A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

A few hours ago, Ron had been through a thrilling confinement journey.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he knocked on Professor Lockhart's door nervously, and said hesitantly that he was here for confinement.

"Is there such a thing?" Lockhart looked sickly. "Oh, yes, that's right! You little rascal..."

He dragged Ron into the office and pushed him into a chair.

"Well, the content of the punishment...I think about it, how can you sincerely repent and cry to thank Gilderoy Lockhart for his greatness?"

Ron looked at him dumbfounded, Lockhart's arrogance worsened again?

"I figured it out!" said Lockhart, startled, holding up a stack of bulging envelopes from the corner cabinet.

"Teach, professor, what is this?" Ron swallowed, never, never...

"These are letters from ardent fans, and I have some of them in my collection—my favorites! You need to transcribe them all," Lockhart said with enthusiasm.

Things are headed for the worst.

Ron thought the letters were thicker than the two tomes Malfoy had copied.

He opened an envelope, took out the letter inside, and read at the beginning: "Dear Gilderoy, I am your dearest and most loyal reader, Moriah, and I sleep with your book every day because it contains Your most charming photo, oh Gilderoy, your curls are scratching my heart and I can't wait to have a great adventure with you in my dreams..."

"Ouch~" Ron almost vomited.

"Are you sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"No--"

"If you don't, start copying. This is a punishment for you sneaking up on the professor, no, it's a reward-to make you feel lucky to be with my readers and feel my greatness."

What Lockhart said today was surprisingly straightforward. Ron originally thought he was a peacock, at least hiding his butt when the screen was on.

But he didn't have the power to choose, and Ron had to force himself not to think about anything, not to think about the meaning of the things he copied. But as soon as he wrote two lines, he was nauseated again.

So he began to focus on Lockhart, his mind racing as if he wanted to think of something else.

Two positions away from him, Lockhart also spread out a piece of parchment, picked up a quill and filled it with ink, and wrote a line of swashbuckling characters on it, mumbling, "Merlin, I'm so unlucky to have to apologize to stupid Fudge..."

Ron was terrified that night, because Lockhart seemed to be a different person, and he had no door in his mouth, and he confided a lot of secrets to him.

Either complain that Dumbledore cheated on him, or that Professor Hepp stole his limelight.

He also mentioned the days when he was in school. On Valentine's Day, he spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of greeting cards for himself, but it didn't make any splash, and he had to spend two months of hardship for this... …

When it was finally midnight, Ron summoned the courage to ask to leave, and Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall. "Is it so late? Go, put the letter in the locker, and continue tomorrow."

Ron hugged the stack of letters and walked to the big cabinet with a bang. He tried to pull it, but the door of the cabinet didn't move. "Professor Lockhart, the locker is locked!"

Lockhart grunted and waved his wand, and it wasn't until the third time that the door slammed open, nearly hitting Ron in the nose.

Ron opened the cabinet, and there were more than a dozen small drawers in it. He didn't know where to put it, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to open the drawers one by one to find the right space.

When he turned to a certain compartment, he saw a piece of parchment held in a clip, and the top line of text made him stop his eyes.

"Records of Armenia's visit to old wizards (Note: Werewolf Adventures)."

He jumped and glanced again--

"If the protagonist is an ugly, old Armenian wizard, the story itself is pretty good."

There is a short paragraph in the middle that seems to record someone's words, "Yeah, the people in that village are very miserable, they are always facing the threat of werewolves, the original reason is that they killed a small wolf cub who actively attacked livestock, it is really sad ~”

Ron's heart was pounding, and he didn't know why, but he quietly pulled out the middle pages of the document—the top page he didn't dare to take.

Lockhart's voice came from a distance, "What are you dawdling at?"

"Horse, right now, Professor Lockhart." Ron shoved the pages of parchment he had drawn into his arms, then scattered the letters from readers into three drawers and hurriedly closed the cabinet.

"Teach, professor, I'll go first." Ron quickly ran out of Lockhart's office.

Along the way, his heart was still beating violently.

Back in the common room, there was no one else at this time. He hid in a corner and carefully read the three pieces of parchment he took out from his arms.

After watching for a while, he was a little confused, although the content of the story made him a little familiar, but this was an ordinary interview.

Did Lockhart also work part-time as a reporter?

Ron went back to the dormitory and saw Harry who had fallen asleep. He tucked the parchment into a book at random and fell asleep.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was peaceful and peaceful for the next week.

With no worries about raids and no exam worries, the little wizards had a fantastic weekend.

Hermione finally took off her mask. She now only needed to wear a hat and cover her cat ears. She usually looked the same as normal.

"Lavender thought I had some kind of terminal illness." Hermione was breathing in the fresh air, her face flushed with cold, but she had no idea of ​​tying a scarf at all.

"Who is Lavender?" Ron asked.

"She's my roommate."

Ron imagined for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "Is that the freckled girl?"

"It wasn't her, Ron, I thought you'd remember being a Gryffindor wizard with you," Hermione said sharply.

"I remember, it just doesn't fit. And do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked rhetorically.

"certainly!"

"Then have you spoken to him?"

Hermione closed her mouth tightly.

That night, Felix guided Hermione through the upgrade plan for the Beaded Pouch.

Felix looked at the parchment in his hand with interest: "Are you going to create a space inside? Is it used to hold things? It's a good attempt, but the difficulty has also increased accordingly."

"Professor, do you think it can be done at my level?" Hermione asked.

"Well... If you want to do it yourself, at least—" Felix thought for a while, "You also need to learn 21 practical Rune in a targeted manner, skillfully describe some Rune circuits, and some basic theories of alchemy. ."

"I can make a list of books for you."

Felix swish wrote a series of reference books, and the corners of Hermione's mouth suddenly felt bitter...