Chapter 327: Lockhart's childhood

"My father is a Muggle, my mother is a witch, and I have two older sisters, but they did not inherit the magic of my mother, but I inherited..." Lockhart began to chatter, recalling Start your own childhood.
"She likes me very much." Lockhart's tone is not at all proud of his emotions. Today, it is just a faint fact.
"I'm a wizard and I can go to Hogwarts to go to school, neither of my sisters! It makes me very proud."
"I was vanity at the time, and that emotion was growing in my heart, even though I didn't know it was vanity then." Lockhart said slowly.
"I tried my best to attract people's attention and attract others' attention, which made me satisfied."
"By the way, I could actually go into Slytherin at the time, but I ended up in Ravenclaw."
"I thought I was the best, but I am not." Lockhart's tone at this time was not unwilling, but relieved.
"There, no one was surprised by my natural handsome curly hair."
"Even though I am actually smarter than most other people."
"But I am not satisfied, I want to be the best, otherwise life is meaningless."
"Now it sounds stupid, right."
Hermione felt the same and nodded slightly.
In fact, she is also very pursuit of perfection, all on the excellent transcript, if there is a good when.
She will also be crazy and uncomfortable.
But it seems Lockhart has reached another extreme.
He put all his thoughts on the crowd.
"I did some stupid things to attract their attention."
"I boast to my classmates that I hope to make a magic stone before graduation."
"I also intend to lead the English Quidditch team to win the World Cup and eventually become the youngest Minister of Magic in the UK."
"Nice ideal." Hermione comforted him, not knowing what to do for a while.
It sounds a little fantasy, but out of courtesy, Hermione praised him.
"But shouldn't it be good in the end? After you graduated, you were well known." Hermione recalled and began to list some of his titles.
"Metier 3 Merlin Medal winner, Honorary Member of the Anti-Black Magic League, and won the Witcher Weekly's most charming smile award five times, which is also a great achievement."
"If I say, all my achievements are false?" Lockhart's words startled Hermione.
"Fake?" She repeated once, her eyes on the man again.
"Don't you defeat many evil black magic creatures?"
"I'm sorry, I deceived many people. I coaxed the accomplished witches and witches to reveal their greatest deeds, and later erased their memories. Finally, after my processing, I wrote them in the book and became Lost my own stuff."
"Forgetful Mantra?" Hermione looked at Lockhart in surprise, frowning subconsciously.
"Yes, this is the only spell I'm good at." Loha nodded characteristically and smiled bitterly at Hermione.
"My school days abandoned my studies."
"I used to engrave my name on the Quidditch Stadium in 20-foot letters."
"I used to project my portrait into the sky like the dark mark of a mysterious person."
"I put all my energy on this, and the real magic is basically not learned."
"That is to say, you don't actually have a black magic defense spell, why did Professor Dumbledore allow you to hold office?" Hermione immediately grasped the key to the question and asked.
"I don't know." Lockhart's face still maintained a bitter smile, and he slowly shook his head.
"By the way, Miss Granger, I have another small request. Can you please me?" the man said abruptly.
"You say it." Hermione is now in a trance, desperately trying to use the logic disclosed by Lockhart to piece together the details, straighten everything out, and integrate.
But this is too difficult.
"Can you ask me to sign another name? I want to experience this feeling of being worshipped once." Lockhart tentatively said, making a strange request.
Hermione's face was shocked for a moment, but she understood it quickly.
"Professor Lockhart, I am your admirer. Can you sign me?" Hermione approached him, made a look of admiration, and picked up the Daily Prophet on the bedside table. Get up and pass it to Lockhart.
"It's an honour." Gidero Lockhart smiled, keeping his original elegant smile, and somehow he changed his peacock brush, leaving his fancy and gorgeous on the paper very smoothly signature.
Passed it to Hermione.
"Thank you." He said.
"No," Hermione responded briefly.
"Thank you." Lockhart repeated once, then closed his eyes, closed his eyelids, and soon fell asleep.
This vaguely unilateral talk of dialogue ended.
Hermione's sympathy still prevailed, satisfying the wish of the dying man.
In this conversation, Hermione heard how a talented person was stunned, and some inner doubts were solved, but the most important secrets and puzzles were still unsolved.
The so-called truth is still cloud-covered.
Then Hermione went downstairs all the way, left St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, and met with the Weasleys and Harry at an agreed Muggle supermarket. After a short stroll, she found a dilapidated small hotel to stay.
On the second day, they visited Mr. Weasley again and were ready to go back to school and leave.
It can be seen that on the way back to school, their interest is not very high.
"Harry? Are they arguing?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Because Percy." Harry explained in a low voice.
"Don't mention him, Umbridge's running dog! What work can keep him so busy that even his dad doesn't come to watch." Even though his voice was lowered, Ron heard it, and then shouted out loud.
"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Weasley patted Ron's head~EbookFREE.me~He is your brother, and no nonsense. Said Mrs. Weasley sternly.
Then a group of people walked into a fruit shop. Many tiles fell outside, and many flies flew around.
This is another hidden flyway powder site.
After Mrs. Weasley said goodbye, the group returned to Hogwarts. After all, they still had class tomorrow.
The visit is over.
At the same time, such a scene is staged in an office of the Ministry of Magic, the political center of the British wizarding society, underground in the most prosperous downtown area of ​​London.
This is a room opened from the third floor to the fourth floor of the Ministry of Magic, showing a round shape. The bookcase, books, and occasionally one or two books are placed most around. It didn't go up so smoothly, and a golden feather protruded abruptly from the pages.
That's Fox's golden tail feathers.