After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Zabini continued, "I heard that the car crashed head-on into the Whomping Willow. Our dean just rushed out to deal with the matter."

"They are not Slytherin students, why should our dean deal with it?" Parkinson said dissatisfiedly.

"Because Professor McGonagall will be presiding over the Sorting ceremony here." Zabini looked at Parkinson with eyes that showed concern for the mentally retarded.

"Okay, I know!" Parkinson narrowed his eyes and spoke word by word, "But what's with that look in your eyes?!"

Parkinson flashed her sharp nails that gleamed with a cold light at Zabini.

Zabini had obviously experienced Miss Parkinson's "Nine Yin White Bone Claw", and seeing this, he hurried over and massaged her shoulders attentively.

"Hey, what other look could I have? Of course, it's the look I give to a beautiful woman!"

Parkinson didn't buy his trick at all: "Come on, Master Zabini has called countless beauties, who am I?"

Zabini could only smile apologetically: "Miss, I said the wrong thing. You are a fairy, how can you be compared to an ordinary beauty?"

Yang Mei felt a little curious when looking at the two of them. It seemed that the relationship between these two people had undergone some changes during the summer vacation that he was not aware of.

Draco probably saw what he was thinking, so he took the initiative to explain to him: "Zabini and Parkinson got engaged during the summer vacation."

"So early? They are only twelve years old." Yang Mei was extremely surprised. Do boys and girls of this age know what love is and what love is? How can they get engaged right away?

"Marriages between pure-blood families are all like this. Precisely because they are young and haven't really fallen in love with anyone, their families take the opportunity to settle down early. In this way, the parties involved will involuntarily develop feelings for the fiancé. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this. My parents got engaged first, then developed feelings, and finally got married step by step." Draco said indifferently.

"What about you? Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa didn't help you to look for a match?" Yang Mei teased him.

Draco blushed slightly. "Why are you talking about me? My parents did mention this to me, but I didn't want to be tied to another person so early, so I refused. But I think they have discussed this matter privately, and maybe they have selected a few candidates they think are suitable.

That's it, I've finished talking, you can't hide away, I don't believe your family hasn't told you about this!"

"...Really not." Yang Mei shrugged, "Have you forgotten that our family is very busy during this holiday?"

"Oh yes." Draco felt a toothache when he thought of the Dark Lord who was almost carried around by his best friend.

At this time, the sorting ceremony had ended.

Dumbledore stood up and said, "Okay, children, please be quiet for a moment. First of all, I am very happy to see familiar faces again in the new school year. I also welcome the new wizards. I believe you will like Hogwarts, there is no doubt about that.

Then I have something to inform you. Professor Quirrell, who taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last school year, will not continue to serve in Hogwarts this year. This is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. Welcome him!"

Everyone clapped their hands out of respect, and Yang Mei even heard many little witches couldn't help but scream.

It's nothing, Professor Lockhart is quite good-looking.

The man with golden curly hair stood up from his seat, his forget-me-not blue eyes looked around the auditorium affectionately, and then he showed his white teeth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, myself, Gilderoy Lockhart, winner of the Order of Merlin, third class, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and five-time winner of the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award."

He paused for a moment, and was satisfied to see that almost all the little witches were looking at him with admiration.

"But I'm a low-key person who never shows off." Lockhart said, "After all, I didn't drive away the Wanlun ghost with a smile."

After saying this, the man began to grin foolishly.

Maybe he thought he was smiling evilly.

Yang Mei: “…” What is he doing?

"Okay, okay, thank you, Professor Lockhart, your self-introduction is wonderful. I believe that in your class, these children will further feel your personal charm." Dumbledore smiled a little stiffly.

"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore, that is inevitable." Lockhart said confidently.

"It is said that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was cursed by Voldemort many years ago, so no one can hold this position for more than a year now. But I think the curse seems to be more than just that..." Yang Mei knocked on the plate, and two golden and tempting caramel puddings appeared on the plate. He gave one of them to Draco.

Draco scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth with satisfaction, and asked vaguely: "What else?"

"Also, every professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is not quite normal. This Gilderoy Lockhart doesn't look like a man of real talent and knowledge." Yang Mei just hoped that this man would not be so stupid as to provoke her.

Draco glanced at Lockhart who had just sat down in the professor's seat. "Although he is a bit narcissistic, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class won't be more suffocating than last year, right? I can't imagine anything more terrible than the whole classroom smelling of garlic. As for whether he is a idiot or not, it doesn't matter to me."

……

The next day, the weather was unusually clear and there was not so much moisture in the air, so the owls delivering letters did not need to worry about getting their feathers wet.

Today's breakfast entertainment was provided by Ron Weasley.

Because of his heroic actions with Harry yesterday, his biological mother Molly Weasley immediately sent him a Howler.

The owl in their house was so old that Yang Mei could even hear its heavy breathing.

The poor old owl no longer had the strength to land gracefully, so it aimed its cloudy eyes at a large plate of sticky potato wedges on the Gryffindor table and dived in!

There was silence in the restaurant for two seconds, and then with a "puchi" sound, laughter quickly spread.

Parkinson shielded his face with a fan and his shoulders shook with laughter.

"Oh my god, it's really unfortunate to be their family's owl. I still have to deliver letters to them at such an old age, hahahaha!"

Yang Mei and Draco also laughed so hard.

"By the way, how's that owl? It couldn't have fainted, because it's been quiet for a while." Draco rubbed his cheeks, which were hurting from laughing.

Everyone saw that the owl poked its head into the plate of potato wedges and then lay there motionless.

Fainted, or... dead?