back.
This point deduction is well worth it, everyone thinks so.
Ron also murmured to Hermione that Harry, if it were anyone else, wouldn't be able to solve the problem at all.
After sitting outside the auditorium for a while, they ushered in their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
To be honest, Harry was actually looking forward to it, looking forward to what new tricks the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher could come up with for him.
No way... Possessed by the Dark Lord again, right?
But seeing Lockhart smiling with a sunny look on his face and not smelling like garlic, Harry felt that this might not be the case.
The students were sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom that was enlarged by the Traceless Stretching Charm, whispering to each other as if millions of flies were making noise in the classroom.
There are many portraits of Professor Lockhart hanging in the classroom, some are frontal photos; some are full-body photos; some are photos with medals; and some are like Russian matryoshka dolls, with Professor Lockhart inside painting a self-portrait of himself.
Without exception, they all covered their ears and tried not to listen to the whispers of their classmates.
I have to say, the photos of the Wizarding World are truly magical.
After a while, the door opened and Professor Lockhart walked in from the outside.
It should be said that the students gave this professor a lot of respect. As soon as he came in, they all stopped whispering and paid attention to Professor Lockhart.
Professor Lockhart walked to the podium with elegant steps.
He first looked around at the students in the classroom, and finally focused on Harry.
After staring at Harry for a moment, Lockhart introduced himself.
"I," he pointed to his photo and winked, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award—but I don’t talk about that. I didn’t drive away the banshees of Bandon by smiling.”
Bandon is a place name, a small town in County Cork, Ireland.
Lockhart is talking about the story in "Breaking with the Banshee", in which he tells the entire process of expelling the Banshee of Bandon.
Seeing Lockhart's smile, the female students in the class all made gestures of holding their hearts together and looked at Lockhart with aunty smiles on their faces.
The male students all made expressions of retching, especially the Slytherin students who were the most unrestrained. Draco even rolled his eyes and looked like he was going to faint.
"I feel like there's no need to put olive oil in the salads we eat this year." Ron complained to Neville in a low voice.
Neville also felt the same way, but he didn't have much dislike for Professor Lockhart.
After all, Professor Snape didn't like Lockhart. Based on the principle that the enemy of his enemy is his friend, Neville was still willing to believe Professor Lockhart.
"I see you've all bought my complete set - that's great, I thought we'd do a little quiz today. Don't be afraid - just to see how well you read and how much you understand."
Professor Lockhart said as he stood up and picked up a stack of papers from the podium.
After handing out the papers, he returned to the podium and said: "I'll give you thirty minutes, now - start!".
Harry lowered his head and looked at the paper. He originally thought that Professor Lockhart would ask some questions about Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he never expected that it was all about Lockhart's personal information, such as his birthday and his last date. His favorite colors, his ambitions, and what he is most proud of.
Do I know what these are for? Harry muttered in his mind, put the pen on the table, and began to join other students in non-violent disobedience.
It was an excruciating thirty minutes, or so Ron thought.
Harry didn't care. He sat there and became lost in thought, still wondering where the basilisk's fangs might appear.
Oh yeah, he forgot to discuss things with Bo Derek through the double mirror.
Since the Angel Feather is in Dumbledore's hands, Bo Derek should be asked to negotiate with Professor Dumbledore.
The only worry now is whether Professor Dumbledore will sell this kind of thing. That depends on the strength of Gringotts.
Harry believed that Gringotts' sincerity should be able to impress Dumbledore.
However, what Harry didn't notice was that Lockhart would look in his direction almost every once in a while.
After half an hour, the torturous time was finally over. Lockhart collected the papers one by one, and then read them in front of the entire classroom.
"Tsk tsk, almost no one remembers that I like lilac," Professor Lockhart said with disdain. "I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman". Considering that you are not serious about reading, I think you should Take a closer look - oh, and everyone should also read "A Weekend with the Werewolf". I clearly stated in Chapter 12 of the book that my ideal birthday gift is anything magical and non-magical. People live in harmony.”
Harry raised his head and looked at the narcissistic professor again.
His wish is that wizards and Muggles can live in harmony?
But Harry's intuition told him...it shouldn't be like this.
But Lockhart emphatically praised Hermione because she scored a hundred points, a perfect score.
"Ten points from Gryffindor." Lockhart said with a smile, "Miss Granger, good girl——"
He placed the paper on the podium and smiled at Hermione again.
