The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Rolf and the others relied on their flexible bodies to squeeze through the gaps in the crowd and successfully squeezed to the front.

There was a winding queue from the door to the back of the bookstore, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing books and selling books.

Everyone in the team took a copy of "Breaking with the Female Ghost", and Rolf could see their excited faces from a distance.

And Ron even saw Mrs. Weasley, who looked like a young girl, sneaking to where the Weasley family and the Grangers were queuing up.

"Oh, it's great that you are here." Mrs. Weasley said, but from her rapid breathing and the hands that kept patting her hair, it could be seen that she was very excited.

"We'll see him soon!" Ron saw his mother's girlish shy expression, and couldn't help but cover his face and look at Mr. Weasley aside, his eyes seemed to say: Don't you care about her?

For the male host who had angered Mrs. Weasley before, he was fortunate to be able to escape Mrs. Weasley's anger, and he would definitely not come forward to ask for trouble.

Pretending not to see the look Ron sent him, the old god was chatting with Mr. Granger on the side about things in the Muggle world.

Mr. Granger, who was a little nervous at first, saw that this man liked Muggle things so much, so he naturally did not hesitate to explain it to him.

Gradually, their team came to the front, and they could see the famous Gilderoy Lockhart up close.

He sat behind the desk, surrounded by large photos of himself, the faces in the photos all winking at the crowd, flashing dazzling white teeth.

Lockhart was wearing a robe as blue as the forget-me-not flower, which matched his blue eyes perfectly, and his pointed wizard hat was tilted playfully on his curly hair.

A short, grumpy man held a large black camera and jumped back and forth taking pictures.

Each time the flash flashed blindingly, puffs of purple smoke erupted from the camera. "Get out of the way," he shouted to Ron, backing up to choose a better angle.

"This was taken for the Daily Prophet. It's really amazing." Ron said, rubbing the painful instep of the man's step.

Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to hear something. He raised his head and saw Ron, and then Harry.

He stared at Harry for a while, feeling a little unsure. After a closer look, he jumped up excitedly and shouted, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

The crowd made a way, murmuring excitedly, and Lockhart rushed forward, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him forward, and the whole crowd burst into applause.

Harry felt a fever on his face. Lockhart held his hand and asked the photographer to take a picture. The short man pressed the shutter frantically, and thick smoke drifted towards the Weasley family.

"What a beautiful smile, Harry." Lockhart himself also showed off his bright teeth, "Both of us can definitely be on the first page."

When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry felt that his fingers were numb from his grip. He wanted to sneak back to the Weasley house, but Lockhart still had an arm on his shoulder.

Hold him tightly to your side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lockhart said loudly, waving everyone to silence, "what an extraordinary moment this is! I want to take advantage of this wonderful occasion to make a small announcement.

I have suppressed this matter for a while and have not said it. When young Harry walked into Flourish and Blotts Bookstore today, he just wanted to buy my autobiography, and I was willing to give him this book for free on the spot!"

There was another round of applause. "But he doesn't know that," Lockhart continued, shaking Harry so that his glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"He will soon get something more valuable than his humble work "Magical Me". In fact, he and his classmates will get a real, magical me!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am extremely happy and proud to announce that this September, I will be becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The crowd clapped and cheered, and Harry found himself holding the complete set of Gilderoy Lockhart's works, which was so heavy that he staggered a little when he walked.

He finally managed to get out of the center of public attention and to the wall, where Ginny was standing beside her new cauldron.

"These are for you," Harry poured the book into the cauldron and said to her vaguely, "I will buy it myself." It was obvious that Harry was extremely unhappy with Lockhart's behavior and did not want this disgusting man to give it to him.

Book.

"Hi, Potter, it's great to finally meet you! I originally wanted to meet at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, but I didn't expect there are so many people in the bookstore. It's really not easy to find you!"

A voice full of joy reached Harry's ears, and he turned his head just in time to see Malfoy's blond hair that looked like sunshine.

He pushed up his glasses sheepishly, as if he wanted to cover up his embarrassment of spying on their whereabouts. After all, this was Harry's first experience in this situation.

"Oh, it's you," Ron looked at Malfoy, as if he saw something disgusting on the soles of his shoes, "I heard you just came from that..."

"Ron!" Just when he was about to continue saying something, Rolf came over and motioned for him to shut up. After all, it was quite embarrassing for someone to know about that kind of thing.

"Rolph, I haven't seen you for a holiday. Did you miss me?" When Malfoy saw Rolf, he immediately abandoned Ron and stepped forward to hug Rolf.

Hong Kong, Rolf has never gotten used to this kind of hugging etiquette between close friends in the past 12 years.

"Ron!" Mr. Weasley squeezed over with Fred and George, "People here are crazy, let's go out." It seemed that Mr. Weasley was not used to facing the crazy crowd.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Arthur Weasley!" Just when Mr. Weasley was about to escape from here, a voice stopped him.

It was Mr. Malfoy, with a hand on Draco's shoulder and a sneer on his face. "Lucius!" Mr. Weasley nodded coldly.

"I heard that my brother has been very busy with work recently?" Mr. Malfoy said casually, "With so much checking work, I think they paid you overtime?"

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and pulled out a tattered copy of "The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" from among the shiny new Lockhart books.

"Sorry, it doesn't seem to be the case. My God, what's the use of being a scum among wizards if you can't even get a good reward?" Mr. Malfoy sneered every day.

After hearing what Mr. Malfoy said, Mr. Weasley's face turned redder than his ancestral hair.

"We have very different ideas about what constitutes a scumbag among wizards, Malfoy," he retorted.

"Of course," Mr. Malfoy continued, his pale eyes rolled and fell on Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were looking at them with fear.

But he didn't say much. Instead, he turned around and greeted Rolf.

"Hello, Scamander, say hello to your grandfather for me!" Then Mr. Malfoy nodded in an extremely gentlemanly manner, ignoring the angry expressions of the redheads, and pulled Malfoy away coolly.

It seems that he is afraid that he knows the history of the Malfoy family and does not want to make it too ugly and expose his family's less than glorious family history?

Malfoy also turned around and waved to his friends. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he should have said "See you on the Hogwarts Express!"