A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 125 New Professor

Amidst the noise, Owen and Harry finally reached the bookshelf, got the books they needed from the high bookshelf, and then squeezed towards the counter.

When Owen finally got out of the area with the largest crowd, several tufts of hair on his neatly styled hair stood up, looking like a big cat with exploded hair. Harry didn't know what was happening.

Wherever he squeezed, he was lost in the crowd and could not be seen. Only his amplified shout came from the side: "Sorry, please give way, my glasses fell off..."

Harry hugged a stack of books tightly in his arms, and the round-framed eyes on his face had disappeared. He was staring at a pair of highly myopic emerald green eyes, bending over and staring blankly at the ground.

Searching between the ankles coming and going.

"Isn't this Harry Potter?" Several wizards around him noticed the lightning-shaped scar hidden under the hair that was accidentally lifted up on his forehead, and exclaimed loudly.

The crowd instantly became much quieter when they heard the sound. Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly jumped up from behind the table and shouted: "Where is it? Where is Harry Potter?"

The crowd made a way, whispering excitedly to each other, and looking at Harry's forehead. Harry stood there with dull eyes, looking at a loss, still thinking about his glasses.

Owen stroked his hair and muttered "Harry's glasses are flying" in a low voice, and a crushed pair of glasses flew over through the gap between the crowd. After he said "Recover as before" to the glasses, his steps started

He calmly took a step back and stood in the middle of the crowd of onlookers, calmly being a quiet melon-eater.

Lockhart had already rushed to Harry, grabbed his arm excitedly, and pulled him to the front of the crowd. His own photographer frantically pressed the shutter of the camera, standing aside like a reporter

The man had quickly taken out his notebook and quill, looking as if he was about to faint with excitement.

Harry was being pulled by Lockhart to take pictures with a dull look on his face. The crowd around him seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frosted glass in his eyes. Not to mention clearly seeing the expressions on people's faces, in fact he couldn't even distinguish between them.

It's hard for both humans and dogs. But even so, his cheeks were still red from embarrassment, and his stern face and blank eyes made him look silly and cute.

"Ha, aren't you interested in this matter?" Albert raised his chin proudly, "I came back from the Wizengamot meeting last time and told you that something interesting happened.

You still don't care."

"Fred, George, Ron, what are you doing!" Mrs. Weasley yelled loudly while fighting, stopping the brawl that was about to break out. Then she knocked her down with a backhand fist.

He grabbed Mr. Malfoy, grabbed his husband and screamed: "No, Arthur, don't fight!"

Sure enough, after hearing Lockhart's words, there were bursts of angry shouts from the crowd. A group of witches shared the same hatred and talked about each other, and their emotions were aroused.

Owen just wants to learn magic in peace and tranquility, and hopes that there will be no basilisk in Hogwarts this year. But thinking about the missing Ravenclaw diadem... Will Voldemort be resurrected soon?

After pondering for a long time, he slowly opened the cover and saw the vague signature on the first page: T. M. Riddle.

"And you became friends with him?" Owen said softly.

"Harry, you shouldn't be in a hurry to buy a broomstick." Draco said slowly, "My father plans to fund seven Nimbus 2001 for the Quidditch house team. At that time, other houses will have to follow us.

Ash."

"That's right, birds of a feather flock together," Albert said matter-of-factly. If the other person hadn't shown outstanding talents, he would have been so full that he would associate with a mixed-blood with no family power.

Albert was so cute that he quickly drank some black tea and then said with satisfaction: "This involves an old case from eleven years ago. After the Dark Lord fell, his fanatical follower Sirius Black tried to

While escaping capture, he used a curse to blow up half a street, killed a dozen Muggles, and blew a wizard who was chasing him into pieces, before he was caught and imprisoned in Azkaban."

"If I remember correctly, you guys seem to be wizards..." Owen muttered in a low voice, and then said to the two people beside him: "Draco, your dad got into a fight with someone. I'll go over and take a look."

Owen's brows moved slightly. Security consultant? This dispensable position seemed to have been thought up on the spur of the moment. It was full of perfunctory meaning, and it was unknown what kind of deals and compromises were involved.