"Good girl, I will treasure your paper with all my heart."
The result was another burst of screams from the girls.
They all looked at Hermione with envy and jealousy, wondering why they were not the ones to receive this honor.
After saying that, Lockhart turned around and flicked his wand.
"Now - beware! It is my job to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom."
Lockhart said loudly: "But remember, as long as I am here, no harm will come to you. All I ask is that you remain calm!"
All the students held their breath because of Lockhart's words. Professor Lockhart pointed his wand at the wardrobe standing aside, and then the wardrobe made a clanging vibration.
"What I want to remind you is, never, never scream." Professor Lockhart said easily and freely: "Not only will this not help you deal with them, but it will also anger it."
As soon as these words came out, even Draco, who was sitting in the back row, shrank back, trying to let the tall Crabbe and Goyle block him.
Professor Lockhart opened the closet and an Inferi came out of the closet.
The body of the Inferi is twisted and deformed, as if its original appearance has been distorted by some evil force; there is no wave of life in the dark eyes, only the coldness and terror of death; its cheeks are pale, without a trace of blood, pale The skin was dry and curled up, clinging to the bones, and there was no longer any sign of life.
The classroom fell into silence for a moment, and then a burst of sharp and piercing screams broke out.
No one expected that Professor Lockhart would bring a moving Inferi to everyone in the first class, and the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the second year.
Professor Lockhart waved his wand, and a circle of fire appeared in front of the Inferi, trapping it in the middle.
Strangely enough, the Inferi felt the presence of the ring of fire, and immediately stopped rushing towards the classmates, staying in the middle and roaring.
Of course Harry knew the Inferi. In fact, a hundred years ago, the Inferi was not a strange thing.
But the thing that has the deepest involvement with Harry is undoubtedly what happened with Sebastian Saru.
Sebastian's sister Anne was cursed by black magic and was about to die soon. Sebastian was heartbroken for his sister and kept looking for a way to solve the curse.
Finally, he discovered an artifact in the records that could summon the Inferi and cure those cursed by black magic through sacrifice.
Sebastian desperately searches for the answers behind an artifact that can control dark magic, hoping it will cure Annie.
Eventually, he found out where the artifact was, in the Fieldcroft Catacombs.
However, by the time Harry and Vivi knew about this, it was already too late. When they arrived at the Feldcroft Catacombs, Sebastian had already entered.
At the entrance to the catacombs are anxious Anne and Ominis.
They went deep into the catacombs, defeated countless Inferi, and finally saw Sebastian surrounded by Inferi.
Just when Harry thought Sebastian was about to be attacked by the Inferi, he discovered that he could easily control the Inferi and order them to help fight.
But before Harry could say anything, Sebastian's uncle Solomon appeared.
During the dispute, Sebastian was furious and used the Avada Kedavra on Solomon.
Fortunately, Weiwei had quick eyesight and quick hands, and used the transformation technique to block the life-killing curse and prevent a catastrophe from happening.
Of course, Weiwei didn't forget to make up for Solomon's forgetfulness.
No one sympathized with Solomon, the old man had a bad temper and was unreasonable, and even Harry couldn't help but throw a few curses in his face sometimes.
Fortunately, this farce ended under the strong suppression of Harry and Vivi, and Sebastian's diary was also confiscated by Vivi - they had tested it, and the magic in it could not lift the curse on Anne at all.
Harry was lost in memories, his classmates were still screaming.
Professor Lockhart allowed the students to scream and express their fear. When it was almost time, he clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop screaming.
"Well, I have to admit that it is indeed a bit too early for you second-year students to come into contact with the Inferi." Professor Lockhart winked at them: "But I think some of you must Have read one of my books... Come on, guess which one it is? ”
Hermione raised her hand.
"Granger." Professor Lockhart smiled and asked her to stand up.
"'Magic Me', Professor." Hermione said excitedly: "It mentions your battle with Zombies, but Professor, I can't tell whether the one in front of me is an Inferius or a zombie. ”
"Very good, ten points from Gryffindor!" Professor Lockhart clapped his hands happily: "It is already rare for a witch of your age to understand zombies and inferi - in fact, this is a rare thing. Inferi - So, Miss Granger, can you tell us in detail what an inferi is?"
