Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

About 300 meters next to Travis' new home, a column about ten meters in diameter and 20 meters high is continuing to be built upward.

Even if you don't look carefully, you can tell that this is a chimney that is slightly thicker at the bottom and becomes thinner as it goes up.

emmm...it does look like a chimney.

They all have the same structure, and they are all hollow and sealed on all sides without leaving windows.

However, the technical content of this "chimney" is much greater than that of a chimney. Even though it was made by the number one staff maker in the magic world, there were still many accidents.

"It looks like there's no way it can be completed before the holidays are over."

Travis sighed as he stood on a stone slab floating in the air, holding a basin of unknown liquid in his hand.

"It's been pretty good." Ollivander wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's been much smoother than I expected!"

"Didn't you experiment long ago and succeed?"

"Yes, but I've never tested such a big one."

Ollivander held a brush in his hand, put the brush into the basin held by Travis and dipped it in it.

"Just like this special adhesive, I have never used so much at one time in my previous experiments - poor control of the amount will affect the overall effect!"

Travis nodded, but he didn't understand at all.

He couldn't even make a wand, let alone a magic tower.

The construction of the entire Magic Tower relied entirely on Ollivander. Travis's role was to manage logistics and help Ollivander get raw materials.

"Based on the current progress, how long is it expected to take?" Travis asked.

"No way."

"Maybe?"

"Ah."

Ollivander wiped his sweat again.

"The outer main body can be completed in about a week, but the inner wand core...if it fails, the raw materials alone will take a year and a half to prepare."

Travis fell silent for a moment.

There are so many materials needed for the magic tower, and Ollivander has basically brought all the inventory he has in hand. If it fails, it will really take more than a year to prepare just the materials as Ollivander said.

"I hope it works out."

Travis sighed and continued to stand still.

It's not that Travis doesn't want to be lazy or is embarrassed to be lazy, but this pot of adhesive needs to be stirred with magic from time to time, otherwise it will solidify.

If he could be lazy, Travis would have run away!

However, there are indeed not enough manpower, and Travis cannot leave.

Principal Dumbledore came once before, but stopped coming after learning how long the project would take.

Travis also tried to teach Harry this magic, but Harry said he couldn't learn it.

Travis suspected that this bitch Harry was lying to him. How could he not be able to learn such a simple magic with his qualifications?

But there is no evidence.

"A friend in need is a friend indeed, I am betraying all my relatives..."

Travis sighed and continued to help Ollivander.

On the other side, Diagon Alley.

Walking on the street and accepting the criticism from other wizards, Lockhart looked very sad.

Lockhart had once enjoyed the pleasure of being watched, but now he was not happy at all.

Because before others looked at him to admire him, but now they are laughing at him.

What happened to him at Hogwarts has spread throughout the wizarding world through the spread of the students during the holiday. He already stinks.

All the way to the bookstore, Lockhart took a deep breath, forced a smile that he had once been very proud of, and walked into the bookstore.

He didn't do it for a few minutes, he came out and was kicked out.

"No, you can't do this to me. We have agreed a long time ago that we will hold three book launches, and I have only held one! There are still two more!" Lockhart said loudly.

"Mr. Lockhart, what we originally discussed was that if the market response was better, then we would open three games. But now the market response..."

The store manager of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore shook his head and said no more.

"Didn't the first press conference have a good effect? ​​Didn't you see the heated scene at that time?"

The store manager shook his head: "Sorry, Mr. Lockhart, I was not in the store that time, and I really didn't see it."

Lockhart hesitated for a moment, but still refused to give up.

"Don't be like this, we are friends... let's do this!"

Lockhart took out a book.

"This is a new book I wrote. I don't want it at the press conference. You guys helped me get this new book published."

"Okay." The store manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore immediately nodded and stretched out his hand: "Pay the publishing fee first."

"Pay the publishing fee first?" Lockhart was stunned for a moment: "Before..."

"Before was before, now is now."

After saying that, the store manager simply went back to the store, leaving Lockhart alone at the door.

No, he was not alone. Every wizard passing by gave him a bright smile.

Lockhart forced a smile and returned the greetings, even though he knew those people were not greeting him.

After taking a deep look at the bookstore, Lockhart turned and left, his pace very hasty and even a little scattered.

After leaving Flourish and Blotts and returning to his place of residence, Lockhart had just taken out his keys and was about to open the door when suddenly, a cough sounded from behind him.

"Cough um..."

A very deliberate cough.

Lockhart turned around expressionlessly, but quickly put on a smile after seeing the person clearly.

"Oh, dear Mr. Malfoy, are you here to see me?" Lockhart asked excitedly.

"I just happened to be passing by..." Malfoy looked around to make sure no one was around, then looked at Lockhart: "But do you welcome me to come into your house and sit for a while?"

"Of course, come in quickly, Mr. Malfoy!"

Lockhart quickly opened the door and invited Malfoy into his home.

As soon as he entered Lockhart's home, Malfoy couldn't help but frown.

It was really messy, there was garbage on the ground, and there were all kinds of broken things that I didn’t know what they were.

"It seems that Mr. Lockhart's house has been robbed." Malfoy said while looking at it.

"Ah, this is just my mood... No, it's... Mr. Malfoy is right." Lockhart sighed: "It is indeed a thief, which made Mr. Malfoy laugh."

"Then you should tell the Ministry of Magic quickly, before they have nothing to do all day long," Malfoy said.

"It's nothing valuable...Mr. Malfoy is right, I'll go back and tell the people from the Ministry of Magic to investigate!"

Malfoy nodded, looking at Lockhart with satisfaction in his eyes.

This guy is very smart.

He walked to the sofa and patted the sofa with his hand. Even with gloves on, Malfoy still showed a look of disgust, but he still sat down.

"I heard you've been in some trouble lately...my kids have told me all about what happened to you at school."

Lockhart's body froze, his expression kept changing, and he revealed a very ugly and embarrassing smile - an embarrassing smile for everyone.

"I came here to ask you, are you willing?"

"Your reputation and your future, are you willing to have them ruined by a child?"

"Are you willing? Don't you...don't want revenge?"