After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Yang Mei didn't take Ron Weasley's misfortunes to heart.

But this guy kept making a fool of himself in the next few days. In classes of different subjects, he either harmed himself or the professor.

In the Transfiguration class, he turned his nose into a pig's nose; in the Charms class, his wand flew out of his hand and hit Professor Flitwick accurately between the eyebrows, leaving a bump on his forehead; even in the Herbology class, he was bitten on the hand by a mandrake, but that was due to his own stupidity and had nothing to do with the wand.

Unfortunately, the wand is a special magical product and cannot be repaired by the restoration spell.

Ron, who was penniless and had just received a yelling letter from his own mother, did not dare to tell his family about buying another wand.

Harry was rich, but he was afraid of hurting his friend's self-esteem, so he never offered to buy Ron a wand.

Ron single-handedly made it impossible for all the young wizards who took classes with him to attend class properly.

The enthusiastic young wizard Yangmei reported Ron to Snape, and Snape efficiently turned around and proposed at the faculty meeting that Weasley should either buy a new wand immediately, or be placed in his own class and have individual lessons from professors when they were free.

Dumbledore looked very embarrassed: "Severus, you know, the Weasley family's financial situation is not very good. A new wand is a considerable expense for them..."

"Oh, what does this have to do with me? It's not me who made him break his wand." Snape looked up at Dumbledore. "You Gryffindors should have many kind-hearted people. Just buy him a new wand."

Dumbledore: "..." Am I really such a sucker?!

……

Lockhart had been restless these past few days, and he often forgot to maintain the "charming smile" that had always seemed welded to his face.

He repeatedly deduced why Yang Mei knew his biggest secret.

Was there anyone around who witnessed him doing these things?

No, it was impossible. He swore that there was absolutely no one else at the scene except him and the wizard whose memory he had erased.

If no one saw it, then was there some highly intelligent magical creature that saw it?

Lockhart suddenly ruffled his hair madly at the teachers' table in the cafeteria, attracting the attention of other professors.

"Professor Lockhart, are you feeling unwell?" Dumbledore looked at Lockhart through the lenses.

Lockhart straightened his appearance in a second: "No, Mr. Principal, I'm fine, I can't be better."

But in fact, he had already decided in his heart that no matter what, he had to talk to the culprit, Mr. Selwyn Jr.!

Yang Mei received a small note from Lockhart, which was delivered to him by the elf.

[Mr. Selwyn, please come to my office at 8 o'clock tonight. ——Gilderoy Lockhart with a charming smile]

"Oh!" Draco frowned immediately after seeing it, "Seeing this before dinner really ruins my appetite."

Yang Mei rubbed out a flame and burned the paper into ashes: "So you want to eat less?"

Draco looked at his favorite steamed grouper on the table and decided to take back what he had just said about "it affects your appetite".

Eat less of anything, he wants to dazzle the whole plate of fish!

Before they entered the restaurant, the sky had already turned a light pink and gold color. If nothing unexpected happened, as dusk approached, the light pink would slowly turn into purple and intersect with bright red, indicating that night was about to come.

But now something unexpected happened, the sky began to drizzle, and the whole world was covered with a layer of hazy mist, and the light pink on the horizon was covered by gray clouds, only occasionally revealing a hint of it.

"Are you really planning to go to Lockhart's office later? In fact, he has all the leverage over you. Even if you don't go, he wouldn't dare to do anything to you." Draco finished his meal and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Go ahead. I'm free anyway. Don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything to me. Instead, he should be careful of me." Yang Mei said with a chuckle.

Draco Khan, his good friend sometimes shows some perverted villain temperament...

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, Yang Mei arrived at Lockhart's office on time, but he found that in addition to Lockhart, there was also Harry Potter.

Neither of the two men noticed Yang Mei's arrival, and Lockhart was still talking.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, you now have the honor of helping me reply to my fan letters. This is simply the most pleasant detention in Hogwarts history, right?"

Harry said nothing, for he found that Professor Lockhart could talk to himself without his having to say anything.

Moreover, a few days ago, after he and Ron rescued Neville who was hanging on the chandelier in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they ran away without paying any attention to Lockhart, so that now he was sitting alone with Lockhart in the office, and he still felt very embarrassed. He was a little worried that Lockhart would settle the score with him.

Honestly, Harry didn't know why he did that day. Maybe it was to get revenge on Lockhart, forcing him to take a photo with him in front of Flourish and Blotts bookstore in Diagon Alley before school started, and for always using his title as the savior to make things happen, as if he believed that he was a vain person.

Listen, isn't he saying that again now?

"Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Be famous as you are famous, remember that."

Come on, Harry is really tired of hearing this!

"Is this the way you behave, Professor Lockhart?" Yang Mei suddenly asked.

Lockhart's hand shook and the tip of his pen made an ugly scratch on the postcard.

"Mr. Selwyn, when did you come and why didn't you knock on the door?" Lockhart forced a fake smile on his face.

"Professor Lockhart, do you want me to go out and knock on the door again? Okay, but I'll probably not come back after I go out." Yang Mei looked directly at Lockhart, her eyes full of cold disdain.

Lockhart's greasy cheeks twitched unnaturally and the fake smile on his face could no longer be maintained, replaced by a gloomy look that seemed to be dripping with ink.

Yang Mei found a place to sit down without any hesitation, even though Lockhart did not invite him to sit down.

"I have been thinking for a long time about how you knew my biggest secret. Although I still didn't figure it out in the end, I know that a twelve-year-old child like you definitely doesn't have this ability. It seems that the Selwyn family behind you is more powerful than I thought." Lockhart was certain that Yang Mei knew his secret through the family's information channels.

Yang Mei looked at him with a half-smile: "No matter how I know, judging from your reaction, are you going to silence me?"

Lockhart stood up with a distorted face and walked around the table: "You are the young master of the Selwyn family. If I kill you, I will not have a good ending. But you know that I am the best at the Oblivion Spell. I just need you to forget everything!" As he said that, he pulled out the wand from his sleeve.

"A-choo!" Harry, who had been sitting on the other side, tried to hold back the sneeze for a long time, but he couldn't hold it back.

Yang Mei and Lockhart both turned their eyes to him.

"Ah, look at me, I totally forgot about you." Lockhart's face was full of malice, "It's your fault that you came at a different time than me, but had to come to my place tonight for detention!"

"It's obviously you..." Harry felt that he was wronged. It wasn't his will to come here. Didn't this guy tell Professor McGonagall that he should be detained here? !