"The Inferi is a corpse that has been resurrected by a dark wizard's curse," Hermione began to recite the knowledge point with excitement: "It will become a terrifying puppet, or be used as a sacrificial servant by the cursed dark wizard. If you want The most obvious sign of judging that it is an inferi rather than a living person is its pale and cloudy eyes.”
"Okay, very good!" Professor Lockhart clapped, and at the same time, the Gryffindor students also started to applaud Hermione.
"I'm very happy. I'm really happy. It proves that this school has not been poisoned by dum (Deng) for too long." Professor Lockhart clapped his hands and swallowed the name when he said Dumbledore. : "I know your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from the previous year, Quirinas Quirrell, right? He never tells you real knowledge points during class, but only repeats his so-called 'adventures' 'Experience, tut tut..."
"It's not too late, and I will teach you the real defense against the dark arts -" Lockhart cleared his throat and introduced to everyone: "The Inferi are corpses resurrected by dark wizards using necromancy - -Remember, their bodies have been strengthened by black magic, so ordinary attack spells are useless, such as..."
He waved his wand. "Stupefy!"
The spell hit the Inferi, only to make it pause for a moment.
"Reducto!"
The Inferi, who was hit by the spell again, still had no reaction. He even raised his head and roared "Ouch".
The students present watched Lockhart and the Inferi attentively. Even the students sitting in the back row stood up one after another, wanting to see clearly what Professor Lockhart was doing.
"So, what I need to tell you is-" Professor Lockhart drawled out his voice, and then smiled again when he thought he had attracted the attention of all the students.
This time, no one looked down upon his smile.
Because Professor Lockhart has shown his strength as a professor.
"Because there is no spell that can make the dead body resist burning, the Inferi permanently preserved by black magic can only be destroyed by flames." Professor Lockhart tapped the blackboard with his wand, making a crisp sound, "Then, Among the students here, who knows what kind of spells have fire attributes? You might as well come forward and demonstrate.”
"Me! Professor!" Seamus quickly raised his hand.
Professor Lockhart looked surprised when another classmate besides Hermione raised his hand.
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It seems that Gryffindor will be your favorite house...
With this thought in mind, he nodded and said, "Okay, then let's invite Mr. Finnigan to come on stage and demonstrate to everyone how to use fire spells to attack the Inferi."
Seamus heard the professor's instructions, picked up his wand and walked onto the podium.
"I need to explain in advance, Mr. Finnigan." Professor Lockhart said softly: "For a young wizard like you, the strength of the spell is not enough to break the defense of the Inferi - even if you use fire Type of spell, so don’t be embarrassed, just do your best, try your best.”
"Okay, Professor." Seamus nodded repeatedly.
He turned back and looked in Harry's direction.
Harry nodded slightly at him, indicating that he should listen to the professor.
It turned out that Seamus would mistakenly think that Harry was going to show off his skills.
So, Seamus raised his wand and pointed it at the still roaring inferi.
"Confringo!"
There was a flash of fire in the area where the Inferi was, and after a loud "bang" sound, the Inferi was hit in the face by a curse.
However, the Inferi is a creation of dark magic after all, and it is not something that second-year students can handle easily. All Simo did was blow up its face, but he could not let it rest.
One eye flew up and landed on Pansy Parkinson's head with a clatter.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then took off the sticky, wet, cool eye from his head, stared at it for a moment, and let out an earth-shattering scream.
Draco sat off to the side, gloating - along with a few of his friends.
However, Pansy shook her arms in panic and threw her eyes in front of Draco.
Now, it was Draco who was panicking.
"Crabbe! Goyle! Take it away!" Draco jumped back hard, trying to stay away from the big eyeball.
Hermione and Ron stood up together. They waved their wands and cast a Cleaning Charm on the classroom.
After all, some skin tissue from the face of the Inferi was still stained in some places in the classroom.
Professor Lockhart was obviously shocked by the power of Seamus' spells. He really didn't expect that the second-year wizard could cast spells at this level.
Even if he can blow up the face of the Inferi, this is still the best among second-year students - you know, this is a level that only Durmstrang's outstanding third-year students can achieve.
After all, the Inferi are protected by black magic.
This discovery came as a pleasant surprise to him - this would surely make the husband happier, right?
These are the seeds of the future of the saints...
Oh, incompetent Dumbledore! Staying at Hogwarts will only make Honeydukes candy more expensive!
