The activities of the drama club attracted the attention of the entire school, and a small group of people involved in it fell into an awkward situation.
Walking in the corridors of the Hogwarts, from time to time, people around them would talk about which group was rehearsing which play.
Then, someone would kindly and curiously ask, "Hey, where's your group?"
So, whether it was Drac or Ron, they had to perfunctorily walk away.
Then, they ran to the small wooden house in the Union Building.
Only to find that it was empty.
"Where's Potter?" Drac couldn't believe that Harry had run away just like that.
Ron didn't know either, so he could only take out his contact list and Harry.
[Buying Broadway Discussion Group]
Second Knight: YOU-KNOW-WHO
Where are you? Come on ~ Have fun ~
First Prince: = =
YOU-KNOW-WHO:... You're in detention
Second Knight:??? Who did it???
YOU-KNOW-WHO:... Professor Snape
Second Knight: Okay... Where's my sister??? Monkey Wine Jin Xiaomei
Second Knight: And my brother-in-law, I heard that the moon is crazy
I heard that the moon is crazy: Ginny was taken away by Professor Lockhart
I heard that the moon is crazy: If you want to ask me where I am
I heard that the moon is crazy: I'm feeding Tommy milk
Second Knight:...
First Prince: = Trembling hands typo Pansy?
Trembling hands typo typo: I saw that Potter is in detention
Trembling hands typo: So I'm not coming
First Prince: = =
(The "First Prince" had angrily left the group chat)
While Ron and Drac looked at each other,
Harry was indeed in detention in Snape's cellar,
And he was very willing to be locked up. It wasn't that he deliberately avoided the drama club's rehearsal, but that he woke up on Monday morning and touched the class schedule at the bedside,
And found that the first class was actually Potions.
If we go back a few chapters, we'll find that he blatantly skipped the first Potions class of the semester for some reason,
And he didn't make up for it afterwards. Then,
This meant that he had blatantly skipped an entire week of potions classes.
Here, please allow Harry to make a shouting expression.
Therefore,
Of course,
When Harry sneaked into the potions classroom, he was greeted with a wave of anger from Snape. "Ha, let's see. Isn't this the famous savior Potter? So, what brings you here — to the class of a lowly Potions Professor? Or are you here to submit your exemption certificate? What? No? Does that mean that Potter is so great that he doesn't need the professor's permission to skip classes for no reason? "
After a round of venom spraying, Harry was given a whole week of detention. And it was precisely this week that Snape dug out jars of all kinds of gadgets from the "Venomous Bug Ceremony" and handed them all to Harry for him to pinch the heads and tails.
Harry looked at the fluffy or sticky gadgets in front of him and took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself. This is all protein, this is all protein...
At the same time, Ginny was in a much more interesting situation. Although Kamia had helped her escape the "special reward" for the weekend, she still had to attend the Defense Against Black Magic class!
Due to the Cornish elf incident last week, which was fully published by the twins in the "Daily Hogwarts", Lockhart's idolization in the eyes of the students had been greatly reduced. As if to maintain his image in front of this group of first-year wizards, Lockhart was particularly pretentious in this class. His big white teeth shone in the sun — even though the weather outside the window was gloomy and gloomy — he shook his head and sighed in a theatrical tone, "... I know, reporters always run fast. What's more eye-catching than being in the same frame with a famous person? In order to attract attention, sometimes they use rhetoric a little too much. Of course, we can't force them to do that. Yes, yes, they'll say 'he's already an internationally renowned wizard.' But when I was a teenager, I was as ordinary as any of you... "
I believe that, Ginny whispered in her heart. At the same time, she used a quill to scribble on the edge of the textbook.
"What are you writing?" A curious voice suddenly sounded in Ginny's ear. Ginny answered instinctively, "Lockhart..." Then she realized that the golden color in her peripheral vision was not Luna, but Lockhart's hair.
Lockhart's smile did not change. He pretended to admire Ginny's drawing for a moment and gently patted Ginny's head. Then he praised, "I admire your enthusiasm for the professor. How about this, Ginevra, tonight at seven o 'clock, how about we continue the unfinished reward from last week? Shh! You don't have to say anything. I'll wait for you in the office! "
Ginny Flabbergasted Afra's hand jerked, and Afra tore off a page of her textbook.
