Hogwarts of a certain magic

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In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart raised his lackluster eyes and continued.

"I only know that Bushmill whiskey has a high degree. Don't drink too much at once. I don't know that after adding wine, it is so easy to get intoxicated..."

"During the dinner, I returned to the office and was preparing lessons by myself. The dwarf leader knocked on my door and said that his brother was missing.

I went around and asked, and sure enough, no.

I was in a hurry, so I went out to find it.Until the end of the dinner, I looked around to find my bedroom and saw his clothes at the door.

The dwarfs said, oh yes, for fear of being attacked.

Going in again, he really lay on the bed with his clothes stripped off and tied to the bed, still holding my autograph tightly in his hand..."

Lockhart then just whimpered, unable to speak a sentence.

Since that day, Lockhart drank Snape's ecstasy and applauded for love with the dwarf... he has become what he is now.

The students below yawned and listened to Lockhart's story.

At the beginning, everyone shed a few tears of sympathy.

As the frequency increases, no one likes to listen to Lockhart's story, even Marietta, who likes him the most, feels boring.

But this does not prevent Lockhart from repeating his narration and observing everyone's reaction.

As a qualified writer, you must know which story version can more arouse readers' tears and sexual interest!

Lockhart wants to turn pain into strength, change his personal experience and add it to his new book.

The protagonist of the story was no longer himself, but changed to Snape.

Snape became a victim of a dry road in blood under the attack of the dwarf dwarf!

This is Lockhart's unique way of revenge!

If he can't beat the evil Snape, just use the pen to...write him to death!

Hey, what a tough English guy.

After class, Lockhart stopped William.

"What's the matter, Professor?" William said suspiciously.

"How is my shampoo?" Lockhart rubbed his hands and asked eagerly.

"Everyone's feedback is not very good..." William pondered for a moment.

There is no feedback... The shampoo was not purified by him, or it is being improved by adding various materials.

But he mustn't tell Lockhart that way, after all, William is an empty gloved white wolf, who is dedicated to a sheep.

He'll talk about it first!

"Then what should I do? So many bottles have been sent out!"

Lockhart was anxious when he heard it, and blood was dripping in his heart. Those were all shiny Kanon!

Over the years, he has been in the wind and rain, making material and writing novels everywhere, and was attacked by dwarfs at Hogwarts... Is it easy to make such a hard money?

"Don't worry." William said: "This is called hunger marketing. You lose money and make money!

Spread out the free shampoo first, and when everyone is used to being free, we cannot do without this shampoo. Let's suddenly increase the price and cut a wave of leeks!

I am professional!"

"It makes sense..." Lockhart nodded slightly, then hesitated."But you just said that the feedback was not good."

"That's because the feedback in the British Isles is not good. The wizards on this island are all country folks and don't know the goods. Why are there so many bald men?" William said half-truthly.

"It makes sense..." Lockhart was afraid of baldness, so he developed shampoo early.

As the saying goes: three years old look old, seven years old look old, and twelve years old will be your life.

Based on Lockhart's years of experience, many young wizards in this school will be bald in the future.

For example, the hair is kept shiny every time... Malfoy!

He was exactly twelve years old, and Lockhart would never look away.

What Lockhart didn't understand the most was Dumbledore.

Judging from the principal's hair quality, middle-aged people should be bald, how old are they...not only does the hair come back, but it also grows fluttering?

He had never heard of a potion to cure baldness, it was a terminal illness.

The principal must be wearing a wig!

William continued to flicker: "The British wizards don't know the goods, but let me tell you, Lao Maozi likes your shampoo very much.

They like explosions and excitement. The more dangerous they are, the more comfortable they are.

And those wizards in Northern Europe... Do you know Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang School of Magic?

He wrote to tell me that he loved this shampoo."

"Do you still know Karkaroff?" Lockhart said in surprise.

"Knowing, we hit it off and called brothers and sisters, and he invited me to their school."

"How does he rate my shampoo?"

"He said that washing chest hair is very soft, and he wants to invite you, an inventor, to wash it together."

"..." Lockhart covered his ass, bringing back bad memories.

"By the way, William, I still have a few boxes of shampoo, you will take them away later!"

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"Which one of us are with whom, don't be polite with me."

At this time, an owl flew over.

William was stunned, it turned out to be Rita's owl.

He said sorry, went to the corner, took the letter, and opened the envelope.

Looking at the information in the letter, William frowned.

"What's wrong, William, who sent it?" Lockhart asked with a smile.

William also showed a smile, looking at Professor Lockhart meaningfully.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that the professor... is very powerful, and it is hidden."

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Principal's office.

Dumbledore crossed his hands and leaned back on the chair.

"Where did you get your news? William." He asked softly.

"Um... this..."

"You can leave it alone."

"I got it from Rita. I grabbed her a little handle." William said vaguely.

"It's her at Christmas, right?"

"Yes." William nodded. "But this is not the time to talk about Rita, Professor, we are talking about Hagrid!"

"Hagrid's problem is not too big a problem in the whole incident." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But Lockhart reported Hagrid to open the Chamber of Secrets. He was going to Azkaban. Fudge said he would send Aurors..."

"This thing should have happened six months ago." Dumbledore said.

"When the Chamber of Secrets first opened, Fudge wrote to me to arrest Hagrid and go to Azkaban, only to be suppressed by me."

"So...that means there is no room for recovery?"

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, his gaze through his half-moon glasses.

"William, you should know more about our minister, you will have to deal with him sooner or later."

"What do you mean?"

"I have reported your name as the representative of Wiesengamo's British youth."

"I thought I was just talking casually."

"Fudge is indeed talking casually, but I take it seriously, and I happen to be the chief magician of Wisengama, I need you to help me!"

William didn't care too much."Let's talk about this minister."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and whispered, "Fugui is a politician in his bones. When encountering things, he likes to habitually throw off the pot and pass the blame on others.

There was an attack at Hogwarts, and he certainly couldn't resist the pressure and would take Hagrid away.

I pressed him for a while, but I couldn't lose his face too much. I am not the Minister of Magic after all.

But he had already feared me in his heart, and he always felt that I wanted to seize his power."

"Why don't you be Minister of Magic... You will definitely be better than him." William said suspiciously.

Dumbledore was silent. He was silent for a long time.

"William, it's not that I am boasting that the position of Minister of Magic has been before me more than once, but many times.

But I refused, knowing that I can't give power to me."

"why?"

"Because I did some wrong things when I was young, very bad, very desperate wrong things... I hurt a child, a child similar to your sister Annie."

"That incident proved that power is my weakness, my temptation... I swear... I will be a teacher at Hogwarts all my life."

Dumbledore looked out the window in silence for a long time.

William was also in a daze.

He suddenly realized that the painful man in front of him was actually a gray-haired, over 100-year-old man.

And everyone always habitually let Dumbledore stand at the forefront, sheltering from the wind and rain.

William couldn't help but comforted:

"Professor, if that kid sees you now, you are so great, he will forgive you."

"Yes." Dumbledore burst into tears. "The kid has always been gentle, and she will forgive me with a smile...but I don't forgive myself!"

"I don't deserve to be forgiven, Hogwarts... it's my Azkaban."

William opened his mouth, there was nothing to say. He stood up, across the table, and patted the old man's broad shoulder comfortably.

This picture is strange and sad.

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