"Then how did Gilderoy Lockhart become a security consultant?" Owen nodded amusedly.

After a burst of applause, the reporter took the opportunity to ask: "Mr. Lockhart, it is rumored that you will take up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this September?"

Don't be in a hurry to contact someone for a while, wait until he is interested. It may be this year, or it may be in a few years, or when you are in a bad mood, it will be quite relaxing to just burn it out.

"Harry, I will put your things for you in the living room of the villa." Owen nodded and said, then said goodbye to the two of them and returned to Shafiq Manor.

"Although it has always been my wish to return to Hogwarts, and I had reached a preliminary intention with Principal Dumbledore a few days ago, but on the eve of receiving my appointment letter, I was told that this position had already been announced.

was handed over to another person." Lockhart looked depressed but free and easy, "Although I feel very sorry for this, but since Principal Dumbledore thinks that there is someone more qualified for this position than me, I believe that it must be

An extraordinary character."

He caught up with Draco and his group and saw Mr. Malfoy rubbing the corners of his eyes with a cheerful expression and talking to Harry in a pleasant manner. Harry smiled awkwardly and smiled politely and awkwardly, nodding from time to time.

Head down.

Mr. Albert poured himself another cup of black tea, then leisurely picked up a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth.

"He should have been frightened during that battle, perhaps suffering from persecution paranoia, although he was not very courageous to begin with. He was always afraid that the remaining forces of the Dark Lord would come to retaliate against him - to be honest, this

How is that possible - he came here tremblingly to seek asylum from the Ministry of Magic, wanting to stay in the safest place."

After finishing speaking, he got into the crowd with light steps and walked nimbly among them.

"He has always been like this, rarely showing emotions." Albert lamented, "He was like this when he was in school. If I hadn't accidentally discovered that many of the popular spells in the school were created by him, I would still have

I thought he was just an ordinary classmate, well, at least his potions skills are a bit outstanding."

Well, this story has been kept secret until now. It's really hard for him to patiently hold it back for so many days and not say it out. His protracted battle has won, and the expected follow-up question has arrived, although it is late.

Owen stood on tiptoes and saw Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley fighting through the gap in the crowd. Mr. Malfoy had just been knocked down on the bookshelf, and he punched Mr. Weasley in the eye socket.

"Weasley, put down the book in your hand!" Draco pointed at the twins who were about to throw a book at the back of Mr. Malfoy's head, "I advise you to get out of the bookstore in despair.

Your parents will have to go out to beg for food next month."

"Then you go back first, Harry and I will go shopping again." Draco glanced at Harry who was obviously still unfinished, shook his head and said.

"The truth sometimes doesn't matter. People just want what they think is right. Is there any tangible benefit to justice? It's just tearing off the last fig leaf." Albert did not forget to teach Owen,

"For politicians, they can pretend to be deaf and dumb even if the facts are right in front of them. To make them admit their mistakes, they have to hang them on the gallows."

As soon as the news came out, the surrounding wizards buzzed with excited discussions.

"Isn't it fun to watch those guys scurrying around wiping their own butts?"

Mr. Malfoy shook hands with Harry and walked away slowly, leaving the rest of the time to the children. Before he left, he glanced at the bookstore with a sneer on his lips.

Harry tried desperately to slip away, but Lockhart put an arm on his shoulder, holding him tightly to his side. He smiled brightly at the crowd around him and the reporters on the side and said, "Young Harry."

Leigh walked into Flourish and Blotts today just to buy my autobiography - and I was willing to give him the book for free on the spot, along with the full set with my signature, of course!"

"Dad!" Draco hurriedly ran to his father's side.

Owen's expression became a little weird, it couldn't be what he thought...

When he came nearby, the two were still fighting fiercely. Mr. Malfoy was carrying a cane, and Mr. Weasley was holding a book "The Encyclopedia of Toadstools." The two of them invariably greeted each other hard in the face. Weasley was holding a cane.

Mrs. Leigh was shouting to stop the fight, and several Weasley children were also here.

He tapped his right hand on the desk, and then tried to tear the seemingly thin title page. After making sure that it could not be torn, he closed the diary with a "snap" and locked it in the drawer.

