This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Don’t be fooled by Hagrid’s big size, but he’s actually very gentle at heart.

Arthur, with his face bruised, was gently put back on the ground.

As for Lucius, whose nose was bleeding, he was thrown down like a rag.

“Well done, Hagrid!”

“Very good!” Lucius covered his nose as he bent over and stood up, “You’re all good!”

Narcissa, who had been protecting Draco the whole time, stepped forward, “Don’t even think about hurting him again!”

Arthur smiled contemptuously, “Malfoy, have you fallen to the point where you need a woman to protect you?”

Lucius took Narcissa’s hand, “Weasley, wait for me! I’m not done with you!”

He turned around and limped back after walking a few steps.

The snake-head cane fell nearby, but it was as severely deformed as the old textbook in his hand.

This was a high-end custom model that Lucius inherited from his old father, and he couldn’t afford to pay for it even if he sold the Weasley family.

Draco trotted over to pick up the cane.

"Dad, are we--"

"Calm down, they are too happy too early."

With Narcissa's help, Lucius tightened his left hand holding the old textbook.

Just when he was about to return it, Lockhart, who had been hiding, appeared.

"Merlin, how could you fight over my signature?"

He covered his chest in pain, "You are really heartbroken."

"Puff--" Hagrid quickly closed his mouth.

From Lucius's almost blue face, the damage value of this sentence was far greater than Arthur's.

"Please let me go."

Lockhart didn't seem to understand the hypocrisy in his smile, "How can this be, I must take responsibility for you!"

He pulled out his 9-inch long, expensive cherry wood wand.

"Don't worry, my skills are very good, you won't feel any pain."

Lucius, who was a little angry, was about to refuse, but Lockhart had already recited the spell.

"Quick healing--" Two spells were cast one above and one below, hitting the nose and crotch respectively.

I don't know where the "click" sound came from, and Lucius immediately covered his nose that was bleeding like a fountain with his legs clamped together.

The sound and the amount of bleeding made both the big men and the little boys present subconsciously clamp their legs with him.

"Draco, hold on to your dad!"

Lucius was very grateful that the clothes on his body had a certain anti-magic effect.

It was saved, but the thighs and nose were burning.

His eyes were full of resentment.

"Ah-I seem to have used too much force." Lockhart raised his wand again without embarrassment.

"No need." Lucius stopped him in an irresistible tone.

"Thank you for your help, professor."

"It's all I should do." Lockhart, who felt good about himself, stepped forward and opened his arms.

There is nothing that can't be solved by the hug of an idol. ♜♦  ♗♦

If there is, then come again.

Under the half of his face that Lucius covered, there was an extremely sinister smile.

"Mr. Malfoy, I never thought you would be a fan of my books."

"Ah, yes."

"Is this your son?" Lockhart stroked Draco's forehead, "Merlin, he is as handsome as you!"

"Yes, the same." Lucius resisted the nausea and pulled out his left hand that was blocked by his cloak.

"Professor, please help me return this book to the little girl."

"It's my honor." Lockhart took the wrinkled "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration".

The Malfoy family left.

Although no longer noble and elegant, they were also quite confident and calm.

Vincent, who was standing in front of Ginny, did not have time to retreat.

"Wow - isn't this our hero?" He was hugged tightly by Lockhart.

Fred and George laughed unkindly.

Harry and Ron could barely hold it back.

Percy held it back very well.

Hermione didn't smile, and her frowning little head didn't know what she was thinking.

"Since we've met, why don't we take a photo together?"

This kind of black history was so embarrassing that Vincent felt ashamed just thinking about it.

"Professor Lockhart, I have something important to do." He opened his big hands that were hugging him, "I won't waste your precious time."

Although his body seemed smaller, his strength was more than one size bigger.

While Lockhart was doubting himself, Vincent had already walked away with his parents.

"Ah, this--"

He turned around as if he didn't notice anything wrong, "It seems that Wayne is really in a hurry, and he even forgot to buy the book.

It's okay, I will give him a set of collector's editions."

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...

"Ah--" Vincent sneezed loudly after walking out of Diagon Alley.

He pulled his parents and trotted back to the car, "It must be Lockhart!"

It's not scary to be remembered by someone, but it's scary that the person is shameless.

Forcibly riding on the popularity, or the kind of hard riding.

"He's very sweet." Evelyn turned around in the passenger seat, "No wonder he's so popular with women."

"He's quite showy." Eric started the car, "I don't know if he did it on purpose just now."

Vincent was learning to cast spells without a wand, and he could see that the gestures of the two healing spells were very soft.

It looked very standard, but there was no trace of deliberateness.

Grindelwald once told him that every wizard had fixed characteristics when casting spells.

The lightness and length of the pronunciation, the micro-movements between the wrist and the wand.

If Lockhart was intentional, these features were a bit too light and soft.

Children have little fighting experience, and fans bring their own filters, so it is really unlikely that they will see this flaw.

"Oh, it turns out to be an embroidered pillow." Eric registered the gear and gently stepped on the accelerator.

"It's not like this." Vincent smiled evilly and stretched his little head forward, "Dad, aren't you jealous of other people's fame again?"

"He doesn't deserve it!"

"At least there are a lot of adventures in his books."

"Maybe it's all made up." Eric put his stretched out little head back on the back seat.

Vincent simply collapsed in the back seat, "They are not stupid, they would have been destroyed long ago if they dared to do this."

Evelin stretched out her hand and patted his forehead, "Sit down quickly, maybe he just exposed his flaw on purpose?"

Vincent sat down obediently, "I always feel that this was set up by Professor Dumbledore."

Last semester, Quirrell taught students not to judge books by their appearance. What can Lockhart teach them?

"Your principal is not a politician like Fudge. He probably wants you to see what a person who is trapped in fame will live like."

Eric has a point.

But Vincent always felt that something was wrong, "Dad, this class is very suitable for you."

"Get out!" Eric sped up the car slightly, "Do you know that 'virtue does not deserve its place'? This is an idiom from the ancient East."

"As expected of a top graduate from Eton!"

"Your new professor is not simple anyway."

Rita's news fits Lockhart's character perfectly.

Judging from today's performance, even if Vincent selectively ignores it, there is a high probability that he will be shamelessly relied on.

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