"So … the other question is easy to explain." Harry picked up the book again.
He turned to Collapse! On that page. "Why does Xenophilius Lovegood know about Jia Mei's Blessing?"
"Yeah …" Kamia shrugged.
"Because of Pandora."
Pandora Lovegood, Collapse! The author of.
"So, the fire wasn't an accident, right?" Harry frowned slightly. "I thought you were the arsonist.
Now it seems that it was Mr. Lovegood.
He should know something … or rather,
Pandora knows something? "
But Kamia didn't seem to want to continue talking to Harry.
She scratched her hair impatiently.
She got up and wanted to go out.
Harry quickly stopped her. "Wait a minute.
You can't just leave like this! " Harry felt that if he missed this opportunity, he might not ask so directly again. "So what happened in the Babel Library? What did Maya do? And — about all this.
About this world.
About the symbol. Yes, that symbol.
The symbol I saw on the title page of every book.
What does it mean? "
"The most important thing is …" The boy stared at Kamia. "What are you going to do?"
The female professor looked back at Harry for a while, expressionless. Then she turned around and opened the door. At the same time, she whispered, "All you need to know is that this world is real."
Harry frowned slightly. Then he heard, "By the way, Polly, remember to change into your dress. We will continue rehearsing from today onwards!"
This was a breakdown. But it didn't matter. Harry looked out the window. The bright light fell on the calm black lake. It was really sunny.
The news of the return of the Professor of Literature cheered the entire Hogwarts up a little, mainly because Lockhart's classes were so unbearable. He turned every class into a "Lockhart's Appreciation of Great Works Class" and required students to write an 800-word review. Well, it was fine if they just had to copy two paragraphs of praise and help each other out. But things were always like this: inequality was not a problem of scarcity, but rather, inequality. While they were making up nonsense here, first-year Ginny Weasley didn't have to hand in her homework. What was going on?
Thinking of some rumors in the school some time ago, everyone looked at Ginny strangely. Even Professor Mcgonagall couldn't help but remind Lockhart, "Our school has always paid attention to fairness, justice, and openness." Lockhart, however, only cared about tidying up his blonde curly hair. He laughed and explained, "Ginevra has more important homework to do!"
Professor Mcgonagall frowned. She had a good impression of Ginny. She was cheerful, lively, and loved to laugh. She was good in all her studies. She didn't want her to be involved in the ridiculous rumors. "Anyway, Professor Lockhart, since Kamia is back, you should teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class well."
Lockhart smiled noncommittally. Then he shook his shoulders and went out to find his Ginevra.
Ginny, who had been excused from her homework, was sitting at the top of Gryffindor's tower. Her legs hung over the edge, and her dark red leather boots tapped lightly on the brick wall. The weather was good today, and the evening wind had a hint of warmth. Ginny wore the hair band given to her by Hermione, so that her long hair wouldn't get blown to her face and block her vision.
When Lockhart climbed up, Jenny was still writing something on a piece of parchment. She had already used the Encyclopedia of Magic Spells to cover a thick stack of parchment with words.
Lockhart sat down beside Ginny and greeted her with a smile, "Hey, Ginevra!"
Ginny didn't raise her head. She only pursed her lips, and then said rudely, "Hey, idiot Professor Lockhart!"
Lockhart looked surprised. "Is that how they usually address me?"
"No, they usually call you an idiot, a psychopath, a narcissist, a has-been best-selling author, Professor Lockhart."
"You … You've hurt my fragile little heart!" Lockhart clutched his left chest in pain.
However, Ginny had already finished writing the last word. She put down her pen and looked up at Lockhart seriously. She said sincerely, "No, Professor, your little heart must still be alive and happy."
"As expected of Ginevra ~" Lockhart took the piece of parchment from Ginny's hand, and then took all the parchments in his hand. He slowly flipped through them, sighing softly from time to time.
Ginny hummed a song for a while. Seeing that Lockhart didn't seem to have anything to say for the time being, she stepped on the edge of the wall and stood up. She slowly walked forward on the wall that was less than twenty centimeters wide. This was almost the highest point in the Hogwarts Castle. She could see the plains and houses in the distance. The setting sun was slowly setting behind her, and the flame-like sunset had already melted into the ripples of the black lake. The wind blew at the girl's robe, as if it wanted to drag her body to a higher place. Ginny couldn't help but close her eyes and open her hands, feeling the transcendental mysterious power until Lockhart came back to his senses. He carried the girl, who was on the verge of falling, down.
