Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The latest website: "It is often said that appearance and wisdom cannot coexist. I wonder if Mr. Lockhart agrees with this sentence?"

"Ah, this, I think it's a kind of prejudice. Wisdom and appearance may be two unrelated individuals. Besides, I am also the counter-evidence of this sentence."

"Mr. Lockhart, do you think you have both looks and wisdom?"

"Hahaha, boy, I feel like you're complimenting me. In fact, I want people to pay more attention to my insides than my handsome appearance. Although I have won the most charming smile award from "Wizard Weekly" five times-but I have never Don't talk about that, I didn't exorcise Wan Lun's female ghost with a smile."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Lockhart was almost choked to death by his own saliva, he felt that the little guy in front of him was deliberately trying to tear him down.

"We can all see the handsome appearance, but why don't you reveal the excellent inside?"

"Ah! So they are waiting for me here." Lockhart felt that he had understood the intention of the other party, and quickly showed a standard smile.

"Hahaha, you really know how to joke. Excellent inner quality is a kind of quality and wisdom, but you can't show it to others. You have to understand it yourself. But in order to help everyone, I decided to share some of my adventures. Come out, maybe you can learn some ways to use your wisdom from it."

"But everyone is generally saying that your books are too expensive. Are you short of money?"

"No!"

"Then you just want to make money?"

"No."

"Definitely is."

"Really not."

"I think so."

Lockhart looked at the child with a fake smile on his face, and he almost said "Are you polite?", but thinking of what the other person represented behind him, he resisted the urge to go up and strangle him to death. Three words were squeezed out, "It's not!"

At this time, there was a loud noise from outside the room. Hearing the movement, Lockhart immediately showed a relieved smile, stood up and straightened his robe.

"Sorry, although I really want to continue to accept the "Daily Prophet" interview, but it seems that the new book signing should start soon, maybe I have to go out and prepare first, so as not to prevent book fans from waiting."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the person opposite to speak, he dragged his robe and strode away.

And waited until Lockhart was completely out of sight, the manager of Lihen Bookstore, who was standing by, bent down and asked in a slightly reserved tone: "Boss, do you need to reduce the recommendation for his books?"

"No need, business is business. His books have been topping the bestseller list for several years in a row. He still has a few brooms in making up stories. I just don't like anyone pretending to be better than me."

The manager of Lihen Bookstore nodded yes, and Clark, who had just flown back from Paris, put away his notebook and automatic shorthand quill, and stood up from the soft sofa chair.

"Actually, I didn't plan to take on this task. The newspaper originally planned to arrange for Rita Skeeter to come and interview this best-selling author. I'm very interested. What kind of scene will it be when these two sit together? .

But my friends wrote to tell me that they would come to Diagon Alley today to buy things for the new school year, so I did. "

After speaking, Clark patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

"boom!"

It was as if two worlds had been crossed in one step. The inside of the room was quiet and peaceful, while the outside of the room was full of ebullition.

"Hey, step aside, step aside, let me pass."

"Dude, you stepped on me."

"I'm sorry, I borrowed it."

"Everyone, watch your step, don't get those books dirty!"

A warlock with a tired expression stood at the door of the bookstore, shouting hoarsely: "Be quiet, ladies and gentlemen...don't crowd each other...line up...sign signing soon..."

However, the bookstore, which was expanded by the No Trace Stretching Curse in advance, was still full of young wizards and their parents who came to buy new books because of the start of school. Besides, there was a large group of people gathered around the entrance of Lihen Bookstore. , trying desperately to squeeze in.

The entire bookstore was more lively than a group of Cornish elves. Clark stood on the steps on the second floor of the bookstore and had a clear view of the scene.

He found that most of those who crowded in front of the door and were keen to join in the fun seemed to be middle-aged witches of the same age as his aunt Weasley, and the decoration in the bookstore also explained this strange phenomenon well:

Gilderoy Lockhart will be autographing his autobiography "I Can Be Magical" today from 12:30-4:30.

The long banner was written with exaggerated cursive characters, and the shelves where the books were originally placed were now covered by large posters. On the poster, Gilderoy Lockhart was smiling, holding his own Autobiographical, winking and showing his dazzlingly white teeth at every wizard who passed by.

And the real Gilderoy Lockhart is sitting at the back door of the bookstore, signing his autobiography.

Today he is wearing a light blue magic robe that is the same color as the forget-me-not flower, and the color just matches his azure blue eyes. A pointed wizard hat is playfully worn on that wavy shiny hair. The whole person seemed to be radiating light, and he was worthy of being a famous friend of middle-aged and elderly women.

Yes, this is exactly the Gilderoy Lockhart book signing mentioned in the original book.

Clark stood on a high place, and soon found Weasley and the Granger family in the long line, and of course, Harry was standing beside them.

But at this time, he seemed to be in some trouble, because the photographer Kuka who came with Clark was holding a black camera at the moment, and was struggling to take pictures of Lockhart.

There were a lot of people in the bookstore, it was crowded around, and he was a grumpy little wizard, which made it difficult for him to continue his work, so he had to yell at Ron loudly: "Hey, go away, don't Get out of my way, go over there, this is the front page of the Daily Prophet!"

He squeezed back hard and found a better position to press the shutter. After a burst of blinding flashes, a puff of purple smoke was ejected from the back of the camera.

"Is this amazing?" Ron complained loudly, while pushing the other party, he rubbed his sore toes with his hands.

Gilderoy Lockhart, who was signing autographs, obviously also heard the commotion not far away. He looked up, but he didn't really care about it at first. After all, Ron's appearance was very ordinary. The guy is not at the same level, so he shouldn't be a difficult person to mess with.

Then, he saw Harry Potter standing beside Ron.