I have to hold it back, I can’t hold it in anymore! (Please read~)

Lockhart stood up and pushed away the crowd: "Please give in."

He rushed over excitedly and enthusiastically.

The lustful, longing, and hot gaze in his eyes was so substantial that it could almost burn the skin.

He reached out to grab Harry's arm and pull him into his arms.

Harry took a step back, letting him catch the opportunity.

"What do you want to do?" Harry looked at him coldly.

Just like what Professor Flitwick said.

He is a piece of shit.

The perfume on her body smells pungent, and her magic power is pitifully sparse.

They bought books and went to the pet store to buy the best owl food for Hedwig - Hedwig dismissed this and did much worse than Petunia.

He looked down.

Hermione was arrogant and parroted: "I will teach Harry how to become a qualified charming wizard."

Hermione waved her hand and sighed: "Today's luck is really bad. Harry almost beat up Lockhart."

"Of course." Lockhart nodded in agreement.

"He is indeed a bit exaggerated." Hermione sighed, seeing that no one outside came in to hold him accountable, but only asked Lockhart concernedly, and felt relieved, "I didn't expect him to be like this..."

Still on the waist.

Legnac also crafted the leather armor well.

"But our dear readers, we must remember that the silver bullets superstitious in the Muggle world cannot kill it."

Hermione hesitated. After she lost her trust in Lockhart, it would be difficult to rebuild it: "This sounds incredible."

"Professor Flitwick told me something about your past." Harry looked at him calmly, "You want me to talk to you here?"

"Exchange twenty pounds for me. Should I give you four galleons?" Harry took out his wallet and counted out four gold galleons.

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my waist.

Harry comforted him: "Don't worry, Professor, I have already made an agreement with Ron."

He didn't realize that this was the effect of the curse. He just thought it was because he was frightened by Harry, so he thought out of his wits and found an excuse to explain.

Harry approached him.

"I'm charming and handsome..." Harry paused and glanced over this paragraph, "There is a way to temporarily control the werewolf, and that is the Humanoid Restoration Curse, which can force the werewolf to turn into a human form."

The precise move fell on Lockhart - the "charming wizard" with a title longer than Dumbledore's name was caught off guard. His legs gave out and he stumbled to the ground.

in the house.

"He is really waiting for you." Hermione was surprised, trotting next to Harry, lowering her voice, "But how could it be, he shouldn't need..."

Hermione shook her head and blushed a little: "No, I still have enough money, I just need to buy less extracurricular books, but with Mrs. Potter's notes, I..."

Harry couldn't hold it back and pulled out his wand: "I feel so relieved!"

"He's so... ostentatious."

"Harry, Hermione, you should go to Flourish Blossom Academy with us." Speaking of this, Ron became excited and sat down on another chair, "My dad and Malfoy got into a fight!"

"I want to use my reputation to get ahead, oh, to become more famous."

"Ah, oh..." Hermione opened her mouth and nodded awkwardly, "That's it, then I'll send you the money when I get home."

It's a kitchen knife with a sharp edge.

Harry casually flipped through Lockhart's book and was a little surprised when he saw a passage in it: "Our Professor Lockhart doesn't seem to be a complete idiot?"

Harry looked expressionless and took back his wand: "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

They sat in the ice cream shop until the afternoon and then went home.

"You also sent a few people to follow me and report to you as soon as I show up?"

Ron was stunned.

Lockhart thought he had changed his mind and reached out to greet the cameraman behind him.

Did he want to kill himself?

"Come on, Harry, let's take a picture and remember this great moment guided by fate!"

The troll's skin is not good-looking, but after being mixed with silver and iron, it glows with a dull dark gray color and has lines like water waves.

"I will teach our little savior, the little lion king of Gryffindor, how to become a qualified charming wizard."

"We are just here to buy textbooks. You can continue your autograph signing and don't involve me, okay?" Harry said softly, with a slight force in his hand, the tip of the knife pierced his robe.

What happened to this little wizard carrying such a dangerous thing with him?

Although this old goblin was not very clear-headed, he was not very good at craftsmanship. Among all the blacksmiths Harry had ever seen, he was the most skilled.

September 1st.

He was busy and continued to light the stove.

"A left hook..."

From four or five in the morning to ten at night - Flitwick felt that his level had improved a lot for a long time. This was not only training Harry, but also training himself.

"When the holidays are over, the Ministry of Magic will search his home."

Flitwick nodded: "Oh, that's a really good idea."

School starts in half a month.

She also felt that there was something wrong with Dumbledore's choice.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed after witnessing this scene with her own eyes.

Harry was indifferent and resisted: "The fate you are talking about means that since the Hogwarts owl sent the letter, it has been holding book signings non-stop."

Lockhart's body froze, and his voice was low and panicked: "What do you want to do!"

Lockhart's face froze, and he laughed dryly: "You are really a qualified Gryffindor, you are so humorous!"

"Really?" Ron was even more excited, "Why was it so close? That idiot..."

Harry urged Professor Flitwick to train himself more rigorously.

"I actually cast the spell," Harry corrected, "but he didn't notice it, so he didn't start a fight."

"I'll ask Professor Flitwick when I get back." Harry closed the book, turned around, and looked over, "Ron, your footsteps are too heavy. If you want to play a prank, you can ask your brother for advice."

Hedwig flew to Hermione's head angrily and started pecking again.

"No." Flitwick shook his head, "What do you mean...it's also a descendant of the Goblin King. The Ministry of Magic doesn't dare to do that yet."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Mr. Weasley also has the habit of bullying children?" Harry was stunned.

"Like a Muggle star."

Not much better than the wizard he dealt with in Hogsmeade, who only stole money from young wizards.

"He has never thought about how to become a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Hermione patted the table lightly, "A book costs five galleons, and it is full of words he boasts about.

What a waste.”

Speaking of money, Harry thought of something: "Hermione, what is the exchange rate for Galleons in Gringotts?"

Sitting in front of the ice cream shop, waiting for Ron.

Harry sighed: "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class had another bad result. I suspect that Professor Snape really put a piece of shit in Dumbledore's brain."

"This is my best craft!" Legnac was very proud. "You have to use it well."

It is also very comfortable to wear.

"But -" Lockhart drawled, "I have some extremely lucky news to tell you."

After pecking Hermione a few more times, she reluctantly accepted it.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, internationally renowned..." He announced his long list of grandiose titles with pride, his teeth flashing, "I am honored to receive the letter from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Invitation to serve as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts starting from this school year!"

It would be great if he could report to the newspaper more often and see more of his photos.

"Harry!" Hermione corrected him, "You can't say that about Professor Snape."

"I have stepped very lightly, very lightly..."

Lockhart quickly returned to his original state, boasting to the crowd of onlookers: "Our savior is a shy little boy."

They let out a sigh of relief. They had just noticed that Potter was also very handsome, with a wild beauty that Lockhart did not have.
To be continued...