A few hours ago, Ron had experienced a thrilling journey of detention.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he nervously knocked on Professor Lockhart's door, hesitatingly saying that he was here for detention.

"Is that true?" Lockhart looked sick, "Oh, yes, that's right! You little rascal..."

He dragged Ron into the office and pushed him into a chair.

"Well, the content of the punishment... Let me think, how can I make you sincerely repent and thank Gilderoy Lockhart for his greatness with tears?"

Ron stared at him in amazement. Has Lockhart's arrogance worsened again?

"I thought of it!" Lockhart said in surprise, and he took out a stack of bulging envelopes from the cabinet in the corner.

"Professor, what is this?" Ron swallowed his saliva, never, never...

"These are letters from fanatical fans, I have collected some of them - they are my favorites! You need to copy them all." Lockhart said in high spirits.

Things were going in the worst direction.

Ron felt that the letters added together were thicker than the two big books that Malfoy copied.

He opened an envelope and pulled out the letter paper inside. It began with: "Dear Gilderoy, I am your most lovely and loyal reader, Moria. I fall asleep with your book every day because it has your most charming photo. Oh, Gilderoy, your curly hair just tickles my heart. I can't wait to have a great adventure with you in my dream..."

"Ugh~" Ron almost vomited.

"Are you sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"No-"

"If not, just start copying. This is a punishment for your sneak attack on the professor, no, it's a reward-let you have the honor to feel my greatness with my readers."

Lockhart's words today were unexpectedly straightforward. Ron originally thought that he was a peacock, at least he would hide his butt when he spread his tail.

But he had no power to choose. Ron had to force himself not to think about anything, not to think about what the thing he copied meant. But after writing just two lines, he felt sick again.

So he began to focus on Lockhart, and his mind worked hard to make him think of other things.

Two steps away from him, Lockhart also spread out a piece of parchment, picked up a quill and dipped it in ink, and wrote lines of flourishes on it, muttering: "Merlin, I am so unlucky, and I have to apologize to stupid Fudge..."

Ron spent the night in fear, because Lockhart seemed to have become a different person, and he was talking without restraint, and he told him a lot of secrets. He

either complained that Dumbledore deceived him, or complained that Professor Happ stole his limelight.

He also mentioned the days when he was in school. On a Valentine's Day, he spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of greeting cards for himself, but they didn't make any waves. He had to live a hard life for two months...

It was finally midnight, and Ron plucked up the courage to ask to leave. Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall, "Is it so late? Go, put the letters in the cabinet, and continue tomorrow."

Ron held the pile of letters and came to the big cabinet with a "grunt". He tried to pull it, but the cabinet door didn't move. "Professor Lockhart, the cabinet is locked!"

Lockhart muttered and waved his wand. It was not until the third time that the cabinet door popped open with a bang, almost hitting Ron's nose.

Ron opened the cabinet. There were more than a dozen small drawers in it. He didn't know where to put it, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to open the drawers one by one to find the right space.

When he turned to a certain compartment, he saw a piece of parchment clamped with a clip. The top line of text made him stop his sight.

"Records of Visiting an Old Wizard in Armenia (Note: Werewolf Adventure)."

He jumped and read it again -

"If you exclude the fact that the protagonist is an ugly, old Armenian wizard, the story itself is quite exciting."

There was a short paragraph in the middle that seemed to record someone's words, "Yes, the people in that village are very miserable. They are always facing the threat of werewolves. The initial reason is that they killed a wolf cub that attacked livestock. It's really sad~"

Ron's heart was pounding. He didn't know why, but he quietly pulled out a few pages in the middle of the information - he didn't dare to take the top page.

Lockhart's voice came from afar, "What are you hesitating about?"

"Right, right away, Professor Lockhart." Ron stuffed the few pages of parchment he pulled out into his arms, and then randomly stuffed the readers' letters into three drawers and hurriedly closed the cabinet.

"Professor, I'm leaving first." Ron quickly ran out of Lockhart's office.

Along the way, his heart was still beating violently.

Back in the common room, there were no people there. He hid in a corner and carefully read the three pieces of parchment he took out of his arms.

After reading for a while, he was a little confused. Although the content of the story was familiar to him, it was just an ordinary interview. Did

Lockhart also work as a reporter part-time?

Ron returned to the dormitory and saw Harry who had already fallen asleep. He stuffed the parchment into a book casually and fell asleep.

In the following week, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was peaceful and harmonious.

Without worrying about attacks or exams, the little wizards had a dream weekend.

Hermione finally took off her mask. Now she only needed to wear a hat to cover her cat ears. She looked no different from her normal state.

"Lavender thought I had some terminal illness before." Hermione breathed in the fresh air in big gulps, her face was red from the cold, but she had no intention of wearing a scarf at all.

"Who is Lavender?" Ron asked.

"She's my roommate."

Ron imagined it for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "Is it the girl with freckles on her face?"

"Not her, Ron, I thought you would remember the Gryffindor wizard from your class." Hermione said sharply.

"I remember, but I don't recognize her face. And do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked back.

"Of course!"

"Have you talked to him?"

Hermione closed her mouth tightly.

That night, Felix guided Hermione to complete the upgrade plan for the beaded bag.

Felix looked at the parchment in his hand with interest: "Do you plan to separate a part of the space inside? Is it for storing things? It's a good attempt, but the difficulty is also increased accordingly."

"Professor, do you think I can complete it with my level?" Hermione asked.

"Well... if you want to complete it yourself, at least-" Felix thought for a while, "You also need to learn 21 practical runes in a targeted manner, skillfully depict some rune circuits, plus some basic alchemy theories."

"I can make a list of books for you."

Felix quickly wrote down a series of reference books, and Hermione's mouth suddenly felt bitter...