He noticed the movements of Hermione and Ron, looked around the neat and tidy classroom, and announced loudly: "Very good spell, ten points from Gryffindor - for the sake of Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley." Charms; as for Mr. Finnigan, your excellent Charms will earn Gryffindor ten points!”
Seamus jumped for joy, and even looking at Lockhart felt much more pleasing to the eye.
As long as it can add points to Gryffindor, even if Professor Lockhart is a little greasy, it is not unacceptable.
Lockhart looked at the Inferi who was at a loss on the spot, curled his lips, and waved his wand to signal it to enter.
"Okay, now you have learned how to deal with the Inferi." Professor Lockhart paused for a moment and continued: "Next, it's time to learn various fire spells - but I want to be a defense against the dark arts Teacher, this is not within the scope of my teaching, so students should wait for the progress of the magic class to learn about fire spells with Filius.”
As he said this, Lockhart winked at everyone and showed a charming smile.
The students applauded him in unison for his excellent teaching level.
After this unique Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone changed their minds about him a lot.
Many people gave up on the idea that he was a idiot and firmly supported him.
After class, the students left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom talking and laughing. It should be said that most of the people were very happy, except for Pansy Parkinson and Draco.
After all, they were both direct victims of the eyeball incident.
Harry was left behind by Lockhart.
"Harry." Professor Lockhart said with a smile: "You stay, I have something I want you to help with."
"What's the matter, Professor?" Harry didn't know what Lockhart was going to do if he left him behind, so he could only ask curiously.
"I need you to answer some letters for me, about the letters from my ardent fans." Professor Lockhart said with a smile: "I understand that you will have no other classes after class tomorrow afternoon, so can you please Can you do me a little favor?”
"Sorry, Professor, I mean - why me?" Harry asked confused.
"Because you are the savior, the Boy Who Lived." Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "And I don't have much time recently, because I have to prepare teaching tools for you and prepare the teaching content-oh my God, Teaching students is a really fun adventure, isn’t it? ”
Harry felt that he was a bit pretentious, and that no matter what happened, it could be related to "adventure".
It seems that if he doesn't do this, he won't be able to reflect that he is an adventurer.
But he had to admit that Lockhart was right, because it was indeed difficult to successfully teach others some real skills.
Just then, Colin Creevey walked over with a camera.
"Harry, can I take a picture of you?" he said quickly. "I'd really like to get a signed picture of you so I can give it to my dad - you know, he's a squeezer." Milkman..."
Harry couldn't hear clearly after that. Colin spoke as fast as the MG42's rate of fire in old movies.
"It seems you also have ardent fans?" Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter, I think we should take a photo together - the great savior and his writer professor... Come on, Mr. Creevey , take a group photo with us.”
After speaking, Lockhart whispered: "I will teach you how to deal with ardent fans. How about you, don't you want to come and learn from me?"
If you say that, Harry will become a little interested.
God knows how annoying this kid Colin is, he seems to have memorized Harry's class schedule, squatting on Harry's only path every day.
It seemed to Colin that the most exciting thing in the world was saying "Hello, Harry?" six or seven times a day and hearing "Hello, Colin" in reply, regardless of the tone of Harry's reply. How helpless and angry.
Harry felt that he had a good temper, but he was a soft-spoken person - if Colin just refused to deal with him like Draco, Harry would have beaten him long ago.
Fortunately, Colin still looked like he liked him very much, which made Harry really helpless.
He knows the power of public opinion. If he does something wrong, he may be criticized by the newspapers outside!
When Colin received Lockhart's answer, regardless of whether Harry was happy or not, he raised his camera and took pictures.
Lockhart acted very cooperatively in various poses, and Harry had to admit that there was a reason why he was so famous.
At least in terms of his patience with his fanatical fans, Harry was put to shame and fell to the ground.
After finally getting rid of Colin, Harry sighed as if he was recovering from a disaster.
God, this kid was really born to annoy him.
As they walked to the auditorium, Harry still felt a little out of breath, fearing that Colin would pop out of nowhere and take a picture of him, or say "Hello, Harry".
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked with concern: "You look very unhappy. Who provoked you?"
"I think it's Colin Creevey." Ron said loudly, not caring that his voice was heard by the entire Gryffindor common room: "Oh my God, he has such no sense of boundaries. God knows, follow Harry..."
