Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 183 Something is wrong!
Ang hippie!
This guy!

McGuffin looked at the short wizard who didn't pay attention to himself at all. He was bending over and adjusting the right angle to take pictures of Gerald Lockhart.
The shutter sound of an old-fashioned camera kept ringing in my ears.

These made McGuffin even more irritable, and the nameless fire rose up.

However, Ron didn't care about being stepped on, he looked at Gerald Lockhart enviously.

"very impressive!"

His words caught Gerald Lockhart's attention, he raised his head to take a look, and immediately recognized Harry beside him.

"Isn't this Harry Potter?"

Gerald rushed forward, grabbed Harry by the arm, and pulled him in front of the crowd.

The short wizard frantically pressed the shutter button repeatedly, and bursts of thick smoke drifted in the middle of the bookstore, almost covering people's faces.

"Smile pretty, Harry!"

Lockhart held Harry's arm tightly, showing off his beautiful teeth.

"Maybe tomorrow, if Secretary Fudge's headlines die down, we'll both be on the first page."

After an untold number of applause from the crowd, Gerald finally let go of Harry's arm.

When Harry shook his numb arm, when he wanted to leave.

How could Gerald Lockhart let go of this opportunity, he put his arms around Harry tightly, with an intimate look on his face, as if he was holding a thin chick, and announced the news that he had suppressed for a while.

"ladies and gentlemen."

"This is such an unusual and fateful moment, I want to announce something on this occasion..."

"Harry Potter walked into this bookstore today just wanting to buy a copy of my autobiography-I would like to give him a set of all the books I wrote on the spot-yes, the whole set of books..."

The eight teeth shone white and clean, and then his voice fell, and he said,
"But he doesn't know... a bigger surprise will be waiting for him soon... yes... it seems..." Someone in the crowd whispered, and Gerald said loudly.

"It seems... maybe some little wizards have been able to figure it out from the list of books sent by Hogwarts this year..."

"That's right, students of Hogwarts, and fellow wizards, I am extremely proud and happy to announce that I, Gerald Lockhart, will be the teacher of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class this September, this semester!"

People cheered and applauded loudly.

Among them, Ginny clapped the most vigorously, almost as if she couldn't feel the pain. (McGuffin hurts to hear)

She suppressed her voice, flushed, and stared at Harry so intently that she almost stepped on the newly purchased cauldron.

After being reminded by Hermione, he lowered his head, straightened the cauldron timidly, and then hid behind Mrs. Weasley, showing his head halfway... looking at Harry.

Taking advantage of the warm atmosphere, Girod pulled Harry back, who wanted to return to Weasley's first place, and handed a stack of brand-new books that were so thick that they were almost above his head into Harry's arms.

"Smile, Harry, . . . smile!"

Harry laughed so hard he could almost cry out.

The short wizard was almost about to press the shutter of the camera, and puffs of smoke continuously sprayed out, appeared, and floated into the sky.

Even at the end the bookstore clerks had to wave their wands and create a breeze to blow it away, and that's it - there was a pungent paint smell in the air.

It seemed that until all the negatives were consumed (the purple smoke could no longer be sprayed out), the short wizard put down the camera in his hand with satisfaction, turned around and squeezed through the lively and noisy crowd and walked out.

McGuffin directly stretched out his hand to prevent him from turning away.

"you?"

The short wizard stared, with a serious face, as if a small stone was stuck in his throat, his voice was extremely hoarse, full of rough grinding.

"Little wizard, what do you want to do?"

"If you want me to apologize, all I can say is..."

"I know, you were filmed for the famous [Daily Prophet] that all wizards know..."

"Even if you took it for the [Daily Prophet], you can't publish it without the consent of the owner of the photo... I'm talking about Harry's photo! He is my friend... If you give his photo to the [Daily Prophet] privately and publish it, it will add a lot of trouble to his already uneasy life! Besides, don't the wizarding world have the right to protect portraits?"

McGuffin whispered, looking carefully around.

The Weasleys were all staring at Harry's row (with Lockhart Girod sandwiching him, shaking hands with some enthusiastic female fans who were holding stacks of books for Lockhart to sign).

The Grangers looked around.

All their attention was drawn to the weird-looking books in the bookstore (deformation, invisibility, chattering, and even phantoms and sound effects of gold coins being thrown in mid-air around one book) and the photos of Girod who was constantly moving.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, McGuffin felt relieved and then whispered.

"Little wizard, this is not in the Muggle world... There is no right to protect portraits. It is an honor for you to be able to publish photos in the [Daily Prophet]. People like you are not even qualified to mention a word in the newspaper!"

The little wizard looked up and down at the jeans, T-shirt, and Muggle costume that McGuffin was wearing all over his body, and laughed unabashedly.

"As you said... of course I'm not qualified...but that's Harry Potter, and not an unknown little wizard, you're just about to leave, and you put his photo in the newspaper without the owner's consent... What if other newspapers know about this?..."

"So what if you know? Is this illegal in the wizarding world!" The wizard retorted as it should.

"It's not illegal, but you have to know that Harry Potter... always attracts other people's attention. If this matter is published in other newspapers... [Daily Prophet], of course there is nothing wrong with it? But you, a wizard who took a photo of himself... I'm afraid you will end up being abandoned!"

"Of course, if you have a strong background, I won't say anything!"

McGuffin shook his head, pretending to sigh something.

"Okay...Okay! What do you want to do!" The short wizard in black breathed a little relieved.

He looked at the little wizard in front of him, feeling a little unbelievable or suspicious in addition to anger in his heart.

——Isn't this guy some adult wizard pretending to be through 【Poison Potion】?
"Nothing, if you can, can you give me a few of all the pictures you took!" McGuffin said.

