Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The latest website: "People often say that appearance and wisdom often cannot coexist. I wonder if Mr. Lockhart, do you agree with this statement?"

"Ah, this, I think it's a prejudice. Wisdom and appearance may be two unrelated individuals, and I am also a counter-evidence to this sentence."

"Then Mr. Lockhart, do you think that you are both handsome and intelligent?"

"Hahaha, lad, I feel like you're complimenting me. Actually, I want people to pay more attention to what's on the inside than I'm handsome. Although I've won the Witcher Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile five times - I've never been Don't talk about that, I didn't exorcise Wan Lun's female ghost with a smile."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Lockhart almost choked to death on his own saliva. He felt that the little guy in front of him was deliberately trying to demolish him.

"We can all see the handsome appearance, but why don't you take out the excellent inside?"

"Ah! It turned out to be waiting for me here." Lockhart felt that he had understood the other party's intention, and quickly showed a standard smile.

"Hahaha, you are really joking. Excellent inner is a quality and wisdom, but you can't show it to others, you have to understand it yourself. But in order to help everyone, I decided to share some of my adventures. Come out, maybe you can learn some ways to use wisdom from it.”

"But everyone is saying that your books are too expensive. Are you short of money?"

"no!"

"Then you just want to make money?"

"Neither."

"Definitely is."

"Not really."

"I think so."

Lockhart looked at the child with a fake smile on his face, and was about to say "Are you polite?", but thinking of what the other person represented behind him, he resisted the urge to go up and strangle the other side, and cut through the gap between his teeth. Three words were squeezed out, "It's not!"

At this moment, there was a loud noise from outside the room. When Lockhart heard the movement, he immediately showed a relieved smile and stood up to straighten his robes.

"Sorry, although I really want to continue to be interviewed by the Daily Prophet, but it seems that the new book sale should be about to start. Maybe I have to go out and prepare first, so that book fans don't have to wait."

After speaking, without waiting for the person on the other side to speak, he dragged his robe and left with a big stride.

And waited until Lockhart's figure was completely invisible, and the manager of Lihen Bookstore, who was standing by, bent down and asked in a slightly restrained tone: "Boss, do you need to reduce the recommendation of his books?"

"No need, business is business. His book has been on the top of the bestseller list for several consecutive years. There are still a few brooms in storytelling. I just don't like someone pretending to be better than me."

The manager of Lichen Bookstore nodded, and Clark, who had just returned from Paris, put away his notebook and automatic shorthand quill, and stood up from the soft sofa chair.

"Actually, I didn't plan to take on this task. The newspaper originally planned to arrange for Rita Skeeter to come and interview the best-selling author. I'm very interested. What kind of scene will it be when these two sit together? .

But my friends wrote to tell me they were coming to Diagon Alley today to buy stuff for the new school year, so here I am. "

After speaking, Clark patted the dust that did not exist on his body and walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

"boom!"

It seems that he has crossed two worlds in one step. The room is quiet and peaceful, while the outside of the room is full of turbulence.

"Hey, let me go, let me go."

"Dude, you stepped on me."

"I'm sorry, I borrowed it."

"Everyone, watch your feet and don't get those books dirty!"

A tired-looking wizard stood at the door of the bookstore and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Be quiet, ladies and gentlemen...don't crowd each other...arranged in a line...signing soon..."

However, the bookstore, which had been expanded by the Unmarked Stretch Curse in advance, was still crowded with little wizards and their parents who came to buy new books because of the start of school. Besides, a large group of people gathered around the door of Lihen Bookstore. , desperately trying to squeeze in.

The whole bookstore was more lively than a group of Cornish elves closed. Clark stood on the steps of the second floor of the bookstore and could see the scene clearly.

He found that most of those who crowded in front of the door and were keen to join in the fun seemed to be middle-aged witches the same age as his Aunt Weasley, and the decoration in the bookstore also explained this strange phenomenon very well:

Gilderoy Lockhart will autograph and sell his autobiography, The Magical Me, today from 12:30-4:30.

The long banners were written with exaggerated swash characters, and the shelves that originally held books were now covered by large posters. Gilderoy Lockhart on the poster was smiling and holding his own. Autobiography, winking at each passing wizard, showing his dazzlingly white teeth.

And the real Gilderoy Lockhart, sitting at the back door of the bookstore, signing his autobiography.

Today he was wearing a light blue magic robe of the same color as the forget-me-not flower, which matched his azure blue eyes, and a pointed wizard hat on his wavy shiny hair. The whole person seems to be exuding light, worthy of being a famous friend of middle-aged and elderly women.

Yep, that's exactly the Gilderoy Lockhart book signing mentioned in the original book.

Clark stood tall, and soon found the Weasleys and the Grangers in the long line, and of course, Harry was standing beside them.

But at this time, he seems to be in some trouble~www.readwn.com~ because the photographer Kuka, who came with Clark, is holding a black camera and taking pictures of Lockhart.

There were a lot of people in the bookstore, it was very crowded, and he was a grumpy little wizard, which made it difficult for him to continue his work, and had to shout at Ron loudly: "Hey, go away, don't Stop me, go over there, this is the front page of the Daily Prophet!"

He squeezed back hard, found a better position to press the shutter, and after a dazzling flash, the camera back shot out a plume of purple smoke.

"Is this amazing?" Ron complained loudly, shoving the other side and rubbing his aching toes with his hands.

Gilderoy Lockhart, who was signing his autograph, apparently also heard the commotion not far away. He looked up and didn't really care. After all, Ron's appearance was very ordinary. The guy is not on the same level, so it shouldn't be a difficult person to mess with.

Then, he saw Harry Potter standing beside Ron.