Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 160

　　 The second lesson is the metamorphosis lesson.

　　Professor McGonagall's request is simple, turn a beetle into a button.

　　 This was studied last semester. As expected by Professor McGonagall, most students returned their knowledge to the teacher after a summer vacation.

　　 But she was gratified that Harry and Hermione still completed the assignment easily.

No matter where you put it, good students are always liked by teachers.

　　As soon as get out of class ended, Ron saw that even Neville had succeeded, although the button was still bouncing around on the table.

　　 He was anxious, his wand pointed at the beetle, and shouted a ghost spell: "grip steel water tower."

　　 A smoky smoke rose, and a strong rotten egg smell filled the classroom.

"Jingle Bell"

　　 The bell rings like a life-saving meal.

　　Harry immediately pulled Hermione out of the classroom. Is this going to become a biochemical laboratory?

　　The students left, Ron knocked angrily on the table with his wand.

"Snapped"

　　 There was a small gap in the center of the wand.

　　Ron wants to cry without tears.

　　Navi came over and said, "Just now your spell is not standard, it should be'My dad just killed him'."

　　Ron no longer cares whether the magic of the button is "grip" or "my dad", he is just thinking about what to do with the magic wand, if the family knows that he must have died tragically...

　　After lunch, he walked from the auditorium to the courtyard, and his head was overcast with clouds.

　　Harry sat on the edge of the stone platform of the fountain, but couldn't feel much heat.

　　 Later, Harry felt that someone was watching him closely. He looked up and saw a little boy staring at himself in a magical manner at the branch ceremony last night.

　　 The boy was holding something, like an ordinary Muggle camera. When Harry looked at him, the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Hello, Harry? My--my name is Colin? Crive." He said breathlessly and took a step forward timidly, "I'm also in Gryffindor. Do you think-can it —Can I take a picture of you?” He raised his camera expectantly.

　　 "Take a picture?" Hermione stared at his camera in surprise. Isn't this a Muggle camera?

　　 "So I can prove that I saw you," Colin said eagerly, and moved a few steps forward.

　　 "I know everything about you. Everyone told me. How did you escape the mysterious man's poisonous hand, how did he disappear, etc. There is still a lightning scar on your forehead."

"A boy in my dormitory said that if I used the correct developing potion, the person in the picture would move." Colin took a deep breath and shivered with excitement. "It's really interesting here, isn't it? Before Hogwarts' letter, I never knew that the strange thing I would do was magic. My dad sent milk, and he couldn't believe it. So I'll take a lot of photos and send it to him. If I can There is a picture of you—"He looked at Harry beggingly,"--Maybe I can stand next to you and ask your friend to help me click? Then, can you sign a name?"

　　 Harry frowned, Colin? Isn't that the annoying kid who has been haunting him?

　　Harry said lightly: "Colin, are your parents all Muggles?"

　　 "Yes, when I received the admission notice from the School of Magic, they were still liar."

"You are lucky to be chosen and enter the Academy of Magic. I can understand the idea that you want to share everything with your family. However, if you can learn all the magic courses and get all the best, I want your parents I will be more proud. Not these moving pictures."

Harry said sadly: "I know I am famous, I know I am handsome, I know my charm breaks through the sky, I know that there are hundreds of thousands of sorceress who want to marry me, but don't be obsessed with brother, actually , Is just an ordinary wizard, an ordinary wizard who contributes meager power to build a beautiful magic world..."

　　 "Don't waste your time on boring things like chasing stars."

　　Colin thoughtfully.

　　 "Come on, let's take a picture." Harry suddenly laughed.

　　 "Did you agree?" Colin jumped up.

　　 "This is the only time, not as an example."

"awesome."

　　Hermione took the camera and muttered: "Why do you want to be handsome, and I need to cooperate."

　　 "Click-"

　　 Hermione pressed like a punching bag.

　　 In the afternoon, Lockhart's black magic defense class.

　　 But Harry felt he was more in line with the Acrobatic Troupe.

　　Before class, Lockhart and Harry spoke alone in an aisle.

　　 He adjusted his green robe, and he seemed to want Harry to see how elegant he was.