"What do you want to do...you...forget it! Don't care about my business!"

"What's your name, when the time comes, I'll send you a picture through the owl!"

"A MacGuffin Albert? The Burrow? . . . Is that so?"

The short wizard finished speaking with a look of unhappiness. After asking what McGuffin's name was, he repeated it again, as if he wanted to remember the name, and then left with the camera in his arms.

McGuffin had suddenly decided to do this because he had already decided to get the Horcrux from Ginny.

(——In case there is no chance to get the Horcrux away without attracting attention... He feels that he should be able to exchange the unknown notebook (that is, the Horcrux) from Ginny with Harry's photo.)
The main reason for this is that although the original plot was not much different from the previous semester, due to his own intrusion, he felt that many things were getting out of control.

And what happened this semester in the original plot is too coincidental,

——How can it be like a fairy tale, the basilisk attacked so many students, but none of them died, even in the end Ginny saved it with the help of our iron-headed baby.

Egg!
With this kind of probability of winning, McGuffin really can't think that he has such luck that he can guarantee everyone's safety, especially Ginny...

What's more, he himself is a wizard of Muggle descent. Although he has the [Blood Curse] on his body, he can communicate with the basilisk, but...he has neither the blood of Slytherin nor the iron head of Harry.
Although McGuffin deduces according to the plot... I feel that this school year is still a bit... Dumbledore's urine of "arranging Harry to fight the devil".

But not afraid of ten thousand, just in case...

What's more, the Horcrux is so important (something that affects Voldemort's life and death), Dumbledore wouldn't be so big as to use it as Harry's reward for "passing the level"?
--I guess so?

McGuffin was a little unsure.

Although it seems that Dumbledore didn't know that Voldemort made his own Horcrux until he saw the notebook in Harry's hand.

But what happened in the next year was too coincidental, and it had been more than 60 years since the Chamber of Secrets was opened last time. Even little wizards like Harry and Hermione could deduce where the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets was based on fragmentary clues?

McGuffin couldn't believe that Dumbledore, a man who clearly arranged for Voldemort, would not think of such a thing.

At this time, Harry walked out of the center of public attention, holding the complete set of books given to him by Gerald Lockhart (finally escaped from that guy's clutches), and walked out of the center of public attention to the wall, where McGuffin and the others were.

He emptied the stack of books into the cauldron at Ginny's feet, saying he was giving them to her.

At this time, a strange voice came.

"You must enjoy this feeling, right? The famous Harry Potter?"

Malfoy walked down the stairs from the second floor, followed by Lucius Malfoy who had just met yesterday. For some reason, he frowned when he saw Ginny's appearance, and looked around sullenly. Sure enough, he found that Mr. Weasley was forcefully pulled by Mrs. Weasley to ask Lockhart for his autograph.

"You can't even go into a bookstore without making headlines!" Draco Malfoy walked up to Harry with a sneer, and then said with a dreadful glance at McGuffin.

"Are you so eager to be the center of attention? What a hypocrite..."

"Don't talk nonsense, Harry, he...isn't like that!" Ginny glared at Malfoy.

"Ha! Potter, you've got a girlfriend!" Malfoy drawled.

Ginny blushed.

"Malfoy, you're just jealous of Harry's name, that's all... A powerless person will only scream here!"

McGuffin imitated this Malfoy's drawl, which made Ginny chuckle, and Malfoy's face was long, his fists were clenched, and he looked like he was about to charge forward.

"MacGuffin Albert you Muggle-born..."

McGuffin was going to cause a conflict so that Lucius Malfoy would surely take the opportunity to stuff the notebook among Ginny's books.

In this way, he can also exchange the notebook, which is the Horcrux, from Ginny through the photo of Harry that he had blackmailed from the short wizard earlier.

"McGuffin, why don't you go get the books, they will be snatched away in a while!"

At this moment, Ron and Hermione squeezed in, each holding a stack of Lockhart's books.

The two of them didn't see Malfoy until they came close and walked around the pile of new books and books on the desk.

A look of disgust immediately appeared on Ron's face, as if someone had put something disgusting on his face.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"

"Why can't I come, but you... I didn't expect you to enter the shop too, Weasley!
Malfoy was annoyed by McGuffin, he sneered at Ron loudly, "I guess, in order to buy those things, your family will be hungry in about next month!" "

"And you MacGuffin... Hermione Granger, will the Galleons you begged from Gringotts be enough for you to buy this year's new books?"

"I've seen enough! Sure enough, the poor are all together... Why don't you just form a family!" He continued to yell.

Ron blushed, threw the book into the cauldron (which was carrying a weight it didn't belong to), and looked like he was about to charge for Malfoy, Harry and Hermione holding him tight from behind.

"What is it, what is it!"

Mr. Weasley finally broke away from Mrs. Weasley and squeezed forward with Fred and George.

"Ron, Ginny, people here are crazy, let's go! Your mother is still here... Ugh!" Mr. Weasley complained to Mrs. Weasley in a roundabout way.

"What are you doing, Ron?"

"You were in Knockturn Alley... oh! By the way... that little wizard from the Malfoy family!" Mr. Weasley realized.

"Ah ah ah - Arthur Weasley, we meet again!"

"But is this okay? Leave your work and come here with your family... Does Fauci know you're doing this?" Lucius Malfoy saw Weasley approaching at this moment, so he also came down from the top of the stairs.

He put his hands on his son's shoulders coldly and stared at Mr. Weasley with a bad look in his eyes.

"Knockturn Alley!" Fred yelled.

"Why didn't you take us there?" George whispered with regret.

Gradually, the two stopped talking, and they also felt the smell of gunpowder between the two.

At this moment Mr. Weasley spoke back.

(End of this chapter)