I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

London.

"Harry, have you done it there?" Ron shouted.

Harry in the Tower of London, with a silver stag beside him.

That's his patronus.

Lawrence, who had gained some weight, took the lead in the discussion.

"The boss's patron saint is about to become real."

"I can't tell at all. I'm afraid only Professor Ledisley of Ilvermorny has such a patron saint."

"The legendary Auror is so powerful. He not only developed multiple uses of the Disarming Curse, but also used the Patronus Charm with great proficiency."

After Ron heard their low-pitched discussion, he shouted loudly: "Okay, hurry up and check the neighborhood!"

The Aurors dispersed in a hurry. They were all a little afraid of the Weasley Auror who was not easy to talk to.

Who has a rich family and a brother who is the head of the Magic Headquarters?

Harry dismissed the Patronus and walked down. He said, "Those things are starting to decrease. There is news from Hogwarts that a large number of Wild Hunts have been solved."

"Wild Hunt?" Ron asked.

"The Witch King got them names." After Harry finished speaking, he saw Ron's expression change slightly.

Harry knew what he was thinking.

Being born in the same era as outstanding people is both a blessing and a misfortune.

They are the same age as John, so it is inevitable that they will feel the need to compare.

Especially because of Hermione, this made Ron complain even more.

"Hermione is still working to numb herself." Ron said dissatisfied, "because of his appearance."

"Then you can't blame him for everything," Harry said after a moment of silence, "It's us who are at fault."

Ron opened his mouth, but still couldn't say anything to refute.

Harry looked at Ron and said seriously: "Hermione will come out, she just doesn't know how to face it for a while."

"I know, I just..."

Not willing to give in?

Ron likes Hermione.

This is something everyone Weasley knows.

If he didn't like it, he wouldn't give up his qualification to go to the Auror Headquarters.

If he didn't like it, he could completely accept the twins' arrangement and become a rich man.

If he hadn't liked it, he wouldn't have heard Hermione's voice, nervously fixing her hair in the bathroom.

If he didn't like it, he wouldn't have been deceived by the twins over and over again with crude lies. Hermione sent letters.

Even Harry could see it.

These two friends of mine have one person living in their hearts.

Ron is a protector, a chaser waiting to turn around.

Hermione felt guilty, and her heart was filled with betrayal, making her extremely sensitive.

She couldn't even tell the difference between guilt and love.

The only thing Miss Know-It-All can't figure out is her feelings.

She couldn't walk out of the previous person or walk into the next person.

Time is the best pacifier. Meeting someone who is too good when you are young will eventually become a regret hidden in your heart.

What is even more unsolvable than Bai Yueguang is the dead Bai Yueguang.

The Witch King held such a position in Hermione's heart.

People will endlessly describe the beauty of irreparable things.

With the Wild Hunt out of the way, they return to the Ministry of Magic.

Ron made an excuse and went to the Minister of Magic's office.

Hermione was engrossed in looking at the documents, and Ron knocked on the door twice but didn't hear her.

"Hermione, you haven't eaten?" Ron had no choice but to interrupt Hermione's serious work.

Hermione came to her senses when she heard the voice, "Ron? Are you back?"

"I've been back a long time ago." Ron said, "What are you looking at?"

They don't look like superiors and subordinates.

The friendship between the three people was tempered in many dangers such as trolls, basilisks, and Voldemort.

Hermione rubbed her blurry eyes and said, "A document about the Ministry of Magic's amnestic erasure."

"Have you had lunch?" Ron came over and took out a beef sandwich, "Mum's sandwich."

"Mrs. Weasley's sandwich, that would be delicious." Hermione did not refuse.

Take it apart and put it in your mouth.

"What is this?" Ron saw an envelope placed on the table.

When he saw the name, he felt particularly unhappy.

"Victor Krum."

A legendary Quidditch player and a former Three-Gun Champion.

Ron will never forget that guy. He was once a fan of Klum.

But after Krum fell in love with Hermione, he didn't like that guy anymore.

Although Krum is now the Quidditch coach in Bulgaria, he still writes to Hermione.

Everyone can see that Krum still retains his love for Hermione.