　　 He smiled and said to Harry: "Hey, Harry, I really should see you soon."

　　He patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "I heard you are sending your autographed photo today."

　　 Harry frowned, this man, so familiar?

"To be honest, this is not very good. Of course I know... The famous Harry Potter, who wants to be worshipped by some young and ignorant people, of course feels very good-I have felt it for a long time, don't get me wrong , I'm not showing off."

　　 "However, you are still young, and you haven't been around this time. I've seen people who have become famous for many years, but they are often lost in the applause of others. Now where are they, who knows."

　　 "Of course, I am not asking you to do nothing. If you can learn from me, you may have to carry a lot of photos in the future."

　　 "To tell the truth, you are a little unwise this afternoon, and you are proud." Lockhart said with a focus on you.

　　 "Although I have won the Merlin Jazz Third Order Medal, an honorary member of the Black Magic Defense Alliance, and won the "Witcher Weekly" most charming smile award five times, but I never show off."

　　 He smiled instead: "Child, if you want to enjoy the feeling of fame, you can come to me, I will help you to contact those upper society, and slowly, your photos will appear in various newspapers and periodicals."

"I know that your father passed away very early. You have never felt fatherly love. If you don't mind...I mean, if you feel willing to care about you more, you can treat me as half a father..." Luo Hart said sincerely, his eyes moved, showing sympathy and love for Harry.

　　Harry never said a word. He wanted to know what kind of person Lockhart was.

　　 Hehe, it turned out that Lockhart was a fool.

　　Harry really has nothing to say.

　　 His face was cold, and a wand suddenly appeared in his hand, which provoked Lockhart's tickling on his shoulder.

　　 Lockhart stepped back two steps: "Okay, okay, I'm talking about your sadness. But the wand is dangerous, so put it away first."

　　Although he said so, he looked as if he had no fear and smiled.

　　 "You can't imagine the battles I have experienced. Werewolves, vampires, in fact, from the moment you just got the wand, I have many ways to knock you down, but I don't want to hurt you." He explained with a smile.

　　Harry is no longer able to evaluate this person. He is no longer an idiot. He is full of agricultural fertilizer in his mind.

　　Ha pointed his wand at him, from his arm to his chest, and said with pity: "You are a pig."

"boom"

　　 Lockhart was shot directly seven or eight meters away, lying on the ground, unconscious.

　　Harry turned and left.

　　Black Magic Defense Classroom.

　　After the whole class sat down~www.mtlnovel.com~ Lockhart came in. He deliberately cleared his throat loudly, calming everyone down.

　　 He looked at the class satisfactorily. When he saw Harry, he seemed to have completely forgotten the lessons that Harry taught him, and he still smiled, just like everyone else.

　　 He reached up and picked up the "Walk with the Monster" sitting in the first row of Neville and held it in his hand, showing the picture of himself blinking on the cover.

"Me," he pointed at his picture and blinked, "Guidero Lockhart, Merlin Jazz Medal III, Honorary Member of the Black Magic Defense Alliance, won the Witcher Weekly's most charming smile five times Awards-but I don't hang that on my mouth, I don't expel dangerous female ghosts by smiling!

　　He seems to think he is very humorous, but almost no one cooperates below.

　　 "I saw that you all bought my full set of books, which is good. I think we will take a quiz today. Don't be afraid, just look at how you read and how much you have learned from it..."

　　 After finishing the paper, he returned to the podium and said, "Give you 30 minutes. Now, start!"

　　Harry turned the question, and sure enough:

　　 1. What is the favorite color of Gidero? Lockhart?

　　 2. What is Gidro? Lockhart's secret ambition?

　　 3. What do you think is the greatest achievement of Gidero? Lockhart so far?

　　 This idiot problem, which is almost entirely praising his merits, has three sides.

　　 The last question.

　　Gidro? What is Lockhart's birthday? What is his ideal birthday gift?

　　Harry: "what...fuc..."

　　He grabbed the paper, rubbed it, rubbed it into a ball, and threw it accurately into the wastepaper basket in front of Lockhart's podium, regardless of Lockhart's ugly face.

Chapter end