Just like that, while Harry and the proteins were loving each other, Ginny was in Lockhart's office enjoying the glory of replying to his fans on his behalf. According to Lockhart, this was a rare opportunity to experience the life of a celebrity.
Lockhart's office was filled with portraits of himself. Lockharts of all sizes were walking around in gilded frames, exclaiming exaggeratedly from time to time. If one were to observe carefully, they could see that they were praising each other's beauty. Ginny sat at the desk under the surveillance of these Lockharts and replied to their fans. Other than the portraits, the room was filled with all kinds of shiny things, such as trophies, candlesticks, and fancy ceiling lights. The common characteristic of all of them was that they could reflect light.
Regardless of the quality of his teaching, as a best-selling author, Lockhart was indeed successful. Ginny had already lost count of how many postcards she had signed with "Mwah" and "Love you", but there was still a small mountain of them in front of her. Lockhart, who was sitting opposite her, was also opening pink or light blue envelopes.
Rubbing her eyes, Ginny reached for a fan letter. Seeing that Lockhart did not respond, she plucked up the courage to open it and read, "Dear Mr. Locke, my friend, my government, my religious organization, my husband, yesterday, lightning struck outside my window again — the old wooden window that you know. I can guarantee that the lightning did indeed follow me this time. I suspect that some kind of misfortune is about to befall this town. Oh, to be honest, I hope that it will strike me directly next time. After all, for a miserable sixty-eight-year-old old woman, life is not that good anymore... When the almighty God was giving out strength, beauty, money, and good luck, he must have forgotten about Diana standing behind the door. Otherwise, why would he only give me an old tofu-like nose, a bullfrog-like voice, and a pair of crooked legs? And, dear Mr. Locke, in my sixty-eight-year-old life, I have never felt 'very good' before... "
Lockhart snatched the letter from Ginny's hand, interrupting Ginny's stammering recitation. Ginny was stunned for a moment before a skinny, frowning old lady staggered out of the room. She then looked at Lockhart, who was writing a reply quickly.
Ginny looked down at the envelope in her hand. It was written in the same childish and awkward handwriting as the main body of the letter. The address was Roswart House (in the garage next door).
"Professor Lockhart," Ginny sniffled, "This Diana, who is she? Is she your friend? "
"She's just a fan," Lockhart replied.
However, Ginny did not seem to be satisfied with this answer. She was stunned for a moment, then she put down her pen and leaned on the large desk to read Lockhart's reply to Diana. The one who was being stared at had to stop writing. He looked up at Ginny for a while, blinked his eyes, and smiled, "Ginevra, it seems that postcards can no longer satisfy you, right?"
Ginny nodded affirmatively, then stared at Lockhart, waiting for him to take out a bunch of pink envelopes.
But no, Lockhart reached for the large box on the table that was filled with Rococo sentiments. After a ding, the box opened and Lockhart took out a chocolate ball from it.
Ginny was puzzled, but Lockhart laughed like a comedian, "Have one, Ginevra?"
"No, Professor Lockhart, if..." 'The reward is over, can I go back?'
Ginny had intended to say that, but the chocolate ball that had been handed to her was emitting a particularly tempting fragrance. It was not the sweet smell of chocolate, but... Ginny sniffed gently and distinguished a kind of mild magnolia fragrance, as well as a refreshing licorice fragrance. The girl could not say more, but there was no doubt that they had nothing to do with chocolate.
She looked at Lockhart questioningly, but he just smiled and handed the candy ball to Ginny.
Well, the fearless Gryffindor and Weisles girl took the chocolate ball and threw it into her mouth. Almost without tasting anything, the candy ball melted in her mouth, and Ginny almost choked.
"How's the taste, Ginevra?" Lockhart had already returned to his seat, and even started to write again.
Ginny swallowed the last bit of taste, and saw her face on a candlestick opposite her. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were frighteningly bright. Her expression was like crying and laughing at the same time, as if too many emotions were fighting for the right to speak. Other than the rustling of Lockhart's quill, only Ginny's rapid breathing could be heard in the room.
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