The fireworks exploded, and among the fireworks in full bloom, Lockhart, with a bright smile on his face, walked to the center of the rostrum with steps that he did not recognize.
"I think..." Lockhart looked at everyone looking at him, his smile became brighter, his white teeth gleaming, and he raised his hand high.
"It's time to make some changes!"
Snapped!
A handsome snap of the fingers.
Magic surged along the rostrum all the way to the gate, because the decoration of Gryffindor, which won the House Cup last year, instantly changed, and the decorations of the four major houses appeared at the same time.
This is a moment like never before at Hogwarts.
The flags of every college are so obvious and dazzling.
"I hope that this school not only belongs to a certain college, but also to everyone." This charming man in a lavender wizard robe waved his arms and gave a speech in an extremely exaggerated manner, "From today on, every student
Everyone can find their own place in the academy!"
"Everyone should shine with their own light!"
He raised his fingers and said in an earnest and instructive manner, "You should only remember one title, Hogwarts. Instead of narrowly framing yourselves under the name of a college, hating each other, and being hostile to each other, which makes things worse.
It’s so smoky!”
Lockhart walked back and forth in front of the podium, "Those people outside the school, ha, they don't understand what education is at all, they only care about some messy things."
"Oh, Lockhart!" He clasped his hands, stared at his chin, and raised his head with a sad look, "Where are you going to take Hogwarts?"
"Ha, Lockhart!" He spread his hands and looked downcast, "You're going to mess everything up."
"Hey, Lockhart!" He pointed forward angrily, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Don't you want to follow the old path of Grindelwald? Don't you want to follow the old path of You-Know-Who? No, no.
Will you?"
Bang, he put his hands on the podium and stared at all the students seriously.
"No, they don't understand. They only know how to stand in line." Lockhart sneered, "Go ahead and stand in line. Listen, you students, you are still young and you don't understand anything. Don't think about it.
What’s the point of taking sides!”
"I'm fed up with all this, all they have in their heads is this dirty stuff!"
"Learn! Magic! Live! This is what you have to do!"
"You will usher in the most unique principal in the history of Hogwarts. I, Lockhart, will let everyone know what a principal should do!"
It's loud and clear.
Everyone stared at this gorgeous man in stunned silence, yes, everyone, even the other professors looked at each other.
Lockhart clapped his hands, and Filch, who was under the rostrum, quickly ran up holding two huge trophies.
"Starting from today, I will abolish the Quidditch game among the four major colleges!"
Everyone under the podium suddenly became noisy, and some students even stood up directly.
"No!" Lockhart raised his index finger and shook it, "No, dear classmate, I haven't spoken to you yet, please sit down."
"You all sit down, sit down."
His expression was so serious that the entire auditorium fell silent.
"I said, I don't want to see the colleges hating each other!"
"From now on, there are only two Quidditch teams left." He held a trophy in one hand and smiled brightly, "The Gold Cup team and the Silver Cup team!"
"The two teams will go through the most stringent 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 and go to events in the UK, Europe, and America!" Lockhart shook his head as if going crazy, wagging his fingers all the way up in an enchanting way.
, "You have to soar straight to the sky!"
"I think this is the meaning of Quidditch."
"Unrestrained, full of passion, full of competition and hard work."
"Here, I would like to announce the leading teachers of the two teams. They will lead our school team to win the honor that belongs to our school internationally."
"Mrs. Hooch, Silver Cup Team!" As Lockhart shouted, all the students were fired up and chanted crazily.
Mrs. Huo Qi was stunned for a moment and looked around. She should be on the Gold Cup team, right?
Who else?
Who else!
"Professor McGonagall!" Seeing that everyone was expecting him to speak, Lockhart smiled mysteriously and shouted loudly, "Gold Cup Team!"
"Professor McGonagall!"
"Professor McGonagall!"
"Professor McGonagall!"
The vice-principal's long-term dedication to the school finally showed her hidden prestige at this moment. Students from any college were chanting her name.
Professor McGonagall grinned, a little proud, a little moved, a little secretly happy, and then quickly turned serious, and just stood up and nodded gently.
Oh, Lockhart became much more pleasing to the eye at this time. This young man who knew how to observe people actually knew that she had some kind of fanatical love for Quidditch?
"Quiet! Quiet!" Lockhart waved his hands, "You may 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 fanatical and noisy shouting.
After everyone calmed down, Lockhart started performing again.
