Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Lockhart stood up and pushed away the crowd: "Let's go, please let me go."

He rushed over excitedly and enthusiastically.

The greedy, eager, and hot gaze in his eyes is so substantial that it can almost burn the skin.

He reached out to grab Harry's arm and pull him into his arms.

Harry took a step back, allowing him to snag an empty hole.

"What do you want to do?" Harry looked at him coldly.

Exactly what Professor Flitwick said.

He is an idiot.

The perfume on her body is pungent, and the magic power is pitifully sparse.

Not much better than the wizard he had dealt with in Hogsmeade, who only robbed young wizards of their money.

This look of cold water made Lockhart calm down a lot. He smiled dazzlingly: "Excellent wizards are always attracted to each other, aren't they?"

"Come on, Harry, let's take a picture and remember this great moment that fate has guided us!"

Harry was indifferent, with a face of resistance: "The fate you speak of means that since the letter from the Hogwarts owl, you have been holding signing meetings without sleep."

"And send a few people to follow me, and report to you as soon as I show up?"

Lockhart's face froze, and he laughed dryly: "You are really a qualified Gryffindor, what a sense of humor!"

Harry approached him.

Lockhart thought he had changed his mind, so he reached out to greet the cameraman behind him.

Suddenly, my waist felt cold.

Something came up and stabbed the skin painfully.

He looked down.

It was a kitchen knife with a sharpened edge.

"Professor Flitwick told me something about your past." Harry looked at him calmly. "You want me to talk to you here?"

Lockhart froze, his voice was lowered and panicked: "What do you want to do!"

knife!

What's the matter with this little wizard, carrying such a dangerous thing with him.

Still on the waist.

Did he want to kill himself?

"We're just here to buy textbooks, you can continue your signing and don't involve me, okay?" Harry said softly, exerting a little force in his hand, the tip of the knife pierced his robe.

"Of course." Lockhart nodded hurriedly.

Harry drew the knife back immediately.

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief, his body went limp, he staggered twice, and managed to stand still.

"He's really waiting for you." Hermione was surprised, and trotted to follow Harry, lowering her voice, "But why, he shouldn't need..."

She wasn't finished yet.

Lockhart quickly returned to his original state, boasting to the crowd: "Our savior is a shy little boy."

"It's a real shame that he doesn't want to be exposed to the camera."

Onlookers, especially women in the majority.

They sighed bitterly. They noticed just now that Potter was also very handsome, with a kind of wild beauty that Lockhart didn't have.

It would be great if we could report more frequently and see more of his photos.

"However—" Lockhat said in a long voice, "I have some very fortunate news for you."

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, internationally renowned..." He announced his long list of pompous titles, his teeth gleaming triumphantly, "It is an honor to receive the letter from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore Invitation, starting from this school year, I will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts!"

"I will teach our little savior, the little lion king of Gryffindor, how to become a qualified charming wizard."

in the house.

Harry couldn't hold back, and drew out his wand: "Let's relax!"

A red light shot out.

The precision fell on Lockhart - the "charming wizard" whose title was longer than Dumbledore's name was unprepared, his legs went limp, and he staggered to the ground.

He didn't realize that it was the effect of a spell, he just thought it was scared by Harry, so he had to find an excuse to explain.

"Harry!" Hermione, who witnessed this scene with her own eyes, exclaimed a little.

With a blank expression on his face, Harry withdrew his wand: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back."

"He's indeed a bit flamboyant." Hermione sighed, seeing that the people outside didn't come in to pursue the blame, but just surrounded Lockhart with concern and asked his warmth, she felt relieved, "I didn't expect him to be like this..."

"Like a Muggle star."

Harry followed with a sigh: "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was another bad result. I suspect that Professor Snape really stuffed a bezoar in Dumbledore's mind."

"Harry!" Hermione corrected him, "You can't say that about Professor Snape."

She also felt that there was something wrong with Dumbledore's choice.

They bought good books, and went to the pet store to buy the best owl rations for Hedwig - Hedwig dismissed this, much worse than Petunia.

He pecked Hermione a few more times before reluctantly accepting.

Sitting in front of the ice cream shop, waiting for Ron.

Harry flipped through Lockhart's book casually, and was a little surprised when he saw a passage in it: "Our Professor Lockhart doesn't seem to be a complete idiot?"

Hermione wondered, "Huh?"

"Look at this paragraph." Harry pointed to the words on it and read out, "The werewolves who transform on the night of the full moon will lose their minds and attack the people around them."

"But remember, our dear readers, that the silver bullets of the Muggle world's superstition cannot kill it."

