Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 129 The Obnoxious Lockhart

As Harry got out of the car, a drawn-out, drawn-out sound rang in his ears.

"You're driving a flying car? You're still knocked out, Potter? Everyone on the train is saying, is it true?" Draco pushed his way through the crowd to Harry, blocking Harry's way through the stone steps into the castle, his pale eyes gleaming maliciously with a smug face.

"Go away, Malfoy," Ron said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, almost forgot about our Weasley, your father will be very grateful to you - you caused him to lose his job." Draco said loudly, "I don't know how he can support so many children."

"Follow up, Harry." Hera turned her head and found that the two little devils were not keeping up with him. He let go of Penello and strode forward as soon as he got out of the car. "Draco, be quiet."

Hera held her forehead. Wherever there is Harry, there will be Draco. Did he like Harry?

Draco glared at Hera angrily, but Hera immediately stared back harder, making him wince in fright. "Oh, yes, Professor." Then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle beside him, and led them up the stone steps into the castle.

Just before leaving, he whispered viciously to Harry, "It's a pleasure to see you pack your bags and get out of Hogwarts tomorrow, Harry—Potter."

"That's enough, Draco." Hera snorted coldly, he pushed Penelope behind and told her to go into the auditorium first, and he wanted to take Harry to see Professor Dumbledore first.

Harry and Ron drooped their heads, in stark contrast to Hera, who stood upright and strode forward.

"My dad is going to kill me." Ron shouted, waving his hands, as if he had just realized how much trouble he had made.

"Come on," Harry said wearily, with a sigh. It was clear that there was nothing they could do to change the situation, and he only hoped that Dumbledore would believe him. "We'd better explain it to Professor Dumbledore."

Hera led them through the Great Hall—with good reason, of course, hoping that a public humiliation of Harry's would give his rusty cogwheel head a little turn.

In the auditorium, countless candles stopped in the air, illuminating the four long tables surrounded by people, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle.

The stars are shining on the ceiling, which is enchanted to always reflect the sky outside.

But Harry and Ron were not in the mood to appreciate it, and they were extremely depressed when they thought they were about to face Professor Dumbledore.

The new students hadn't arrived at this time, and they should still be struggling to get to the castle by boat on the Black Lake. That would be the first time they saw Hogwarts Castle in their lives.

"Okay, follow me." Hera's voice came from the front. He still wanted to catch up with this year's sorting ceremony. As long as he brought Harry and Ron to the principal's office, his task would be completed.

In fact, that was exactly what Harry wanted, and he wished he could get out of this embarrassing situation, where everyone was whispering, and he could hear them discussing him.

"Wait," Harry whispered to Ron, "there's an empty seat on the teacher's bench where did Snape go?"

"Maybe he's sick?" Ron looked up a little, as if it was a pleasant topic for him, only to drop his head again at the thought of his father.

"Maybe he's gone," said Harry, "because he didn't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts again!"

"Why not consider another situation?" Hera stopped, and now they had walked out of the auditorium, in front of the magnificent, enchanted staircase.

Hera bared his big white teeth and smirked wildly, "Maybe he got fired?"

"Ah! That's so—"

"Maybe," said a cold voice behind Harry and Ron, "he's waiting for you two to say why he didn't come by the school bus."

At the same time, Snape cast his cold eyes on Hera, as if he didn't understand why he would say such a cold joke.

Regarding this, Hera just shrugged indifferently, "Since you are here, I will leave the next thing to you, Professor. I am really exhausted this day."

Hera yawned, passed Harry and Ron, and turned straight back to the Great Hall.

"Hera." Looking at Hera's back, Harry suddenly regretted why he didn't hurry up just now, so as to avoid the disgusting Snape.

He would rather explain to Professor Dumbledore alone than explain why they didn't come to school by the school bus while Snape was looking on.

Snape was standing right in front of Harry, his black robe trembling in the cool wind. It had been a holiday since he hadn't seen him. His figure seemed to be even thinner, his skin was sallow, and his greasy black hair hung down his shoulders.

It's just that the smile on his face at the moment told Harry that things were going badly for him and Ron.

"Come with me," Snape said.

Harry took one last desperate look at the Great Hall, how he wished it was Hera in front of him now!
But these had nothing to do with Hera, he just wanted to eat a little hot dinner now, and then go back to his office and sleep peacefully.

Even if Dumbledore knocked him with his wand, he wouldn't get up.

Even if Hogwarts is occupied by Voldemort, please let him continue to sleep.

Sitting at the guest table, the people around are no different from last year.Except for Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore who were not present, the rest of the professors sat in their seats.

The turnover of professors at Hogwarts has never been great-except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

At this moment, Lockhart was sitting next to Hera. He took Quirrell's place. He was taking out signed copies of "I Can Be Magical" from his shoulder bag to distribute to the professors.

"I hope everyone will pay more attention to my new work. I believe that in the future work, we will be able to get along very well. After all, I am a third-class Medal of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and won the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times—but I never talk about that. I don’t drive away darkness by smiling."

Pointing to the photo on the cover of the book, he poked his eyes and said that the photo on it had the same smile as him.

Same greasy.

Professor Flitwick took Lockhart's book, looked it up and down with a puzzled expression, and then put it directly under his buttocks - there were always several thick books on his seat, and he was too short with a goblin blood.

He was a little wizard with white hair.

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(End of this chapter)