Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 93 Gilderoy Lockhart's Self-Introduction (Please subscribe first and give monthly tickets)
After everyone entered the auditorium, the door was closed and the students sat at the long tables of their respective colleges and continued to talk about the topics that they had not finished on the train.

Until Professor McGonagall pushed open the door again and led a group of uneasy freshmen in from outside. It was obvious that they were very interested in everything around them. The candlelight danced in their wide eyes and turned into exclamations.

Last year, Xi Lun was also in the freshman team, but this year he has become a spectator, watching the freshmen walk to the front of the auditorium.

The Sorting Hat's singing was as unpleasant as ever. Xi Lun sat under it, looking at the brim of the hat opening and closing like a mouth, and squinted his eyes slightly.

Isn’t it so lively? I really hope it can still be so lively after becoming a magic wand.

For some reason, the Sorting Hat, which was singing, felt a chill on its back.

It's strange how a hat can feel cold, and it has no back.

The Sorting Hat didn't care and continued singing the last few syllables.

Amidst applause, the branch officially began.

Professor McGonagall looked at the parchment in her hands.

"Tix Orr."

It was the little wizard who took the Knight Bus to the station with Xiren. He was indeed a new student.

"Hufflepuff!" yelled the Sorting Hat.

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The freshmen walked up one by one, and the applause in the auditorium never stopped.

The little witch with carrot earrings, Luna Lovegood, was sorted into Ravenclaw.

There is a freshman in Gryffindor named Colin Creevey who seems to be a crazy fan of Harry and has been keeping his eyes on him since the sorting.

And Ginny, not to mention her.

When the Sorting Hat shouted "Gryffindor", Fred and George immediately cheered on their stools.

"I knew it would be alright..."

"Ginny must be a Gryffindor!"

Percy and Ron were a little more restrained, but they were still clapping hard, their hands turning red.

Then Professor McGonagall read out three more names, and the sorting was over. She walked out of the hall with the tricorn stool and the sorting hat.

Xi Lun was a little disappointed. He wished that Professor McGonagall had forgotten to take the Sorting Hat away.

Most of them were starving by now, but it was not yet time to eat, so Dumbledore stood up.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts. Before the banquet begins, please allow me to take up some of your time to announce a few important matters."

"First of all, we have found a new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore glanced to the side, but did not look at the teachers' seats. "Please allow me to introduce - Professor Gilderoy Lockhart!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Great Hall erupted in deafening applause. Although the Daily Prophet had already reported the news, Dumbledore's own words still made Lockhart's admirers unable to contain their excitement. Amidst the applause, the side door of the teachers' stalls suddenly opened, and Gilderoy Lockhart strode in. He was wearing a gorgeous violet robe, and his golden curls shone.

He walked towards the teachers' seats with a smile on his face, his white teeth gleaming in the candlelight, and he nodded to students from various colleges along the way.

The applause became even louder, overwhelming like the waves of the sea. The witches were almost going crazy. Xi Lun noticed that Hermione suddenly sat up straight, with a blush of excitement on her face. Several senior witches were so excited that they almost fainted.

"Tsk..." Ron seemed to want to say something, but looking at the witches around him, he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

Gilderoy Lockhart walked this distance for almost five minutes, until the applause died down and most people could no longer shout, then he slowly came to Dumbledore's side.

"Thank you, thank you everyone," said Gilderoy Lockhart in his magnetic voice (so contrived, Ron made an expression as if he was about to vomit).

"I must say, returning to Hogwarts feels like coming home. Even though I was one of the best graduates of Ravenclaw, I never thought that I would come back as a professor one day."

There was a burst of cheers at the Ravenclaw table. Those young wizards with excellent grades had never been so excited before, and they were the ones who cheered the loudest just now.

"It's my pleasure too..." Lockhart winked at the Ravenclaws. (Ouch...) (Ron again, he'd rather take the Knight Bus himself.)
"I am honored to have been asked to serve in this capacity personally by Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time," Lockhart continued, nodding slightly to Dumbledore, who responded with a polite smile.

“Some people think this position is dangerous, but is it really so?”

"Me," he pointed at himself, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Dark Arts Defense League, and five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award..."

"Of course, I'm not saying this to show off, but to tell you that I've witnessed many real dangers and have been working hand in hand with them. If anyone is interested, just look up your textbooks; they'll tell you the answer."

"So I accepted the principal's invitation to collect materials for my next new book..."

Lockhart's inaugural speech was even longer than the previous sorting ceremony. At first, most people were quite excited, but then the cheers gradually died down.

Everyone had been on the train for a whole day and was exhausted. Even Hermione could hardly sit up straight. She forced herself to sit there, her eyes dizzy with hunger.

boom!
A burst of purple smoke suddenly emerged, startling everyone. Only then did Siren notice that Lockhart had actually brought a photographer from the Daily Prophet, the short wizard who had been hiding behind the door in Flourish and Blotts.

In addition to the students, the professors were also frightened by this sudden scene. Snape's face was gloomy, and he stared at the plate on Lockhart's seat with an eager look.

During this time, only Dumbledore stood by, smiling, nodding, and looking thoughtful from time to time...

"Photo? Of course no problem."

After taking another group photo, Dumbledore found the right opportunity and said before Lockhart: "Let us welcome Professor Lockhart again. The banquet will begin now. Let's eat."

"Finally saved." Ron looked at the pile of boiled potatoes and roasted chicken legs in front of him, grabbed some and stuffed them into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Harry, Siren, I dare say he must be a narcissist, what do you think?"

Xi Lun shrugged and said nothing.

"Don't say that," Hermione retorted. "He's done so many amazing things, it's normal for the introduction to take a while."

"Ha..." Ron was in no mood to argue with her at the moment. After taking a big gulp of pumpkin juice, he continued to struggle with the roast chicken on the plate.

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(End of this chapter)