Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 82 Gilderoy Lockhart
"Yes, I am also a fan of Mr. Lockhart's books. I love the book 'Traveling with Vampires' so much. I really envy him for having such an experience."

"What, Mr. Lockhart stickers? Of course, I've thought about it. In fact, I was planning to make a series of stickers of outstanding wizards, but I couldn't make up my mind.

"I'm debating whether to use Headmaster Dumbledore or Mr. Lockhart as the first representative wizard."

In just one day, a conversation in Ollivander's Wand Shop quickly spread throughout Diagon Alley and reached the ears of Gilderoy Lockhart in Flourish and Blotts.

During a break in the book signing, he found the owner of Flourish and Blotts and asked, pretending to be indifferent, "Cialon Ollivander is really a kid with vision, but is his name... the Ollivander I was thinking of?"

"Yes, Ollivander, the wand maker."

The owner of Flourish and Blotts was a middle-aged witch in her forties. When Lockhart mentioned Siren, she said, "That kid has lived in Diagon Alley since he was very young. Garrick Ollivander is his grandfather, but I didn't expect he was also a fan of your books."

"I'm surprised too. Of course, this is to be expected." Gilderoy Lockhart showed his eight white and shining teeth. "Another little wizard who was impressed by my adventures. What a pleasant trouble, isn't it?"

Lockhart shook his golden hair, and before his boss's breathing became rapid, he asked curiously, "But what is that wand sticker he mentioned?"

"This is it." The boss took out her magic wand and pointed to the end of the wand. A vivid sphinx beast was rubbing lazily against the wand.

"It's a kind of decoration, really. Compared to the previous wands that were all single colors, this change is amazing. It's like having a pet that I carry around with me. It even makes me feel much better.

"But you have to change it every once in a while, otherwise the sticker won't move."

Lockhart looked at the sticker, not sure what to think.

After a while, he said, "Are there many people buying this?"

"It's a lot," said the boss. "It's only two Sickles anyway. Most people can afford it. There's always a queue at Ollivander's Wand Shop these days."

"Doesn't that mean that everyone can see the stickers at any time?" Lockhart didn't know what he was thinking about, his eyes shining like two big light bulbs.

"Yes, isn't it." The witch nodded, then glanced outside the lounge, "Mr. Lockhart, there are more and more book fans outside. Should we..."

"Ah, yes, break is over." Lockhart stood up, flashed his signature shining smile, and strode back to the bookstore lobby.

The original bookshelves were moved away and replaced with a dozen large photos of Gilderoy Lockhart. Lockhart himself sat on a round table in the middle of the photos, signing autographs for every wizard who came to buy books.

There was a queue in front of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, and there was also a queue in front of Ollivander's Wand Shop. The wizards gathered together with great anticipation, and everyone had a bright future.

The book signing session ended at 3:30 in the afternoon.

"It doesn't matter, everyone still has a chance."

Lockhart looked at those who had arrived late and showed his signature smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, good news! I'll be signing and selling my autobiography, 'The Magical Me', here tomorrow until 4:30 pm. This is a great opportunity for you to get Gilderoy Lockhart's autograph!"

There were cheers from the crowd.

Gilderoy Lockhart retreated back into Flourish and Blotts and looked in the mirror and curled his blond hair with his fingers.

"That's so enthusiastic! Should I hold more book signings?"

A wizard who had just walked in heard his words and his already tired face became even uglier.

The three and a half hour autograph session had a one and a half hour break, and coupled with his slow and pretentiously elegant signing speed, how could there not be a long line outside?

But he really did shout "Don't crowd" outside for three hours... Those crazy witches, this job is simply a torture, I really hope there will be no more book signing events in the future.

Lockhart had no idea what the clerk was thinking. He was quite pleased to see him, and pulled out an envelope with gilded cursive writing from his pocket. "Excuse me, could you please deliver this to the wand shop... Cirran Ollivander, I think that's his name."

Lockhart left through the back door, leaving the wizard standing there cursing. However, the wizard was now an important customer in the bookstore, so no matter how reluctant he was, he had to queue outside the wand shop.

6 p.m., The Leaky Cauldron.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lockhart." Siren ran over hurriedly. "There were too many wizards queuing up to buy stickers. I really couldn't leave and couldn't keep the appointment at the first time."

"It's okay, I can understand this kind of happy trouble very well." Lockhart still had a smile on his face, as if he had waited for three minutes instead of three hours.

"I now have to spend five hours every day answering the letters that are pouring in from my admirers."

"That's because Mr. Lockhart is so good." Siren said, "Speaking of which, I want to buy another set of your works."

"Again?" Lockhart noticed the oddity of the statement.

"Hogwarts has listed your book as a textbook," Siren said. "Although I already have a set, they are all signed, and I can't bear to take them to such a crowded school."

The corners of Lockhart's mouth were getting wider and wider, and he could hardly maintain his eight-tooth smile.

"No need to buy it. I'll give you my complete set of books, including 'Magic Me' which will be on sale tomorrow. I guarantee they'll all be signed copies."

"Wow, really?"

"Of course," Lockhart said. "Just a small gift from a future professor to an outstanding student."

Xiren smiled.

I have to say that coaxing Lockhart is much easier than coaxing the little witch, and the return rate is also higher. Just a few words saved 35 Galleons.

As for whether Xi Lun has a complete set of Lockhart's autographed books... Of course not. How could he waste Galleons on such a thing?

But Lockhart didn't know. After all, not everyone could remember every guest accurately like his grandfather.

But what he just said was also very interesting.

"What did you say just now, Professor?" Faced with Lockhart's expectant eyes, Xi Lun asked the question he wanted to hear most.

"That's all the Butterbeer. I wanted to keep it a secret."

Lockhart said ruefully, "But now that you know, yes, I will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts this September."

"Oh, really? That's great." said Xi Lun.

He was really happy.

Gilderoy Lockhart was worth more than just 35 Galleons, and Siren was very happy to have him as a professor.

"You must keep it a secret." Lockhart reminded: "I want to give everyone a surprise when the time is right."

"I understand." Xi Lun said with a smile. There was no reporter from the Daily Prophet here, so it was definitely not the right time to make the front page headlines.

(End of this chapter)