The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

Ron felt that the world was ending.

His mother was just unable to get into Hogwarts, otherwise she would have definitely killed her own youngest son.

As for Harry, he was also filled with apprehension.

In the original story, he didn't care about the Dursleys' reaction, but now he's worried that Vernon and Petunia are angry and sad.

This is probably the change that family brought to Harry.

"Miss Dursley, do you have anything to add?"

“You’re Harry’s sister, so you can be the first to read the letter I wrote to the Dursleys.”

Dolly looked surprised, then thanked Dumbledore before saying, "I have no objection to the punishment, but they must be hungry now."

"How about I have Dian Dian prepare some food and drinks for them?"

Harry and Ron then realized that they were starving.

To be precise, from the moment the car started moving in the morning until it crashed into the gate, they did not eat or drink anything during the entire process.

"That's certainly how it should be."

Dumbledore nodded and said nothing more.

Today's conversation with Dolly was clearly pleasant, it's just a pity that Dolly stole all my opportunities to show concern for Harry.

It must just be a coincidence, right?

Afterwards, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall gave a few more instructions and then turned and left.

At this moment, Mrs. Pomfrey spoke up, saying, "Miss Dursley, you should go and rest."

Dolly yawned and said, “Give me five more minutes, madam.”

"The last five minutes."

"Thank you for your kindness, madam."

After Dolly finished, she watched as Spot served food to the two of them and said, "Ron, Ginny is also a Gryffindor, don't worry."

Ron finally managed a smile; he had finally heard some good news.

"I don't know how your family will punish you, but remember to protect your wand."

Ron nodded, puzzled, wondering why Dolly would say that.

In the original story, Ron not only lost his car, but his wand also broke in two, causing quite a few laughs.

This wand even became the best tool for Harry to finally break free from Lockhart's control this year.

Unfortunately, things have changed now. Ron's wand has been preserved, just like the diary whose whereabouts are still unknown. Many things are bound to change.

Dolly then looked at Harry and said, "And then it's you, Harry Potter."

Harry immediately raised his hands in surrender and said, "Sister, just tell me how you want to punish me, and I will definitely not resist."

"Well."

Dolly stopped wasting time and said, "After this month-long punishment is over, you will still set aside an hour each day to practice boxing with me."

"You are not allowed to refuse or complain of being tired, otherwise I will punish you by banning you from participating in Quidditch matches."

Harry shook his head repeatedly, indicating that he would obediently listen to Dolly.

Dolly nodded, then turned and left as she watched the two people devour their food.

One month later, according to the original story, that's when the secret chamber was first opened.

Many things have changed, and this point in time will change as well, so all Dolly can do is try her best to make Harry stronger.

Of course, before that, Dolly will try her best to find the missing diary, but she doesn't know which unlucky guy has it now.

Back in her dorm, Hermione had already taken a shower and was feeling drowsy.

Dolly lost interest in playing with Hermione and, after taking a bath, lay down on her bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When Dolly got up and went to the lobby the next day, she heard Molly Weasley's roar, the same roaring sound she had sent to her youngest son.

"...If they fire you for stealing the car, I wouldn't be surprised at all. Just wait and see how I deal with you then."

"You probably never even considered how your father and I felt when we discovered the car was gone..."

The enormous sound made the plates and spoons on the table rattle, and the echoes from the surrounding stone walls were deafening.

Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the roar letter. Ron huddled in his chair, his bright red forehead the only visible feature.

“I received a letter from Dumbledore last night. Your father was so ashamed he almost died.”

“We raised you with so much care and love, and we never imagined you would do something like this. You and Harry almost lost your lives…”

Ron was trembling, and Harry wasn't much better off, because he felt he was about to be scolded by Molly.

"...This is outrageous! Your father will be investigated at work, and it's all your fault. If you don't behave, we'll bring you back right now!"

However, Molly never mentioned Harry until the very end, instead placing all the blame on Ron.

Harry had a vague idea that the reason he and Ron were prevented from entering the station and boarding the train on time was probably that strange house-elf, Dobby.

In terms of responsibility, Harry definitely bears more than half; Ron is the unlucky one.

It was only then that Harry realized that perhaps the ones who dared to criticize and punish him at times like these were his true family.