"I see, I see, not every student is so excited." He smiled and nodded at the desk of the four university deans in front of the podium, "Yes, after all, not every student likes Quidditch."
"So, how about knowledge? How about glory? How about proving yourself?"
He clapped his hands again, and the door of the auditorium slowly opened, and a girl with beautiful blond hair wearing 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 senior was once a reporter for the Daily Prophet."
Lockhart raised his eyebrows, "Yes, once!"
"From today on, she will be the editor-in-chief of the Hogwarts Daily, and she promises to spread the glory of this newspaper around the world."
"And you will freely form magic interest study groups and contribute articles to newspapers in the name of the group. Each member of your group will gain a resounding reputation all over the world because of their wisdom."
"Everyone will be cheering for you and your families will be proud of you!"
exploded.
The whole auditorium exploded.
Everyone was shouting crazily, talking loudly, and imagining a bright future.
"My junior classmates, you will be grateful to have spent this wonderful school time with me."
"Senior students, you should be impatient. This is a wonderful opportunity. If you plan to have a good job after graduation, maybe you should participate more actively now, win Quidditch, and write a book.
A paper that shocked the world!”
An hour ago, everyone was pessimistically discussing how terrible this school would become. An hour later, everyone was eagerly waiting for the light to shine.
This pushy principal seems to have won the love of almost everyone in such a short period of time.
Yes, almost.
The horizontal position at the back of the long Slytherin table by the door was spacious and only Anton sat alone, bursting into a gloating smile.
Anton turned to look at Dumbledore, "Hahaha, what should I do, Dumbledore, you have become a substitute!"
He laughed so hard that he behaved evilly, and laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward.
"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, you're done, you screwed up, hahaha, you can't go back."
Dumbledore rubbed the ring on his finger, looked silently at Lockhart who kept talking on the podium, smacked his lips, and turned to look at Anton, "What advice did you give him?"
Anton laughed so much that his stomach hurt. He couldn't help it and slapped the table hard.
"Hahaha, Dumbledore, are you unwilling? Don't you care? Why do you look unhappy now? Wow, you don't really care about the position of the principal of Hogwarts, do you?"
"Reveal your true nature!"
Lao Deng picked up a candy from the table, threw it into his mouth, chewed it hard, and said bitterly, "It was you who gave him the idea!"
"It's a pity, it really isn't."
Dumbledore blinked blankly.
The corners of Anton's lips curled up and he stared at Dumbledore, "Are you looking down on people? He went from being nothing to nothing, and became a best-selling author who rose to fame all the way."
"You don't think you can get to this point just by hearing a few stories, do you?"
Anton looked at Lockhart on the podium in amazement, "Although he is a weakling, he is indeed a person with vision, experience and ideas."
Given a stage, it suddenly becomes so eye-catching.
Destiny is really wonderful.
Dumbledore looked at the new principal blankly, with mixed emotions, which eventually turned into a faint smile, "That's fine, such a young principal, I hope he can bring a different atmosphere to Hogwarts."
He has devoted almost all his life to Hogwarts and has long regarded it as his own home. How could he not want it to become better?
But, why is Mao feeling so uncomfortable in his heart!
He glared at Anton in displeasure and said, "Just smile, you know how to laugh."
"Hahahaha..." Anton turned his face to face him and laughed even louder.
"!!!"
Lao Deng grabbed a handful of candies from the plate with a look of displeasure on his face, stood up vigorously, turned around and went back to the school infirmary.
He knew that Mag and others would come to him later, and then, he would have to tell them that it was okay, and that he would strive to create greater glory under the leadership of the new principal?
His heart is now full of grass.
Very grassy.
Anton chuckled, turned to stare at Lockhart, and shook his head, "It's a pity. If it weren't for Voldemort and you were always in front of me, I don't know that school would really be a lot more interesting."
There are two Voldemorts hiding in the shadows of the grass in the school.
What a pity.
After Dumbledore kills them, his unparalleled prestige will definitely easily return him to his original position as headmaster, right?
If Dumbledore cared about this position.
Anton can empathize. This feeling of being robbed of your home is definitely exciting enough.
Dumbledore, do you still want to die now? Do you dare to die just once to go fishing? Come on, hahaha.
Quack, quack…
So funny.
Anton simply jumped on the chair and roared crazily, "Lockhart, Lockhart, Lockhart..."
Then everyone followed and shouted the principal's name.
The cries gathered into an ocean.
"!!!"
Dumbledore raised the candy in his hand bitterly, "I won't eat it!"