"Okay, Ron." Harry knew that Ron wanted to be a villain, but he didn't want Ron to take the blame.
"You should think of a way," Seamus said, "How about letting me blast him with a thunderbolt and keep him in Madam Pomfrey's hospital for a few days..."
"That's a bit too cruel." Neville whispered: "But I don't have any good ideas... Oh, really."
Even an honest man like Neville couldn't stand what Colin did.
"My suggestion is to leave him alone." Hermione said softly: "I think if you let him harass you for a while, he will get bored."
There was silence in the common room, and no one seemed to believe Hermione's words.
"Think about Filch's cat." Ron said in a low voice: "It has been petrified to this day. It must have been half a year since last semester, right? I sometimes think about it, if Colin can be petrified Just petrochemical - this way we solve two big problems.”
"Why two?" Hermione asked confused.
"One problem is how to deal with Colin Creevey." Ron shrugged: "The other problem is Colin Creevey himself."
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
Ron is indeed quite good at complaining.
During lunch, Harry saw Hedwig flying in leisurely.
I thought Hedwig was bringing something, but I didn't expect it to be a letter from Mr. Flamel.
There were three owls behind, carrying a large bag in their talons.
Hedwig dive-bombed the letter in front of Harry, and it fell into Harry's arms. The little fur ball humped Harry hard and made a delicate squeaking sound.
The remaining three owls placed the big bag next to Harry, and then flew away.
Harry looked down and saw that the big bag contained bundles of pounds.
He opened the letter again and it read:
Dear Sir:
How have you been lately? It should be the first day of school now, and I think life at Hogwarts must be exciting.
Miss Sweeting is recovering well and is expected to return to Hogwarts by the end of this month.
Another: I really like the gift you gave me. Perenal and I agree that the game called "Sid Meier's Civilization I (Civilization I)" is very interesting and it adds a lot of fun to our lives again. No need to wait every day to pass the time.
There is a bag of pounds attached to the letter. Please help me buy a few more computers at your convenience. I would like to modify this tool in my spare time to make it more suitable for the wizard's physique.
Nicolas Flamel's letter to Harry Potter, 2Septembre, 1992
Harry put away the letter and looked at the bag of pounds again.
"Oh my God, what is this?!"
Hermione exclaimed.
"Look."
Harry took out a bundle of fifty pound notes from the bag, which was not actually an everyday denomination.
"This is pounds?!" Hermione asked in a low voice, looking at the bulging bag that was half her size in disbelief, "So many pounds... Oh my God, Harry, have you met someone?" What a rich friend?”
Seamus also stepped forward. He was a half-blood wizard and of course knew the purchasing power of the pound.
God knows, even if his father worked year after year for more than ten years, he might not be able to save this bag of pounds.
"I don't know if he has money, but he must be richer than me." Harry said truthfully.
No matter how powerful he was, he would not dare to compete with an alchemist who had lived for more than six hundred years.
God knows how much wealth Nico Flamel has accumulated over the years.
But... the letter said that Mr. Flamel still wanted him to buy a few more computers? Still want to modify your computer into a tool suitable for wizards?
Well...
Harry thought it was quite interesting and he might let Mr. Flamel try it.
"Is this Muggle currency?" Ron leaned over and asked, "How much can these small pieces of paper have?"
Wizards living in the wizarding world will not understand the Muggle world, and similarly, Muggles living in the Muggle world will not understand wizards.
Ron clearly has no idea about the pound.
"Did you see that?" Hermione pulled out a piece of paper and waved it in front of Ron: "A piece of paper like this is fifty pounds - you have to know that Gringotts' exchange ratio is five pounds to one plus. Long, think about how much money there is here.”
Ron felt like his brain was overloaded.
Oh my God, a piece of paper is ten gold galleons, so many pieces of paper...
Ron felt a little out of breath.
So many gold galleons... So many gold galleons, how many chicken drumsticks can I buy? ! !
"I think I have to take a trip if I have time." Harry folded the letter and put it in his arms: "But the money is indeed too much, and the remaining money after buying it should be returned to others. ”
Ron forced himself to withdraw his eyes from the bag of money and said in agreement: "You're right, Harry, we can't covet other people's money——"
After hearing Ron's words, Harry turned around and gave him a thumbs up with a few friends.