Ron mocked; "He's really persistent."

Hermione took the letter and put it in the drawer, rolled her eyes at Ron and said, "We are just friends."

"Okay, me too..." Just friends.

Ron didn't say the rest of the words.

There was an unspeakable complexity hidden under his eyes.

"What about John?" he asked with a twitch in his mind.

Hermione was stunned, and so was Ron.

They had never discussed it so intuitively.

In Hermione's mind, she recalled the boy she had collided with at the station.

They used to talk about everything, and Hermione even felt that she could lose her life for John.

Just like John will fight the troll for himself, as long as he asks something, he will tell it no matter whether it is a secret or not.

There are no lies between them.

But in the end...

His mind was blank, except for a red light.

How could the powerful Witch King be injured by a student.

Just being sincere and not being defensive to your friends.

And I failed all of this.

Guilt filled her heart, leaving Hermione unable to recover for a long time.

Ron said silently: "Sorry."

He turned to leave.

Hermione stopped him.

"There is a security job." Hermione tried not to think about something and said calmly, "Protect Lockhart."

"it is good."

Ron just wanted to escape from here. He couldn't stand this atmosphere and left in a hurry without even asking what he was doing to protect Lockhart.

Hermione sat alone.

On the bookshelf, there is an exquisite astronomical star model rotating.

She didn't know how to face the great king.

...

Lockhart's books are selling like hotcakes.

Driven by wizards, works in various languages ​​are circulating around the world.

On the Internet, discussions about "Lockhart and His One Hundred and One Magics" have never stopped.

On the encyclopedia, create a profile of Lockhart.

In the profession line, there is a puzzling wizard written on it.

Americans are not surprised. They still have sex in Walmart shopping bags, so the appearance of a professional wizard is nothing.

As Lockhart became a god, more works about him came out.

Although the plot is a bit exaggerated, it is called a classic magical work.

But they found that the author was really narcissistic.

The protagonist of every book is himself.

It even vividly describes how to use a magic spell.

It made people laugh, but no one thought about it as a real wizard.

Although wizards appear now, their image basically remains in the magical class.

Like a wordsmith, do you think you are writing spells?

If wizards knew what they were thinking, they would tell them with disdain that spells are harder to write than novels.

Only the most ignorant people would compare these.

Arrogance exists at all times.

They just think of someone as someone who writes magical works and goes crazy.

He is such an obsessive person who is preparing to hold a signature sale.

His large number of fans, who were quickly accumulating, and the media who were curious about him were all moved by the news.

Lockhart finally picked out clothes that satisfied him. Although he was one of the most famous students in Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, who knew his attributes, wisely chose not to invite him.

In addition to giving Hulk a chance to successfully sneak into the Hogwarts guest team, Lockhart paid more attention to the important mission he carried.

That was an order issued by the Witch King himself, and he must strictly implement it.

Ron was feeling aggrieved. He had temporarily agreed to protect Lockhart in a daze, but now he had to endure the Lockhart who once taught him in the second grade.

What makes Ron even more frustrated is that his mother, Mrs. Weasley, is still Lockhart's biggest fan.

That's right, she's the kind of fan girl who would be so excited that she sheds tears even if she shakes hands at a book signing.

Knowing that Ron would be responsible for Lockhart's security, Mrs. Weasley excitedly asked Ron to remember to ask for her autograph.

A dozen Lockhart classics were so exhausted that the old owl was about to die on the spot.

"These fans are so enthusiastic. They even sign with a knife if they don't have a book. By the way, my leather jacket is missing. Can you help me look for it? I bought it specially for Muggles."

Outside, he met a dark-skinned guy. Lockhart, who thought he was a fan of his, came in with a smile.

Ron was pretty sure this guy had encountered a pickpocket.

Maybe even the pickpocket didn't expect that when he handed the knife out, the other party would sign Lockhart's name on it.

"I wish I could catch the quiz show."

As he spoke, Lockhart took out a pen and signed his name on the book.

Looking at the name with satisfaction, he handed the book to Ron, winked and said, "It's a fan benefit."

Ron could only accept the book in frustration, because his mother loved it so deeply.

...