A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 A few hours ago, Ron went through a thrilling trip to confinement.

　　 At eight o'clock in the evening, he knocked on Professor Lockhart's door nervously, stating that he had come to confinement.

　　 "Is there such a thing?" Lockhart looked sick, "Oh, yes, that's right! You little villain..."

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

　　 "Well, the content of the punishment... I think about it, how can you make you sincerely contrite, crying and thanking Guidro Lockhart for your greatness?"

　　 Ron looked at him dumbfounded, Lockhart’s arrogance got worse again?

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

　　 "Teacher, professor, what is this?" Ron swallowed, don't, don't...

　　 "These are letters from enthusiastic fans, I have collected a part of them-they are my favorites! You need to copy them all." Lockhart said enthusiastically.

　　 Things are going in the worst direction.

　　 Ron felt that these letters combined were thicker than the two large books that Malfoy copied.

He opened an envelope, took out the letter paper inside, and said at the beginning: "Dear Guidroro, I am your most lovely and loyal reader Moriyaya. I hold your book to sleep every day because it contains Your most fascinating photo, oh, Guidroro, your curly hair is scratching my heart, I can’t wait to have a great adventure with you in my dream..."

　　 "Oh~" Ron almost vomited.

　　 "Are you sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"No--"

　　 "If you don't have it, start copying. This is a punishment for your sneak attack on the professor. No, it's a reward-let you have the honor to be with my readers and feel my own greatness."

　　 What Lockhart said today was unexpectedly straightforward. Ron originally thought he was a peacock and would hide his **** at least when the screen was turned on.

　　 But he has no right to choose, Ron had to force himself not to think about anything, not to think about what the stuff he copied means. But just after writing two lines, he got sick again.

　　 So he started to focus on Lockhart, and his mind turned desperately to make himself think of other things.

Two positions away from him, Lockhart also spread out a piece of parchment, picked up a quill and filled it with ink, and wrote a line of squiggles on it, still muttering: "Merlin, I'm so unlucky, I have to apologize to stupid Fudge..."

　　Ron was frightened that night, because Lockhart seemed to be a different person, without a door in his mouth, and confided a lot of secrets to him.

　　 either complained that Dumbledore deceived him, or complained that Professor Haipu had robbed him of the 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 he didn't raise any splashes. He had to live two months of hard work for this... …

　　It's finally midnight. Ron mustered up the courage to make a request to leave. Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall, "Is it so late? Go, put the letter in the cabinet, and continue tomorrow."

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

　　 Lockhart murmured and waved his wand, until the third time, the cabinet door slammed open, almost hitting Ron in the nose.

　　 Ron opened the cabinet. There were a dozen small drawers inside. 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 paper clipped with a clip, and the top line of text stopped him.

　　 "Records of Armenia's visit to the old wizard (Note: Werewolf Adventure)."

　　 He jumped and glanced again--

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

There is a short paragraph in the middle that seems to record someone's words, "Yes, the people in that village are miserable. They always face the threat of werewolves. The original reason is that they killed a little wolf pup who took the initiative to attack livestock. It is really sad. ~"

　　 Ron's heart pounded. He didn't know why, but he quietly pulled out the middle pages of this document-he didn't dare to take the top page.

　　 Lockhart's voice came from far away, "What are you rubbing against?"

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

　　 "Teach, professor, I'm leaving now." Ron quickly ran out of Lockhart's office.

　　 Along the way, his heart was still beating violently.

　　 Back to the common room, there were no more people at this time. He hid in a corner, carefully reading the three parchments he took out of his arms.

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

　　 Has Lockhart also worked part-time as a reporter?

　　 Ron returned to the bedroom and saw Harry who was already asleep. He stuffed the parchment paper into a book at random and fell asleep.

　　 In the following week, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was peaceful and peaceful~www.readwn.com~ There was no need to worry about attacks or the trouble of exams. The little wizards had a fantastic weekend.

　　Hermione finally took off her mask. Now she only needs to wear a hat and cover the cat's ears. It looks no different from normal.

　　 "Lavender thought I had a terminal illness before." Hermione was breathing the fresh air, her face flushed with cold, but she had no idea of ​​wearing a scarf.

　　 "Who is Lavender?" Ron asked.

　　 "She is my roommate."

　　 Ron imagined it, and he asked uncertainly: "Is that the girl with freckles?"

　　 "It's not her, Ron, I thought you would remember the Gryffindor wizard with you." Hermione said sharply.

　　 "I remember, I just missed my face. And do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked rhetorically.

"of course!"

　　 "Then have you spoken to him?"

　　 Hermione closed her mouth tightly.

　　 In the evening, Felix instructed Hermione to complete the upgrade plan for the beaded pouch.

　　 Felix looked at the parchment with interest: "Do you plan to partition a part of the space inside? Is it used to hold things? A good attempt, but the difficulty has increased accordingly."

　　 "Professor, do you think it can be done at my level?" Hermione asked.

"Well... if you want to do it yourself, at least--" Felix thought for a while, "You also need to learn 21 practical magic texts, proficiently portray some of the magic text circuits, plus some basic alchemy theories. ."

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

　　 Felix Swish wrote a series of reference books, Hermione's mouth suddenly felt a little bitter...