"Really? He was nothing special to me at school," Owen said casually.

Seeing this, Lockhart hugged Harry and shook him again, clapped his hands, and a shining smile appeared on his face again: "However, Harry and his classmates don't have to feel sad about this, because I have gained more.

The right position for you!”

Harry stared at his blurry face expressionlessly, and could only see his brightly shining teeth. Which of your eyes saw me smiling?

Owen, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't help but chuckle. He could imagine Harry appearing on the Daily Prophet with this goose-like appearance. He hoped that there would be no "big news" among wizards in the future.

Rumors like "The boy who survived was an idiot".

"Who knows that Dumbledore has already written to him before? After all, Lockhart is a world-famous writer. If the promised position is given to someone else, he will definitely make a fuss. You must give him some indication.

That's all right. Anyway, his purpose of entering Hogwarts is just to gain fame, so everyone can get what they need." Albert smacked his lips.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?" Owen said, "I should go home."

"The wizard who was bombed with only one finger left, Peter Pettigrew, was later awarded the first-class badge of Sir Merlin. However, some time ago, he suddenly came back, alive after eleven years.

He claimed that he injured his head in that battle and lost all his memory, even the fact that he could do magic. He only recently recovered his memory and came back to see his mother."

"Hey, who did I think was so vulgar and reckless? It turns out to be Weasley." Draco also squeezed over and mocked in a long tone, "Look, the Weasley family can do other things besides swinging their fists."

do what?"

"That's right!" Harry nodded in agreement, and with a straight face, he stuffed the pile of books that was almost higher than his head into Owen's small bag, "Draco, did you come here by yourself?"

He stroked a notebook that he had put into his sleeve, with an interested smile on his face. Who doesn't want to own a cute little Tom's diary? I think he even bought its peripherals back then.

Lockhart quickly glanced at the reporter secretly, with a hint of imperceptible embarrassment and displeasure flashing across his face. He waved his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, and then said with regret: "I don't know where you got the news from.

But there is another candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts this year."

People began to applaud and cheer, Lockhart bowed exaggeratedly, and then he was willing to let go of Harry. Harry was pushed aside while holding a large stack of heavy books, looking pitiful.

"I understand." Owen nodded expressionlessly. This is not in line with Professor Snape's character. It is most likely Dumbledore's request. It seems that the principal is really starting to pay attention to him.

Mr. Malfoy wiped the corners of his blue eyes and stood up, glanced at everyone in the Weasley family with a gloomy expression, and then threw a worn second-hand Transfiguration textbook into Ginny's cauldron: "

Here, little girl, take your book. This is the best thing your father can give you..."

After finishing speaking, he and Draco pushed through the crowd of onlookers and strode out of the store.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't stand the looks of the people around him. He whispered "Sorry" in a low voice and ran out dejectedly.

"Ha, who knows." Albert showed a meaningful smile, "But I believe that the vast majority of members have no doubts at all, let alone a few others. Peter Pettigrew has been a hero for eleven years.

Sirius Black has also been imprisoned in Azkaban for eleven years, and everything is settled."

During afternoon tea, Mr. Albert, who had rushed back from the Potions Master's party, slowly drank black tea and said to Owen, who was sitting opposite him: "Owen, it looks like Severus, oh, it's Snape, he's very

He's very optimistic about you. It's rare for him to attend this gathering today and even share your situation with me."

After enjoying a simple lunch, Owen came to his study room, put the diary on the table, crossed his hands and supported his chin, and looked at the tattered black cover of the diary.

"I understand." Owen raised his lips.

Owen helplessly held his forehead, then stared at him with clear eyes, and began to act shamelessly cute: "Dad, can you tell me?"

Owen pretended to accidentally bump into Ginny's cauldron, and pushed his right hand into the cauldron as if he lost his balance. Then he whispered "Sorry" in a low voice, and then hurriedly squeezed out.

Before Owen could reply, a voice came over: "Harry, Owen, you are here too."

"What a beautiful smile, Harry." Lockhart let go of Harry's arm with satisfaction, "We can both be on the front page!"

