Lockhart stood up and pushed through the crowd: "Make way, please make way."

He rushed over excitedly and enthusiastically.

The greedy, longing and burning look in his eyes was so real that it could almost burn the skin.

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

Harry stepped back, leaving him empty-handed.

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

Just as Professor Flitwick said.

He is just a straw bag.

The perfume on her body smells pungent, and her magic power is pitifully scarce.

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

This look was like a bucket of cold water, calming Lockhart down a lot. He smiled brilliantly: "Excellent wizards always attract each other, don't they?"

"Come on, Harry, let's take a picture to remember this great moment guided by fate!"

Harry said coldly, with a look of resistance on his face: "The fate you are talking about is the non-stop book signings since the Hogwarts owl sent the letter."

"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 twice: "You are really a qualified Gryffindor, what a sense of humor!"

Harry approached him.

Lockhart thought he had changed his mind and reached out to call the cameraman behind him.

Suddenly, my kidneys felt cold.

Something pressed against my skin, stinging it painfully.

He looked down.

It was a kitchen knife, the tip of the blade sharpened to a point.

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

Lockhart stiffened, his voice lowered in panic: "What do you want to do!"

knife!

What's wrong with this little wizard, carrying such a dangerous thing with him?

Still against the waist.

Did he want to kill himself?

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

"Of course." Lockhart nodded quickly.

Harry drew back the knife immediately.

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

"He really is waiting for you." Hermione was surprised. She trotted after Harry and lowered her voice. "But how could that be? He shouldn't need..."

She hasn't finished her words yet.

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

"It's a shame that he doesn't want to be in front of the camera."

The crowd of onlookers, especially women, were the majority.

They sighed with regret. They had just noticed that Potter was also very handsome, with a kind of wild beauty that Lockhart did not have.

It would be nice if we could report it more often and see more of his photos.

"But..." Lockhart said in a long tone, "I have some extremely lucky good news to tell you."

"I am Gilderoy Lockhart, internationally renowned..." He recited his long list of exaggerated titles, proudly, his teeth shining, "I am honored to receive the invitation from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts starting this school year!"

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

In the room.

Harry couldn't help it and drew his wand: "Relax and release the energy!"

A red light shot out.

It landed precisely on Lockhart - the "Charming Wizard" whose title was longer than Dumbledore's. He was caught off guard, his legs went weak, and he stumbled to the ground.

He didn't realize that this was the effect of the spell, he just thought that he was frightened by Harry, so he quickly thought of an excuse to explain it.

"Harry!" Hermione, who witnessed the scene, exclaimed.

Harry had a blank expression on his face and put away his wand: "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"He is indeed a bit exaggerated." Hermione sighed, and felt relieved when she saw that the people outside did not come in to pursue the blame, but just surrounded Lockhart and asked about his well-being. "I didn't expect him to be like this..."

"Like a Muggle star."

Harry sighed, "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has another terrible result. I suspect Professor Snape really put a piece of fecal stone in Dumbledore's brain."

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

She also felt that Dumbledore's choice was problematic.

They bought the books and went to the pet store to buy Hedwig the best owl food - Hedwig shrugged it off and did much worse than Petunia.

He pecked Hermione a few more times before she reluctantly accepted it.

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

Harry casually flipped through Lockhart's book and was a little surprised when he saw a passage: "It seems that our Professor Lockhart is not a complete fool?"

Hermione asked in confusion: "Huh?"

"Look at this paragraph." Harry pointed at the text and read it out loud, "A werewolf who transforms on a full moon night will lose his mind and attack the people around him."

"But our dear readers, please remember that the silver bullets that the Muggle world believes in cannot kill it."

"I'm charming and handsome..." Harry paused and skipped over this paragraph. "There is a way to temporarily control a werewolf. That is the Restore Humanoid Charm, which can force a werewolf to transform into a human form."

"Of course, the magic power must be higher than the opponent's, and after casting, the werewolf must not be able to see the moon again."

Hermione hesitated. After she lost her trust in Lockhart, it was hard to regain it. "That sounds incredible."

"I'll go back and ask Professor Flitwick." Harry closed the book, turned around 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, who was tiptoeing and excited to scare Harry, was frightened by Harry instead and fell to the ground with his butt: "Oh, you have such a sharp ear!"

"I have stepped very lightly, very lightly..."

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

"Harry, Hermione, you should have come with us to Flourish and Blotts." Speaking of this, Ron became excited and sat down in another chair. "My dad and Malfoy are fighting!"

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

"It's not Draco Malfoy, it's Lucius Malfoy, old Malfoy." Ron described the scene with his teeth bared, "My dad beat him up so badly!"

"A left hook..."

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

"Really?" Ron was even more excited. "Why was it so close? That idiot..."

"I did cast the spell, actually," Harry corrected. "He just didn't notice, so there was no fight."

"He's so... swaggering."

"You want to use my fame to get ahead. Oh, I mean, to become more famous."

Hermione parroted, "I will teach Harry how to become a qualified charming wizard."

Ron was stunned.

"He has never thought about how to become a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Hermione slapped the table lightly, "Five Galleons for a book, and it's full of words that he brags about. What a waste."

Speaking of money, Harry thought of something: "Hermione, what is the exchange rate for Galleons at Gringotts?"

"Five to one," Hermione answered casually, "Why are you asking that? You don't need Galleons."

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

Hermione shook her head, her face flushed. "No, I have enough money. I just need to buy fewer extracurricular books. But with Mrs. Potter's notes, I..."

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

"Oh, oh..." Hermione opened her mouth and nodded awkwardly, "Is that so? Then I'll send you the money when I get home."

Hedwig flew to Hermione's head in annoyance and started pecking her again.

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

Ragnak also made the leather armor.

Although this old goblin's mind was not very clear, his skills were impeccable. Among all the blacksmiths Harry had ever seen, his skills were the best.

The troll's skin wasn't pretty to look at, but after being mixed with silver and iron, it took on a dull dark grey color, with ripple-like patterns on it.

It is also very comfortable to wear.

"This is my best craft!" Ragnak was proud. "You must use it well."

He busied himself and continued to light the stove.

"Harry, do you really want it to continue using the furnace?" Flitwick said worriedly. "I thought it was nothing, but in the past month, it has collected a lot of ore from somewhere..."

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

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

Flitwick nodded, "Oh, that's a great idea."

"He won't be caught by the Ministry of Magic, right?" Harry was a little worried. He felt like he was losing out if he only did one deal with such a useful goblin.

"No." Flitwick shook his head. "After all... he is the descendant of the Goblin King. The Ministry of Magic doesn't dare to do that."

Harry was relieved: "That's good."

There is still half a month before school starts.

Harry urged Professor Flitwick to train himself more strictly.

From four or five in the morning to ten at night - Flitwick felt that his level had improved a lot in 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, so that Mr. Weasley would cross the river and destroy the bridge.

He had to send a letter to Vernon to return the money and the kitchen knife, and urge Petunia to make two pounds of owl rations before chasing the train back to Harry.

School starts this year.

The atmosphere was unusual.

In addition to Hagrid, there were Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and... Lockhart, who was wearing bright purple and had a signature smile on his face.