The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 219

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The next day, weekend night, the Great Hall.

Peng!

Fireworks exploded, and amidst the blooming fireworks, Lockhart, who had a bright smile on his face, walked to the center of the rostrum with a step that he did not recognize.

"I think..." Lockhart watched everyone staring at him, his smile grew brighter, his white teeth gleamed, and he raised his hand high.

"It's time to make some changes!"

Snapped!

A handsome snap of fingers.

The magic surged along the podium all the way to the gate, because the decoration of the Gryffindor who won the Academy Cup last year changed instantly, and the decorations of the four colleges appeared at the same time.

It was a moment like never before at Hogwarts.

The flag of each college is so obviously dazzling.

"I hope this school belongs not only to a certain college, but also to everyone." The coquettish man in a purple wizard robe waved his arms and gave a speech in an extremely pompous manner, "From today, every A person can find his own place in the academy!"

"Everyone should shine their own light!"

He raised his finger, with an air of earnest teaching, "You should only remember one title, Hogwarts. Instead of narrowly framing yourself under the name of one academy, hating each other, opposing each other, and making Smoky!"

Lockhart walked around in front of the podium. "Those people outside the school, ha, they don't know what education is at all, they only care about some mess."

"Oh, Lockhart!" He clenched his hands, stared at his chin, and looked up sadly. "Where are you taking Hogwarts?"

"Ha, Lockhart!" he spread his hands, bowed his head, "you're going to screw it all up."

"Hey, Lockhart!" He pointed angrily ahead, with a look of disbelief, "You don't want to go the Grindelwald way, you don't want to go the Mysterious Man way, no, no Will you?"

Slap, he put his hands on the rostrum and stared at all the students seriously.

"No, they don't understand, they only know how to stand in line." Lockhart sneered, "Go to stand in line, listen, you students, you are still young, you don't understand anything, don't think about it What a lineup!"

"I'm fed up with all this, they just have these filthy things in their heads!"

"Learn! Magic! Live! That's what you do!"

"You will have the most unique headmaster ever at Hogwarts, and I, Lockhart, will let everyone know what a headmaster is supposed to do!"

Loud.

Everyone stared at this gorgeous man in stunned eyes, yes, everyone, even other professors looked at each other.

Lockhart clapped his palms, and Filch, who was under the podium, hurried up with two huge trophies.

"Starting today, I will abolish Quidditch at the Four Colleges!"

There was a commotion under the rostrum, and some students even stood up.

"No!" Lockhart raised his index finger and shook it, "No, my dear classmate, please sit down before you speak."

"You all sit down, sit down."

His expression was so serious that the entire auditorium fell silent.

"As I said, I don't want to see the academies hating each other!"

"From now on, there are only two Quidditch teams left." He held a trophy in one hand and smiled brightly, "Gold Cup team and Silver Cup team!"

"The two teams will undergo the most rigorous selection, and your eyes will no longer be limited to the school."

"You should have a broader vision and battlefield. You have to go out, go to the British event, go to the European event, go to the American event!" Lockhart swayed as if going crazy, shaking his fingers enchantingly all the way up , "You are going straight to the sky!"

"I think that's what Quidditch is all about."

"Unrestrained, full of blood, full of competition and hard work."

"Here, I want to announce the leading teachers of the two teams. They will take our school team to the world to win the honor of our school."

"Mrs. Hooch, Silver Cup Team!" With Lockhart's chanting, all the students burst into flames and chanted frantically.

Madam Hooch was stunned for a moment and looked around. How can you say that the Jinbei team should also be herself?

Who else?

Who else!

"Professor McGonagall!" Lockhart saw everyone expecting him to speak, smiled mysteriously, and shouted loudly, "Gold Cup team!"

"Professor McGonagall!"

The vice-principal's long-term dedication to the school finally showed her hidden prestige at this moment, and no matter which college students were, they were shouting her name wildly.

Professor McGonagall grinned, a little proud, a little moved, a little hilarious, and quickly turned serious, just stood up and nodded lightly.

Oh, Lockhart has become much more pleasing to the eye at this time. This young man who knows how to watch words actually knows that she has some kind of fanatical love for Quidditch?

"Quiet! Quiet!" Lockhart waved his hands. "You might say, oh, Headmaster, what about the Academy Cup?"

"It's easy!"

"We will give a comprehensive score based on the performance of each member of the team and the overall record. I think Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch will have good ideas about this."

Another frantic and noisy shouting.

When everyone calmed down, Lockhart started acting again.

