Chapter 43: Hold on, I Can't Hold It Anymore! (Please Read On)

Chapter 43 I have to hold it back, I can’t hold it in any longer! (Please read~)

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

He rushed over excitedly and enthusiastically.

The lustful, longing, and hot look 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 stepped back, allowing him to catch the opportunity.

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

Just like Professor Flitwick said.

He is a piece of shit.

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

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

This look was like a drop of cold water, which made Lockhart calm down a lot. He smiled dazzlingly: "Excellent wizards always attract each other, don't they?"

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

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

"You also sent a few people to follow me. When I show up, I will report to you as soon as possible?"

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

Harry approached him.

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

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my waist.

Something pressed against him, stinging his skin.

He looked down.

It's a kitchen knife with a sharp edge.

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

Lockhart stiffened and his voice was low and panicked: "What do you want to do!"

knife!

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

Still against the waist.

Did he want to kill himself?

"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.

"Of course." Lockhart nodded quickly in agreement.

Harry immediately withdrew the knife.

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief, his body went limp, he staggered twice, and managed to stand upright.

"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..."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

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

"It's really a shame that he doesn't want to be exposed to the camera."

The crowd of onlookers, especially women.

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.

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

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

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, internationally renowned..." He announced his long list of ostentatious titles, his teeth gleaming with pride, "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!”

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

inside the house.

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

A red light shot out.

The precision fell on Lockhart - the "charming wizard" with a title longer than Dumbledore's name was not prepared for anything. His legs gave out and he stumbled to the ground.

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!" Hermione exclaimed after witnessing this scene.

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

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

"Like a Muggle star."

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 feces into Dumbledore's brain."

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

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

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

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

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

Harry 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?"

Hermione was confused: "Huh?"

"Look at this paragraph." Harry pointed to the text above and read it out. "Werewolves who transform on a full moon night will lose their minds and attack the people around them."

"But our dear readers, we must remember that the silver bullets of the Muggle world's superstition cannot kill it."

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

"Of course, the magic power must be higher than the opponent's, and after it is used, the werewolf cannot be allowed to see the moon again."

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

"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."

Behind him, Ron was tiptoeing, his face full of excitement, and he was preparing to scare Harry. Instead, he was frightened by Harry and fell to the ground: "Oh, your ears are so good!"

"I have set my steps very, very lightly..."

Harry closed the book: "Why are you here now?"

"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!"

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

"It's not Draco Malfoy, it's Lucius Malfoy, old Malfoy." Ron bared his teeth and described the scene, "My dad beat him terribly!"

"A left hook..."

Hermione waved her hand and sighed: "My luck is really bad today. Harry almost beat up Lockhart."

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

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

"He's so... ostentatious."

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

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

Ron was stunned.

"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?"

"Five to one." Hermione replied casually, "Why are you asking? You are not short of galleons."

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

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 interrupted her: "I borrowed twenty pounds from Uncle Vernon and I have to pay him back."

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

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

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

Legnac also crafted the leather armor well.

Although this old goblin was not very clear-headed, he had no choice in his craftsmanship. Among all the blacksmiths Harry had ever seen, he was the most skilled.

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

It's also very comfortable to wear.

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

He was busy and continued to light the stove.

"Harry, do you really want it to continue using the stove?" Flitwick was a little worried. "I thought it was nothing at first, but in the past month, it has collected a bunch of ore from nowhere..."

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

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

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

"He won't be arrested by the Ministry of Magic, right?" Harry was a little worried. For such a useful goblin, if he only made one transaction, he always felt like he was losing money.

"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."

Harry reassured: "That's good."

School is about to start in half a month.

Harry urged Professor Flitwick to train himself more rigorously.

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.

September 1st.

Hedwig was busy, he wanted to send a letter to Ron and ask Mr. Weasley to burn bridges.

He had to send another letter to Vernon, return the money and the kitchen knife, and at the same time urge Petunia to make two pounds of owl rations before chasing the train and returning to Harry.

School starts this year.

The atmosphere was unusual.

In addition to Hagrid, there were also Professors McGonagall, Professor Snape, and... Lockhart, who was wearing bright purple and wearing a trademark smile.

Thanks to Dawn Shadow, Jiraiya, and RICHIE for the rewards!

Thanks to the book friend whose tail number is 1072 for the reward!

Thanks to Starting Titan for the reward!

The third update will be tomorrow, I will slow down for QAQ today