"The Ministry of Magic hastily concluded the death of a hero, causing him to suffer in Muggle society for more than ten years. His mother passed away due to excessive grief... This is a big scandal that will affect the credibility of the Ministry of Magic, Wesson

Gammer did not hesitate to hold a meeting about this, and finally decided to send Peter Pettigrew to Hogwarts. Fortunately, he himself was too timid to make the matter public, so it was easy to settle."

"I'm with my father..." Draco said and looked towards the bookshelf area in the distance, and a commotion and noise came from there.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, on this wonderful occasion, I am extremely happy and proud to announce that this September, I will serve as a security advisor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" He shouted, "Dumbledore

The principal created this position specifically for me, and there is no doubt that this position will be more suitable for me to give my best. I believe that the students at Hogwarts will have the most anticipated campus life!"

"What's wrong?" Harry sighed. He was tired. Let's destroy it.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" one of the Weasley twins replied, and they were about to give Mr. Malfoy a chill. Ron Weasley glanced here with a strange and complicated expression.

What he was looking at was Harry, his eyes flickering slightly. His little sister Ginny's face turned red when she saw Harry, and she quietly hid behind her mother.

"Hit him!" The Weasley twins threw the book in their hands at Draco. Ron's face also turned red, and he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.

Looking at Lockhart's somewhat exaggerated performance, Owen sighed: "What a master of arching fire." Lockhart clearly meant to tell everyone that the position he was about to get was suddenly cut off.

The professor is an unknown guy, and he may be flooded with howling letters from Lockhart fans the next day, and Lockhart can take the opportunity to create a wave of hype.

Ah, in the new year, the savior still cannot escape the shadow of social death. This is really a sad (and sad) (interesting) thing.

Harry hurriedly held Draco back to prevent the guy from rushing over and getting beaten. He looked at the Weasley family members with a sly expression, wishing he could drag Draco into a crack in the ground. To be honest, he sincerely said

He really felt that Draco's words were not ordinary, and even he wanted to punch him after hearing them.

As one of the most famous celebrity writers in the global wizarding world, Lockhart still has something.

"You'd better not cause trouble at Hogwarts." Owen muttered in his heart, "As long as you stay away from me, I won't bother you..." The plot has collapsed, Dumbledore

It seemed like it was over, and he had to seriously consider the possibility of Voldemort's final victory.

"By the way, have you ever suspected that there was something fishy about Peter Pettigrew back then?" Owen said with a smile.

"Oh? Don't worry, you will know sooner or later." Albert pretended to be secretive.

"By the way, Severus asked me to tell you that if you have anything to do at school, you can come to him. He is willing to help you solve some problems." He raised his left eyebrow and said.

Draco poked his pale, pointed face from the side, looked at Harry carefully with his gray eyes, and then glanced at Lockhart in the crowd with disgust: "That guy looks like a peacock with its tail spread.

, right?”

"It doesn't matter, I've long wanted to have a broomstick of my own." Harry thought of his broom and wanted to fly around in the air a few times.

"It's nerve-wracking." He began to think about how to draw Dumbledore's attention.

"By the way, Dad, do you know who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in school is this year?" Owen asked. Dad, who is always well-informed, must know about this kind of thing.

He was too lazy to think about the shady story behind it. As he walked to Harry and handed him his glasses, he was thinking about another very important thing: now that Lockhart has become a so-called security consultant, what about the dark magic this year?

Who is the defense professor?

"Oh, thank you, Owen." Harry quickly put on his glasses and looked in the direction of Lockhart with a dark face, "I really don't know what Mr. Dumbledore's motives were for hiring him. A lover.

A pushy guy."

Owen blinked. He didn't expect the two things to be related. Looking at his father's proud expression, he twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Can I know this?"

Peter Pettigrew suddenly stopped hiding himself and risked his life to appear in front of everyone. What was the reason? Did he realize that Harry was plotting against him? No, the summer vacation was so long, he could have taken the opportunity to slip away again.

Hide yourself.

Unless he had to do this, for example, he received a more terrifying threat than exposing himself, or accepted someone's order...for example, the missing crown...

Owen drank the black tea in the cup in one gulp, and then sighed softly: "I am really looking forward to this Professor Peter."

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