HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Ever since Lockhart messed up the professor's life with his sprites, everyone's practically developing PTSD from him.

So now everyone has unanimously chosen to isolate Lockhart.

No matter what you say, we will absolutely not listen to a word you say.

Lockhart may have been born to attract attention, and Harry suffered the consequences when he discovered that no one was paying attention in his classes and everyone was doing their own thing.

It is known that Harry has worked with Lockhart to cast the Bubble Charm, played a vampire, and even almost played a she-devil.

This method was indeed effective; who wouldn't want to see the savior's antics? It certainly captured everyone's attention for a while.

It was another Defense Against the Dark Arts session. Draco stood next to Landric, smiling as he watched Harry being pulled onto the stage, barely managing to suppress the urge to burst into laughter.

Draco: He has to maintain his elegance. This kind of Pot is enough to make Landric, who is somewhat obsessed with looks, not want to talk to him for a while.

It's cool to think about it.

"Hey Harry, louder! Werewolves don't have such a soft howl. Yeah, that's how I was. I charged straight at it and subdued the werewolf."

Lockhart pressed the tip of his wand against Harry's throat, and Harry gasped for breath.

This idiot, please don't let it go off!

As his eyes darted around, he saw Landric watching them with great interest.

The veins on Harry's neck slowly disappeared.

See, see, as long as Rand is happy. Ever since Rand was taken away by Snape that day, he hasn't seemed happy at all these past few days.

Harry awkwardly tried to please people, but Landric ignored the gaze Harry was casting at him.

The farce continued until the school bell rang.

Landric, taking advantage of his proximity to the classroom door, was the first to emerge from the classroom.

Draco, who had been watching closely, followed closely behind. "Bro! Did you see that? Potter looked so stupid today! It's a shame we couldn't record it, otherwise I'd want the whole wizarding world to know that their revered savior looks like this, hahaha..."

Landric was clearly in a good mood. He glanced at Draco's arm around his waist but didn't move it.

"Little Dragon, don't laugh so arrogantly."

It appears to be a warning, but it is actually an act of indulgence.

The two of them didn't stop, walking away from the crowd at a pace slightly faster than usual.

Landric glanced back to make sure no one was following, then slowed his pace.

He definitely doesn't want to see Harry Potter lately.

The Gryffindor trio didn't come along this time, and Landric already guessed what they were up to.

Harry glanced resentfully at Landric, who was being led away by Draco.

Why are you walking so fast? Malfoy is so annoying. Doesn't he know to slow down and let Rand walk more steadily?

Harry's relationship with Landric is a classic example of an externally draining personality.

So much so that a certain dark-skinned professor felt increasingly irritated, just like his father who had died.

"Is it okay now?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Hermione looked around to make sure everyone had left, then took out a note.

"Professor Lockhart, I know you are a very great professor, and you would never refuse a studious student's request for guidance, would you?"

The flattery made Lockhart feel like he was floating on air.

"Yes, yes, girl, what's wrong?"

"I have some questions about Potions, but Professor Snape... can be a bit too intimidating at times... you know, so I'd like to ask you for a note from the library."

Lockhart looked at Hermione with pity. "Professor Snape, well, that's understandable. Alright, girl, here you go."

As soon as Lockhart received the note, the Gryffindor trio ran off without looking back, leaving Lockhart scratching his head somewhat awkwardly.

"It's great to be young, you're so energetic, haha."