"Ginevra! What are you doing? "
Ginny, who had landed on the ground, opened her eyes after a long time. She looked at the shocked blond man in front of her strangely and tilted her head. "I …"
"Who are you?" Lockhart grabbed the girl's shoulders and shook her, asking loudly.
"I am … Ginny … Pan …" Ginny was confused for a moment, then she shook her head violently. "I am Ginny, Ginny Weisles!"
"Okay, Ginevra!" Lockhart stuffed the stack of parchments into his robe, then pulled Ginny towards the stairs. "We should go to the theater. Today, both your group and my group have rehearsals."
When Ginny rushed to the wooden cabin backstage, Kamia had yet to arrive. Drac and Ron were tormenting "Polly" who was wearing a wig and a floral dress. One of them was saying, "No, your eyes are not on point!" The other was saying, "This floral dress is too conservative. Why don't you pull the collar a little to the side and … uh, reveal half of your shoulders?"
Harry was so angry that his whole body trembled. He picked up the prop flower baskets beside him, put one on each of their heads, and kicked them away. "Go find your own partners!"
Hermione, who had come to watch, was acting as an off-site guide. Seeing this, she shook her head and sighed. "Harry, you can't do this. How can a girl just lift her leg and kick casually? Even her underwear is showing! "
Harry, who was ashamed and angry, glared at Hermione. Do you look like a girl just casually peeping under someone's skirt?
This simple crew had not had many formal rehearsals since its establishment. They had only gathered together to discuss the script once, and simply divided the plot. Then, two people would be partners. For example, the blind captain Ginny and the stunner Harry, the old virgin candy shop owner Pansy and the old bachelor tailor shop owner Ron, the old widower Drac and the old widow Luna.
Because the lines of the last two groups were relatively simple, everyone discussed and practiced the scenes of Pansy and Ron before Kamia arrived. "Ginny, are you ready?"
Ginny had already changed into her own costume. She read the script again and nodded to show that she was always ready.
Even the scenes of Pansy and Ron relied on Ginny's long narration to connect the plot.
"… From where I'm standing, I can hear the candy shop owner, Miss Price, dreaming of her lover in the dark spring night on Bird and Clam Street …" Captain Kate sat in the corner of the stage and introduced the dream with a hoarse voice.
Miss Milfanwei Price, who was wearing silk pajamas, slowly walked up from the side of the stage. She put her hands on her lower abdomen and closed her eyes, indicating that she was still in the dream.
"… That person was tall, like the bell tower of a small town. He was very strong, and his mouth was as sweet as honey. He had strong thighs and hot skin. His voice was as low as muffled thunder. His chest muscles were irresistible, and his eyes were like angry blowtorches …"
Stepping on Captain Kate's series of praises, the person who walked up the stage was not Will Smith, but the tailor shop owner, who was wearing striped pajamas and even a nightcap. Although his steps were as graceful as dance steps, he reached out to the candy shop owner in a gentlemanly manner. "Miss Milfanwei Price …"
Miss Price's voice also sounded like it was soaked in syrup. "Mr. Mogg Edwards …"
Mr. Edwards, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, showed an intoxicated expression. "I am a cloth merchant who is crazy for love. My love for you is more than any cotton fabric, velvet, white cotton, corduroy, jacquard, coarse cotton …"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Harry, who was out of breath from laughing, quickly interrupted Ron's recital. "Are you putting 'Cloth Seller' here? Don't laugh at the stage! "
Ron, who had long arms and legs, twisted his body a few times on the stage. He felt that his pajamas seemed to have shrunk by three inches.
Pansy looked at the lace silk pajamas on his body and was not very comfortable. He said, "Then are we still going to line up?"
"No, no, let Malfoy and the others go first!" Ron pulled off his funny pajamas and hat, went down the stage and sat down beside Harry. He complained, "What kind of lines are these!"
Drac was changing into her clothes and preparing to go on stage. Hearing Ron's complaints, she could not help but mock, "You can't even say your lines. Why don't you put on Potter's dress and be a vase?"
Ron immediately retorted, "You're just being sarcastic. Of course you can say good lines to Luna, but I'm facing Pa …"
Although Harry stopped Ron in time and did not let him finish his words, and Ron immediately reacted, blushing and stuttering in embarrassment, Drac's face immediately turned cold. Pansy also put on his robe with an ugly expression.
"Parkinson's …" Hermione saw that Pansy was pulling a long face and wanted to leave. She immediately got up and wanted to stop her, but when she turned her head and saw Ron blushing but not saying a word, she retracted her hand and handed the tie Pansy left behind to him. Pansy took the tie and glanced at Hermione without saying a word.
Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a dead end, the door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a certain someone appeared first. "Hey, children, how are you today?"
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