Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"You are finally here. You didn't expect it to be so lively here, did you?" Mrs. Weasley noticed their appearance and quickly waved.

Hermione's face was filled with anticipation, and her eyes were filled with pink hearts: "We'll see him in person soon, right?"

"Yes, dear." Mrs. Weasley gave her a satisfied look, then turned to Glenn and said, "Thanks to the store you recommended, Glenn! We bought three sets of textbooks there, which are almost brand new.

The price is also very suitable!”

"You're welcome." He waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Where's your book? Leave it to me and I'll get it for you to sign for him." Mrs. Weasley said again.

Glenn shook his head: "No need to trouble you, Mrs. Weasley. I bought the book a few days ago and put it back in the wand shop."

"That's a shame. That's Gilderoy Lockhart's signature."

Glenn smiled, looked back at Qiu, and asked, "Aren't you going to line up to sign autographs together?"

"No, it's just a name, and it won't improve my grades. I bought it in the morning." Qiu shrugged and shook his head.

Glenn was overjoyed and nodded secretly. It seemed that not everyone could resist Lockhart's charm.

While the two were talking, the person in front finished signing their names and dispersed from Lockhart's table.

A short wizard was holding an old-fashioned black camera and pressing the shutter frantically at Lockhart. Purple smoke that was so thick that it couldn't be dispersed kept coming out of the camera.

He stepped back step by step, as if adjusting his angle, but did not look back.

Qiu Yi was accidentally hit by him.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled unceremoniously, "This is for the Daily Prophet."

Glenn frowned, reached out and pressed his camera, and said coldly.

"I bumped into someone, don't I need to apologize?"

Qiu quickly pulled his sleeve and whispered, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anyway."

The Daily Prophet's photographer also put down his camera and glared at Glenn angrily.

"Where did this kid come from and why is he so rude?"

"Polite? How do you have the nerve to say this word?" Glenn frowned and asked.

The store manager of Flourish and Blotts quickly noticed the commotion here, walked over quickly, and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

It happened that at this moment, Lockhart, who was wearing exquisite makeup and carefully styled hair, also raised his head and spotted Glenn and Harry in the nearby team at a glance.

"Look who I found?!" He stood up suddenly and shouted exaggeratedly.

Without waiting for the crowd to react, he quickly walked around the long table, one to the left and one to the right, grabbing Harry and Glenn's arms with both hands and pulling them to the front.

"Harry Potter - the Boy Who Lived! And the heir of the Ollivander family, the little hero who protects the Philosopher's Stone - Glenn Ollivander!"

Obviously, before going to Hogwarts to take up the post, he had already done enough homework and had a thorough understanding of the events at Hogwarts in recent years.

Upon hearing Glenn's name, the photographer's expression changed instantly.

"Please help us take some photos, Mr. Photographer."

Lockhart held the two of them firmly beside him and smiled what he thought was the most charming smile.

The short photographer quickly pressed the shutter and took several pictures in succession.

"I bet our photo together will be on the front page!"

Lockhart let go of the two of them, patted their shoulders, lowered his head and spoke softly.

When he raised his head, his signature smile appeared on his face again.

"Ladies and gentlemen! On this unusual day, I would like to take this great opportunity to announce a little thing to you!"

The originally noisy crowd quickly fell silent, eagerly waiting for what he was about to announce.

"These two young and outstanding guys came to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore and queued up hard here just to buy a copy of my autobiography." He said loudly, "As a reward for their outstanding performance, I will give them my autobiography for free.

A complete set of works. Of course, there is also my autograph!”

In the small bookstore, a burst of applause and cheers of praise instantly erupted.

"What a generous man!"

A middle-aged witch about forty or fifty years old sighed, her hands turning red.

Harry had a stern face, looking a little embarrassed, and looked at Hermione and Ron for help.

Ron spread his hands and pointed at Hermione, who looked like a nymphomaniac next to him, expressing that he was helpless.

The store manager greeted the clerk, picked up two piles of books from the table, and stuffed them into Glenn and Harry's arms respectively.

The two touched the heavy books and took a few photos together.

Lockhart clapped his hands with satisfaction and continued to announce his "little things".

"In fact, in the near future, dear Harry and Glenn will receive a gift that is more valuable than my book "Magical Me"!"

"They and their classmates will get..."

He stopped for the umpteenth time, enjoying the feeling of being watched.

"A real, magical me! That's right! Ladies and gentlemen, I am extremely proud to announce that in September this year, I will officially become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Lockhart finally let go of them and returned behind the table at the book signing. Glenn and Harry held the books and struggled to squeeze out against the flow of people, finally reaching the edge of the bookshelf.

Glenn handed his books to Mrs. Weasley and said, "I have bought all the textbooks in advance. I will give this set to you to avoid wasting it."

Harry also poured his books into Ginny's cauldron. Little Ginny's face turned red and she quickly lowered her head.

According to the original plot, Master Malfoy should have walked down from the second floor, triggering a conflict, and his father would have taken the opportunity to stuff Riddle's diary into Ginny's Transfiguration textbook.

Glenn looked up at the stairs, but there was no one there.

Could it be that...the plot has changed?

Glenn frowned, looked around, and finally saw the Malfoys and his son next to the bookshelf.

"There are too many people here, Molly, shall we come back later?" Mr. Weasley squeezed in with difficulty and greeted loudly.

Mrs. Weasley shook her head: "You take the children and go out first, Arthur. I'll stay and ask Mr. Lockhart to sign my name."

Mr. Weasley looked puzzled. Just as he was about to say something else, he was interrupted by an arrogant, drawling voice.

"Oh! Who did I think it was, but it turned out to be you, Arthur Weasley -"

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Mr. Weasley turned around and said coldly.