Although Hagrid looks big, he is actually very gentle at heart.
Arthur, whose face was covered with bruises, was gently put back on the ground.
As for Lucius, whose nose was bleeding, he was thrown away like a rag.
"Well done, Hagrid!"
"Very good!" Lucius bent down and stood up, covering his nose, "You are all very good!"
Narcissa, who had been protecting Draco the whole time, stepped forward and said, "Don't even think about hurting him again!"
Arthur smiled contemptuously, "Malfoy, have you fallen so far that you rely on women for protection?"
Lucius took Narcissa's hand and said, "Weasley, just wait! I'm not done with you!"
After walking a few steps, he turned around and limped back.
The snake-head cane fell nearby, but it was as badly deformed as the old textbook in his hand.
This is a high-end customized model that Lucius inherited from his old father and couldn't even afford to sell the Weasley family.
Draco trotted over and picked up the cane.
"Dad, can we-"
"Calm down, they are happy too early."
With Narcissa's support, Lucius tightened his left hand holding the old textbook.
Just when he was about to return it, Lockhart, who had been hiding somewhere just now, appeared.
"Merlin, how could you start a fight over my signature?"
He covered his chest in pain, "What you did really makes me heartbroken."
"Pfft——" Hagrid quickly shut his mouth.
Judging from Lucius's face, which was about to turn blue, the damage caused by these words was far greater than Arthur's.
"Excuse me, please give me a chance."
Lockhart didn't seem to understand the hypocrisy in his smile, "How can this be done? I must take responsibility for you!"
He pulled out his 9-inch long, expensive cherry wood wand.
"Don't worry, my technique is very good, you won't feel any pain."
A slightly sulky Lucius was about to refuse when Lockhart had already recited the spell.
"Heal quickly——" Two magic spells, one up and one down, hit the nose and crotch respectively.
He didn't know where the "click" sound came from, and Lucius clasped his legs and immediately covered his nose, which was gushing blood like a fountain.
The sound and the amount of bleeding made everyone present, both grown men and young boys, subconsciously clench their legs together with him.
"Draco, hold on to your dad!"
Lucius was very fortunate that the clothes he wore had certain anti-magic effects.
I saved it, but my thighs and nose were burning with pain.
His eyes were filled with resentment.
"Ah - I seem to have exerted too much force." Lockhart raised his wand again without any embarrassment.
"No need." Lucius stopped him with an irresistible tone.
"Thank you for your help, Professor."
"It's all what I should do." Lockhart, who felt good about himself, stepped forward and opened his arms.
There's nothing that an idol's hug can't solve.
If there is, then get another one.
Under half of Lucius's face, there was an extremely sinister smile.
"Mr. Malfoy, I never thought you would be a fan of my books."
"Ah, yes."
"Is this your son?" Lockhart caressed Draco's forehead, "Merlin, he is as handsome as you!"
"Yes, it's the same." Lucius endured his nausea and took out his left hand that was blocked by his cloak.
"Professor, please help me return this book to that little girl."
"It's my pleasure." Lockhart took the crumpled "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration".
The Malfoys are gone.
Although he is no longer noble and elegant, he is still quite confident and calm.
Vincent, who was standing in front of Ginny, had no time to retreat.
"Wow - isn't this our hero?" He was hugged tightly by Lockhart.
Fred and George laughed unkindly.
Harry and Ron could barely hold it in.
Percy was holding in very well.
Hermione didn't smile, and her frowning little head didn't know what she was thinking.
"Since we have met, why don't we take a photo together?"
This kind of black history makes Vincent feel embarrassed just thinking about it.
"Professor Lockhart, I have something more important to do." He stretched out his big hands and hugged himself, "I won't waste your precious time."
His body looks smaller, but his strength is more than one size larger.
While Lockhart was doubting himself, Vincent had already moved away from his parents.
"Ah this——"
He turned around as if he didn't notice anything was wrong, "It seems that Wayne was really in a hurry, and he even forgot to buy the book.
It’s okay, I’ll give him a collector’s edition.”
…
…
"Ah!" Vincent sneezed loudly as he walked out of Diagon Alley.
He pulled his parents and trotted back to the car, "It must be Lockhart!"
It's not scary to be remembered, what's scary is that the person is shameless.
Forcibly rubbing the heat, or the kind of hard rubbing.
"He has a sweet mouth." Evelin, who was in the passenger seat, turned back, "No wonder he is so popular with women."
"It's quite naughty." Eric started the car, "I don't know if he did it on purpose just now."
Vincent is learning to cast spells without a wand, and it can be seen that the gestures of the two healing spells are very soft.
It looks very standard, but there is no trace of intentionality.
Grindelwald once told him that every wizard has fixed characteristics when chanting spells and casting spells.
The lightness, weight, and length of the pronunciation, the micro-movements between the wrist and the wand.
If Lockhart was intentional, these features are a bit too light and soft.
Children have little fighting experience, and fans bring their own filters, so it is really unlikely that they will see this flaw.
"Oh, it turns out to be an embroidered pillow." Eric registered the gear and gently stepped on the accelerator.
"It's not like this." Vincent smiled evilly and stretched his little head forward, "Dad, aren't you jealous of other people's fame again?"
"He doesn't deserve it!"
"At least there are a lot of adventures in his books."
"Maybe it's all made up." Eric put his stretched out little head back on the back seat.
Vincent simply collapsed in the back seat, "They are not stupid, they would have been washed away if they dared to do this."
Evelin stretched out her hand and patted his forehead, "Sit down quickly, maybe he just exposed his flaw on purpose?"
Vincent sat down obediently, "I always feel that this was set up by Professor Dumbledore."
Last semester, Quirrell taught students not to judge books by their appearance. What can Lockhart teach them?
"Your principal is not a politician like Fudge. He probably wants you to see what a person trapped in fame will live like."
What Eric said makes sense.
But Vincent always felt that something was wrong, "Dad, this class is very suitable for you."
"Get out!" Eric sped up the car slightly, "Do you know that 'virtue is not worthy of its place'? This is an idiom from the ancient East."
"As expected of a top graduate from Eton!"
"Your new professor is not simple anyway."
Rita's news fits Lockhart's character perfectly.
Judging from today's performance, even if Vincent selectively ignores him, there is a high probability that he will be shamelessly ignored.
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