"I saw it, I saw it, not every student is so excited." He smiled and nodded at the long table of the four colleges in front of the podium, "Yes, after all, not every student likes Quidditch."

"So, what about knowledge? What about glory? How about proving yourself?"

He clapped his palms again, the door of the auditorium slowly opened, and a beautiful blonde girl with glasses walked in. She was wearing a gorgeous emerald green dress, walking enchantingly along the middle aisle, as if she was going to get married Go to the podium.

"Rita Skeeter! Your Ravenclaw classmate, used to be a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Lockhart raised his eyebrows, "Yes, once!"

"From today, she will be editor-in-chief of The Hogwarts Journal, and she promises to spread its glory around the world."

"And you will be free to form a magic interest study group and contribute to the newspaper in the name of the group. Every member of your group will gain a resounding reputation all over the world because of his wisdom."

"Everyone will cheer for you and your family will be proud of you!"

exploded.

The entire auditorium exploded.

Everyone was shouting wildly, talking loudly, and imagining a better future.

"Lower grade students, you will be honored to spend this wonderful school time with me."

"Senior students, you need to be urgent, this is a wonderful opportunity, if you plan to have a good job after graduation, maybe you should be more actively involved now, to win Quidditch, to write a An article that shocked the world!"

An hour ago, everyone was pessimistically discussing how bad this school was going to be, and an hour later, everyone was gearing up to shine.

This pushy principal seems to have won the love of almost everyone in such a short period of time.

Yes, almost.

In the horizontal row at the back of the Slytherin long table by the door, there was only Anton sitting alone, and a schadenfreude burst into a smile.

Anton turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "Hahaha, what should I do, Dumbledore, you have become a substitute!"

He laughed wickedly, and grinned backwards and forwards.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, you are finished, you have screwed up, hahaha, you can't go back."

Dumbledore rubbed the ring on his finger, looked silently at Lockhart who was talking non-stop on the podium, smacked his mouth, and turned to look at Anton, "What advice did you give him?"

Anton laughed so much that his stomach hurt. He couldn't help but slapped the table hard.

"Hahaha, Dumbledore, aren't you very unwilling, don't you care? Why are you so upset now? Wow, don't you really care about the position of Hogwarts headmaster?"

"Show your true nature!"

Old Deng picked up a candy from the table, threw it into his mouth and chewed it hard, and said bitterly, "It's the idea you gave him!"

"Unfortunately, it really isn't."

Dumbledore blinked blankly.

The corners of Anton's mouth twitched, staring at Dumbledore, "Are you underestimating people? He never had anything, nothing, and became a best-selling author all the way."

"You don't think you only need a little bit of a story to get to this point, do you?"

Anton looked at Lockhart on the podium in amazement, "Although he is a weak chicken, he is indeed a man with vision, experience and ideas."

Given a stage, it suddenly became so dazzling.

Fate is wonderful.

Dumbledore stared blankly at the new headmaster, with mixed feelings, and finally turned into a sly smile, "Alright, such a young headmaster, I hope he can bring a different atmosphere to Hogwarts~www .mtlnovel.com~ He has devoted almost all his life to Hogwarts, and has long regarded it as his home, so how could he not want it to become better.

But ah, why is Mao's heart so uncomfortable!

He glared at An Dong angrily, "Smile, you know how to laugh."

"Hahahaha..." Anton turned his face to face him, and laughed even louder.

Old Deng grabbed a handful of candy from the plate with a displeased face, stood up forcefully, turned around and went back to the school infirmary.

He knew that McGonagall and the others would come to him later, and then, and then he had to tell them, it's alright, let's make great achievements under the leadership of the new principal?

He is now full of grass.

Very grassy.

Anton smiled, turned his head to stare at Lockhart, and shook his head, "Unfortunately, if there is no Voldemort, let you stay in front of you all the time, it's hard to say that the school will really become a lot more interesting."

There are two more Voldemorts in the school hiding in the shadows of the grass.

What a pity.

After Dumbledore slaughtered them, the unparalleled prestige would definitely easily send him back to the original headmaster position?

If Dumbledore cared about the position.

Anton can empathize, this feeling of being stolen from someone's home is definitely exciting enough.

Dumbledore, do you still want to die? Do you dare to go fishing now? Come on, hahaha.

quack quack...

So funny.

Anton simply jumped on the chair and roared wildly, "Lockhart, Lockhart, Lockhart..."

So everyone shouted the principal's name wildly.

The cries converged into the ocean.

Dumbledore raised the candy in his hand angrily, "Don't eat it!"

Chapter end

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