The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

"It seems that many people are ready!"

Lockhart found that many people were holding letters and cards in their hands, and excitedly ordered the dwarves to collect them.

The little wizards today were obviously more cooperative than before.

Not only because of Valentine's Day.

Last time at the duel club, Lockhart made Snape suffer a small loss, which made many little wizards feel that he was still quite capable.

At least not useless.

So their attitude towards him was slightly softened.

"Okay, little cupids, it's time to help our little wizards pursue wonderful love!"

With Lockhart's order, the dwarves immediately took action.

All morning, Lockhart, who had no classes, kept playing with his group of dwarves.

Breaking into the classroom back and forth, disrupting the order of the class.

The little wizards were distracted from the lecture, and the professor was also deeply annoyed.

Lockhart also liked to make some background music, and let the dwarves sing out loud some mushy love words that were enough to make people die.

"Oh, another love letter from a little witch, let me see."

"Your eyes are as gray as the pickles my grandma pickled, you are so dazzling, so handsome!"

"Let's spend a happy time at Hogwarts together!"

"Look who this is from? Oh, to dear Mr. Draco Malfoy!"

The moment Draco heard the name, the smile on his face froze instantly.

It turns out that the smile will not disappear, it will only be transferred to other people's faces.

Theodore, Pansy and others sitting near Draco laughed so hard.

Even Argus smiled.

"Draco, go and see who sent you the letter!"

"Yes, yes! Go and see!"

A group of bad friends around kept pushing Draco forward.

Draco's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and he didn't want to go over at all.

Directing Goyle behind him: "Goyle, go and get the letter for me!"

"Stop singing!"

Goyle obediently stepped forward and took the letter from Lockhart.

Handed it over to Draco honestly.

"Okay, let's see who's next!"

Lockhart didn't care and took out the letter to check the next unlucky guy.

"Oh, another letter from a little witch."

"It seems that our little wizard in Hogwarts is very popular!"

"This one is for Yag..."

Lockhart couldn't say anything after just two words.

He looked at Yags embarrassedly.

Yags just glanced at him lightly, and scared him so much that his forehead was sweating!

The green wand appeared in his nightmares a few days ago.

If he offended other little wizards, they would at most say bad things behind their backs.

At best, they would play pranks.

But if he offended this one, he would really dare to kill himself!

Lockhart wiped the sweat from his forehead,

"That... Professor Flitwick, I suddenly remembered that there are still some letters in the office that I haven't replied in time."

"I won't delay you from continuing your class."

After that, he turned around and left with the twelve dwarfs.

At first, he could still maintain some posture, but when he was a little further away, he ran away!

As if there was a terrifying monster following him!

"Okay, little wizards, it's time to continue the class!"

Professor Flitwick's shrill voice brought everyone back to their thoughts.

"Next, we are going to learn the Apparition Spell, which can make hidden information appear."

"Read after me, quickly Apparition!"

"While reciting the spell, gently wave the wand and wave it into a semicircle!"

"Argus, why didn't Professor Lockhart read your letter? I'm still waiting to hear it!"

Professor Flitwick said from the top, and Draco said from the bottom.

He thought he could form a pair of brothers in distress with Argus, but Lockhart ran away without even reading.

He was left alone to die.

Draco was extremely dissatisfied.

Argus chuckled: "Who knows, maybe he remembered that he had not replied to the love letter he received."

Draco looked like you were taking me for a fool.

The class was over.

Until the dinner, Lockhart did not dare to appear in front of Argus.

Afraid that Argus would settle old scores with him.

…

Lockhart really didn't dare to provoke Argus, but that didn't mean he didn't dare to mess with others.

After learning that Argus had no classes in the afternoon, Lockhart immediately went to the location of Harry, the most popular person in Hogwarts.

A savior who could bring fame to himself without stealing his limelight was the perfect object for Lockhart to get attention.

Harry was exhausted all afternoon.

But everyone around him treated him as a joke.

The turmoil of the Slytherin heir had not passed, and the exclusion of him still existed.

He wanted to hide, but no matter where he hid, he would be found by the twelve dwarfs.

It wasn't until the evening that he gave up.

The only thing to be thankful for was that his good friend Ron's relationship with him temporarily eased.

The other party had a big fight with Ginny because he learned that she had written a love letter to Argus.

At this time, he was holding back a lot of anger and confided in Harry.

"That evil Slytherin must have used aphrodisiacs at school!"

"Otherwise, why do so many witches like him!"

"What's so good about him? If I had as many gold galleons as he did, I would be a hundred times better than him!"

Harry didn't want to say bad things about Argus, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity to restore his relationship with his good friend.

He could only be a silent listener.

Ron was talking until his mouth was dry and he remembered Harry's current situation.

Because he chose to separate from Harry, a trace of guilt flashed across his face.

He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly changed the subject.

"By the way, Harry, I have thought of a way to clear your suspicion!"

"What way!"

Harry was immediately refreshed when he heard this.

He hurriedly asked.

"Have you read the Daily Prophet some time ago?"

"No..."

"It doesn't matter. I can tell you that it says that a similar incident happened in Hogwarts decades ago."

"It's even worse than now. A student died because of it!"

"You mean, I wasn't born decades ago, so it's impossible for me to kill Hogwarts students, let alone become the heir of Slytherin, right?" Harry's eyes were excited.

But he became disappointed in the blink of an eye.

"But you must be more than the only one who has read the news in the Daily Prophet. Even if they know about this, they still..."

"We can find the person involved at the time. He must know something inside!" Ron suggested.

"But where can we find him? It's been so long?"

"Okay, the person is in Hogwarts!"

"In Hogwarts? Who is it?"

"Hagrid!"