Ron scratched his head and smiled.
In order to avoid being noticed, Harry quickly stuffed the bag of pounds into his wallet.
Fortunately, the bag of money was surrounded by friends just now, and no one around them noticed what happened here, so it didn't cause any disturbance.
Well... Since Mr. Flamel wants to study it, just research a few more models for him - he remembered that there is also a kind of laptop computer, and he can also buy a few for Mr. Flamel.
If this was researched, it would be easy to make money in the wizarding world, if nothing else.
He actually didn't have much interest in money, but considering that all of Vivi's money was taken away by Gellert, Harry felt that he needed to earn some money to fill Vivi's coffers.
"By the way, Harry." Hermione suddenly said: "Just now, Digory of Hufflepuff asked me to ask you, when does our dueling hut start?"
"Only the night after tomorrow." Harry said, "I have to go to Professor Lockhart's place tomorrow night."
"Why are you going to him?" Hermione asked puzzledly, "Oh my God, Harry, what an honor this is, you must seize the opportunity..."
"Professor Lockhart asked me to help him write a reply to his fans." Harry said honestly: "He said that he was busy making lesson plans for us and was overwhelmed, so he could only respond to love in this way. to his fans.”
Hermione held her heart in her hands after hearing Harry's words.
"My God, he's so considerate, isn't he?"
Ron made a face like he was vomiting, but he didn't let Hermione see.
If he was discovered, he might be scolded again. Ron was not stupid.
"Professor Lockhart also said that he wanted to teach me some skills in dealing with fanatic fans." Harry said softly, "Actually, I didn't want to go, but considering that he was going to teach me this, I decided to learn it. After all... You understand.”
Everyone nodded, they had seen with their own eyes just how annoying Colin Creevey was.
God, it would be really breathless to have such a person squat there at a fixed point every day.
We are all classmates, it is not okay to hit or scold...
Harry was also thinking that while he was on his way back from writing a letter to Professor Lockhart, he could go to the bathroom and drink some age-enhancing potion, and then have a phone call with Bo Derek and tell him that Principal Dumbledore holds the Angel of Angels. Feather thing.
While Harry was planning, Lockhart in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office also transformed into an elegant old woman.
Although she looks old, one can see through her demeanor and temperament that she was an impeccably elegant beauty when she was young.
She is Gellert Grindelwald's right-hand man, Vader Rozier.
Vader unfolded a piece of parchment on the table, wrote down the next plan in detail, and emphatically praised Gellert's vision for discovering such an outstanding talent as Harry Potter.
In addition, she also specifically praised Harry's abilities in all aspects.
The letter also said that Gellert's policy was correct and asked her to make arrangements in advance to win over Dumbledore's golden boy.
And she also attached a photo of her and Harry to the letter, but it was a photo of Lockhart.
After finishing writing, Vader threw the letter into the fireplace.
Then, a blue flame ignited in the fireplace and swallowed the letter in one bite.
……
Neumengardburg, Austria.
Gellert's face turned livid after receiving the letter, and he sat there holding the group photo without saying a word.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" the wizard behind him asked with concern.
Gellert didn't answer, just stretched out his hand and waved it back.
The wizards withdrew obediently, leaving Gellert alone in the room to think.
After a while, Gellert lit a blue flame in his hand, burning the photo into ashes and scattering them in the room.
"Oh, Scar-headed Veela..."
"Do you think...my sister will mourn for you?"
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There are many cities named "Bandon" in the world, but since Bunworth Banshee is an Irish legend and is mainly distributed in Ireland and Scotland, it can be determined that the Bandon mentioned in the section is an Irish city.
In the simplified Chinese version of "The Chamber of Secrets", the name of this city is translated as "Wanlun", and a footnote mentions that it is a "port city in southwestern Thailand". Considering the distribution of female ghosts. This must be a mistranslation.
In addition, the original English translation of "female ghost" is Banshee. This word is named after the Irish "beansí", which is more appropriately translated as "banshee". She is a banshee in Irish legend who foretells death, and is also called the "banshee". Or transliterated as "Banshee". For example, Sylvanas, the "Banshee Queen" in "World of Warcraft", is BansheeQueen.
Like the Thestral, the Banshee is not harmful, but because she is often accompanied by death when she appears, she is also regarded as an ominous creature, so people are afraid of her.
(End of chapter)