Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Sorry, I have camera phobia," Hermione said calmly. "I can't help but unleash magic whenever I see a flash. If you don't want to ruin your autograph session, you'd better not drag me along."

"Well, it seems like a real shame."

Lockhart looked regretful; the autograph session was more important than taking a photo together.

For some reason, he noticed that Hermione showed a strange pity in her eyes when she heard that he was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Molly and Arthur looked surprised. Hermione had this disease?

After a while, Lockhart finally let Harry go. The latter looked exhausted, and his eyes were hurting from the flash of the camera.

As he walked out of the crowd, he happened to run into Draco Malfoy.

"You must really like this, Pott!"

Malfoy looked displeased: "The famous Harry Potter, he can make headlines just by browsing a bookstore."

Although his words were sarcastic, his eyes betrayed envy and jealousy.

“Stay away from him!”

Seeing her idol being mocked, Ginny immediately stepped forward and glared at Malfoy.

Malfoy was about to say something when he noticed a hand on his shoulder, patting it lightly twice.

He turned around abruptly and saw the face he had feared most in his life, a face like a nightmare.

"you you……"

He suddenly lost his ability to speak, and even his voice trembled.

Hmm, it seems she went too far last time and gave the arrogant guy a psychological trauma, Hermione thought to herself.

Fine, seeing how pitiful he is, let's make it up to him.

"Don't get so excited. If you also want to go on stage for a photo, I'll talk to Lockhart for you. Don't worry, just go ahead."

Hermione tried to make her voice sound as gentle as possible.

However, Malfoy trembled even more violently.

He clearly remembered that the last time this woman smiled so gently, she suddenly shot the dark figure through the air with a thunderous roar, and the endless madness in her eyes still lingered in his mind.

When that uniquely shaped, jet-black magic wand was pointed at his head, he felt the presence of "death" for the first time.

What did Hermione do to scare Malfoy like this... Harry and the others were all filled with doubt.

Ginny's eyes sparkled as she looked at Hermione.

Seeing that he didn't move, Hermione simply walked over to Lockhart and whispered something to him, to which he nodded repeatedly.

Hermione returned to Malfoy's side.

"Alright, I've already spoken to Lockhart. As soon as he heard you were the heir of the pure-blooded Malfoy family, he immediately agreed to take a photo with you."

Turning around, Hermione noticed that Malfoy hadn't followed and asked in confusion:

"Dude, are you going or not?"

Chapter 64 Draco: My father ruined me!

"……go."

Malfoy was silent for a moment before finally managing to squeeze out those words.

He had been watching Lockhart and Harry's photo together for a long time upstairs, feeling resentful that this scarred guy always became the center of attention wherever he went.

And he, the noble Draco Malfoy, could only ever be a supporting character.

Now, with Hermione's words, he also had the opportunity to appear on stage, but in the end, he couldn't resist the temptation.

Hermione shrugged as she watched Malfoy excitedly run off to take a picture with Lockhart.

"See? People are just so complicated and bizarre."

"I think you're the truly complex and bizarre person!" everyone thought to themselves in unison.

After taking many photos, Malfoy, who had become the center of attention, returned with an undisguised joy on his face, and even Harry suddenly seemed much more pleasing to the eye in his eyes.

When he arrived in front of Harry and the others, he hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to say thank you, only to have a cane blocked his chest.

"Draco, be friendly." A sarcastic voice came from behind.

A pale-faced man stood behind Malfoy, looking down at Harry with an arrogant expression.

Indeed, Lucius Malfoy, a man with ambitions higher than the sky but a life as fragile as paper, was the owner of a Death Eater homestead and an unconventional recipient of the title "a family of martyrs."

Draco Malfoy: ? ? ?

I was thinking I was pretty friendly just now, but Dad, you look really unfriendly now!

Pushing his son aside, Lucius stared at Harry for a moment before reaching out his hand.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Harry instinctively shook hands, but was pulled closer by Martin Luther King Jr.

Looking at the lightning bolt on Harry's forehead, Lucius sneered, "Because of this scar, you've become a legend, just like the wizard who gave you this scar, who was also a legend."

Everyone present was furious at Lucius's underhanded act of reopening old wounds.

However, the other party did not make a move, nor did he say anything obviously provocative. For a moment, the group did not know what to do, and could only glare at him angrily.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Hermione suddenly jumped up: "Mr. Lucius, what did you just say? Could you say it again?"

Lucius looked at Hermione, his eyes narrowing slightly: "This must be Miss Granger."

Hermione bowed gracefully.

Seeing such a standard wizarding gesture, Lucius was somewhat surprised. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Draco has told me all about you..."

The guy's eyes widened instantly, and he almost cried out.

I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

But Lucius didn't notice anything unusual about the guy and continued, "I heard your parents are... Muggles."

His expression was suggestive, as if he was about to say a certain word in public.

The arrogant guy is almost numb.

Tonic!

When school starts, you'll just pack up and leave, but I'll still be with her for several months!

My father ruined me!

Seemingly to maintain the family's elegant image, Lucius refrained from uttering vulgarities in public.

But Hermione wasn't going to stop there and continued to press, "You haven't answered the question yet. We didn't hear what you said about legends."

Lucius frowned, wondering why Hermione was so fixated on this, but still said calmly:

"Mr. Potter's scar is a legend, and the person who gave him that scar is also a legend..."

Hermione slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, her expression changing in an instant, all her previous elegance vanishing.

"Everyone heard that!"

She produced a small notebook and began scribbling something down while muttering to herself, "Mr. Lucius said that the Death Eaters who created terror, sparked the Second Magical War, and killed countless innocent wizards were all good people... and their leader, Voldemort, was a legend..."

……Um?

No, man!

Lucius suddenly realized something, his eyes widened, and he was about to speak in his defense when Hermione interrupted him.

"I heard that when you were in the Ministry of Magic, you claimed that you were under the influence of the Imperius Curse and that's why you served Voldemort, not because of your own intentions."

"The Imperius Curse has been lifted many years ago, yet you still regard Voldemort as a legend. I now reasonably suspect that you, Mr. Lucius, voluntarily became a Death Eater. I hope the Ministry of Magic will reopen the case against you, and if the facts are found, I recommend that you be imprisoned in Azkaban for life."

"You..." Seeing the cold gazes around him, Lucius finally couldn't maintain his arrogance. "That's not what I meant. Don't misinterpret my words!"

"Wow, I didn't expect that a Death Eater would slip through the net here."

Lockhart, like a cat smelling fish, suddenly darted out.

"It seems even Death Eaters like my books. They've been hiding for so many years, yet they risked arrest to show up for my book signing."

"Unfortunately, I, Gilderoy Lockhart, a third-class recipient of the Order of Merlin and an honorary member of the League Against the Dark Arts, am sworn to evil. I cannot bend the law just because you are a fan of my books! Watch as I arrest him!"

Lockhart, with a righteous and stern expression, directly characterized Lucius.

He was grinning from ear to ear, never expecting to ride such a wave of popularity; it was like a windfall.

Hermione nudged Mr. Arthur, who understood and said, "It seems there was indeed a problem with the verdict against Lucius back then. I'll go back and submit the application right away. With so many witnesses, it's enough to start a new round of investigations against you."

Lucius's face twitched, he glared at Hermione with hatred, and shouted, "Let's go!"

With that, he took the arrogant guy and left without looking back.

"Unfortunately, we don't have any evidence yet, and this guy got away. But don't worry, I will bring justice sooner or later."

Lockhart continued her performance, raising her hands to withstand the onslaught of reporters.