"I'm charming and handsome..." Harry paused, and skipped this paragraph, "There is a way to temporarily control werewolves, and that is the Resume Charm, which can force werewolves to take human form."

"Of course, the magic power must be stronger than the opponent, and after casting, the werewolf cannot see the moon again."

Hermione hesitated. After she lost her trust in Lockhart, it was difficult to build it up again: "This sounds incredible."

"I'll ask Professor Flitwick when I go back." Harry closed the book, turned his head, and cast his gaze over, "Ron, your footsteps are too heavy. If you want to play a prank, you can ask your brother for advice."

Behind him, Ron tiptoed around, his face full of excitement, ready to startle Harry, but he was frightened by Harry and fell to the ground: "Oh, your ears are so good!"

"I've put my foot down very, very lightly..."

Harry closed the book: "Why are you here now?"

"Harry, Hermione, you should go to Lihen Academy with us." Speaking of this, Ron became excited and sat down on another chair, "My father and Malfoy are fighting!"

"Mr. Weasley also has the habit of bullying children?" Harry was taken aback.

"It's not Draco Malfoy, it's Lucius Malfoy, old Malfoy." Ron barked his teeth and claws, describing the scene at the time, "My dad beat him up badly!"

"A left hook..."

Hermione waved her hand and sighed: "Today's luck is really bad, and Harry almost beat Lockhart."

"Really?" Ron was even more excited, "Why did it almost happen, that idiot..."

"I actually cast a spell," Harry corrected, "but he didn't notice, so there was no fight."

"He's so... ostentatious."

"I want to use my fame to get ahead, oh, it's more famous."

Hermione was eccentric, parroting her tongue: "I will teach Harry how to be a qualified charming wizard."

Ron was taken aback.

"He never thought about how to become a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Hermione patted the table lightly, "A book costs five Galleons, and it's full of words he boasted about. What a waste."

When mentioning money, Harry thought of one thing: "Hermione, what is the ratio of Gringotts to Galleons?"

"Five to one." Hermione replied casually, "Why are you asking this, you don't lack Galleons."

"Exchange twenty pounds for me, should I give you four Galleons?" Harry took out his wallet and counted out four gold Galleons.

Hermione shook her head, her face flushed a little: "No, the money is still enough, it's just that you need to buy less extracurricular books, but I have Mrs. Potter's notes, I..."

Harry interrupted her: "I borrowed twenty pounds from Uncle Vernon, and I have to pay him back."

"Ah, oh..." Hermione opened her mouth and nodded slightly, "Well, then I'll send you the money when I get home."

Hedwig flew to Hermione's head angrily, and started pecking again.

They sat in the ice cream shop until the afternoon, and then went home.

Raignac also forged the leather armor.

Although the old goblin wasn't very clear-headed, his craftsmanship was unquestionable. Among all the blacksmiths Harry had seen, it was of the highest level.

The troll's skin was not good-looking, but after being mixed with silver and iron, it had a gloomy dark gray color and ripple-like lines.

It is also very comfortable to wear.

"This is my best skill!" Legnac was proud, "You have to make good use of it."

He was busy and continued to burn the stove.

"Harry, do you really want it to continue to use the stove?" Flitwick was a little worried, "I thought it was nothing, but in the past month, it has collected a pile of ore from nowhere..."

Harry comforted him: "Don't worry, Professor, I've already talked to Ron."

"When the holidays are over, the Ministry of Magic will search its home."

Flitwick nodded: "Oh, that's a really good idea."

"He shouldn't be arrested by the Ministry of Magic, right?" Harry was a little worried. If such an easy-to-use goblin only made one sale, he always felt that he was at a loss.

"No." Flitwick shook his head. "How can it...it's also a descendant of the Goblin King. The Ministry of Magic still doesn't dare to do that."

Harry reassured: "That's good."

In half a month, school will start.

Harry urged Professor Flitwick to train himself more strictly.

From four or five o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening - Flitwick felt that his level had improved a lot after a long time. This was not only training Harry, but also training himself.

September 1st.

Hedwig was busy. He wanted to send a letter to Ron to ask Mr. Weasley to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

He had to send a letter to Fernon to return the money and the kitchen knife, and by the way urged Petunia to make two pounds of owl rations before chasing the train and returning to Harry.

School starts this year.

The atmosphere is unusual.

In addition to Hagrid, there were Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and... Lockhart, who was dressed in bright purple and had a sign smiling.

Thanks to Shadow of Dawn, Jiraiya, and RICHIE for their rewards!

Thanks to the book friend tail number 1072 for the reward!

Thanks to Start Titan for the reward!

Tomorrow three more, today I will slow down QAQ