Ron stood there dumbfounded, and Harry had to nudge him to bring him back to his senses.

Snickers rippled through the room, and Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin table, burst into loud laughter.

However, Ron and Harry didn't have time to pay attention to Malfoy; they needed some time to accept reality.

"Aren't you going to try and persuade them this time?"

Hermione nudged Dolly with her elbow, signaling that it was time for Dolly to show her sisterly care.

Dolly refused without even thinking, saying, "I'm not the caring older sister type. Let them face these tragic moments on their own."

"No rainbow without rain."

"And we should care more about ourselves than them, because we're about to have our first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Sure enough, Hermione got excited as soon as Dolly spoke, completely forgetting about Harry and Ron.

"What do you think he'll teach us? I think the probability is the Ironclad Curse."

Hermione had clearly been eyeing this spell for a long time.

Some spells, although their incantations and casting gestures are recorded in books, are not the type that are easy to learn; the Ironclad Spell is one such example.

Once Hermione masters the Iron Mantra, she will have the ability to protect herself—at least that's what Hermione thinks—and then she can help Dolly.

Dolly stuck to her previous approach, not only not disturbing Hermione's interest, but even adding fuel to the fire by saying, "Open your mind, my friend."

"He's the famous Lockhart, and I think he'll give us a spectacular magic show right from the start, showcasing a series of spells that we've never seen before or that are incredibly sophisticated."

"Just like he did in one of his books, he used his spellcasting skills to defeat a French wizard and an American wizard and become the leader of the group."

Hermione's eyes lit up. She knew Dolly was exaggerating, but she couldn't help but look forward to it. What if Lockhart actually performed like that?

Seeing Hermione's expression, Dolly gently curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

What kind of situation would make a useless person show their useless side more clearly?

That would naturally mean praising him to the skies and exposing his entire body to the sunlight – that's Dolly's current plan for Lockhart.

Whether this plan will come to fruition will soon be revealed.

An hour later, the school bell rang.

Lockhart's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class officially began amidst everyone's anticipation.

Chapter 154 Lockhart's Ugly Demeanor Revealed in the Second Update

Good morning, little wizards.

Lockhart burst through the door, his movements swift and confident, a nonchalant smile on his face.

The little witches gasped in surprise at the mere act of turning around and shaking his robe.

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she really wanted to speak up, but Dolly was the one who shouted the fastest and loudest, almost whistling.

This turned Hermione's excitement into embarrassment, as Dolly became the focus of everyone's attention, and she was trying to pull Dolly away.

Hermione couldn't understand why her good friend cared so much about Lockhart. Was he really that outstanding?

Besides, isn't it her job to stand out in class?

“Oh, hello, Miss Dursley, of course I remember you.”

Lockhart pointed at Dolly, a happy smile spreading across his face: "Mr. Potter's sister, also a very good witch. I heard you had a dangerous experience last year."

"But don't worry, with me here this year, this kind of thing will absolutely never happen again, and that's why I'm here."

The classroom erupted in enthusiastic applause; everyone was clearly quite pleased with Lockhart's self-praise.

After all, most people have read Lockhart's books to some extent, and although the Lockhart characters in them are different in style, they are all dashing, handsome, shrewd and capable.

And how could Lockhart himself, who wrote these autobiographies, be bad?

When the applause subsided, Lockhart stepped down from the podium, went to Dolly's side, and took the copy of "Walking with Vampires" from her hands.

He held up a photo of himself winking on the cover and then began his self-introduction.

“Me,” he said, pointing to his photo and winking, “Giddro Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and five-time winner of The Wizarding Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award.”

"But I don't talk about it. I don't exorcise Wanlun's ghost with a smile!"

He waited for everyone to laugh, and a few people gave a faint smile, including Dolly.

This made Hermione even more annoyed, and she even looked at Lockhart with a strange expression.

Dolly ignored this and instead asked Lockhart, "Professor, what are we learning today?"

"Is it the Ironclad Charm, or a way to fight vampires—Professor Quirrell taught us this, or some powerful spell befitting your status?"

Dolly's sudden words caught Lockhart off guard.

His smile was a little stiff; he hadn't expected Dolly to ask such a question.