I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 75 Jibao!!! (Please read on!!!)

"I started queuing at four o'clock!"

"Four o'clock? Four o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Good morning!" Hermione said, pouting.

"Oh--"

"How about this, Miss Granger? I'll sign your name, and I guarantee it'll be worth more than Lockhart's. You, on the other hand, just stay in line and buy me a set of books! Second-hand is fine too. Oh, and don't need his signature."

As he spoke, he pulled Harry and the others to go to Florin's Ice Cream Shop to buy an ice cream to cool off.

"How can I not sign them?" Hermione asked, holding six or seven of Lockhart's plagiarized novels in both hands.

It seems she bought these "textbooks" a few days ago, but just didn't manage to get them signed.

"That's Professor Lockhart, the world-renowned wizard adventurer. An internationally acclaimed figure and author, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, an honorary member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award—"

Hermione recited Lockhart's great achievements in a mantra-like manner.

This prompted Owen to speak up, interrupting her as she continued recounting her extensive knowledge!

"Oh?"

"Is it really that amazing?"

"Well, I think your way of supporting celebrities is too childish and immature."

"???" Hermione, completely bewildered, stared at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You guys are all too rational."

"reason?"

Ron pointed to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, which had not a single crack, and said, "You call this rationality?"

"That's pretty rational, sigh! You wouldn't understand even if I explained."

Irving walked step by step to the front of Flourish and Blotts, and calmly took a deep breath.

"Watch closely, I'll only teach you once!"

Then he took out his wand and pointed it at his neck.

The voice was loud and clear.

Then, raising his left hand, he unleashed a multicolored, flashing light spell.

It looks like a light stick.

"Jibao!!!" A roar from the east bank of the river almost shattered the bookstore's glass.

Lockhart's fans were mostly middle-aged and elderly women, but Irving's shout almost drove some of them away.

At that time, the banquet will be held right there in Diagon Alley!

"Look, Mommy! Mommy's here! Mommy loves you!!!"

"Keppel!!!"

"."

"Merlin's beard, who's howling?"

When he uttered his first shout, all the wizards within a foot of him involuntarily took a few steps back.

The wizards passing by stared in astonishment at the scene at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

"We don't know him, we're not familiar with him." Ron and Harry immediately made their stance clear, and slipped away ten feet.

At this moment, the middle-aged and elderly women in the bookstore also noticed Irving.

"I believe everyone here loves and is passionate about Jippel, which is why you've gone through all that trouble to queue up here, right?"

"Yes—yes!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"What's wrong?"

"This kid is so handsome."

"So, for the future development of Keppel, based in Britain and reaching out to the universe, I propose that Miss Granger take the lead in establishing a Keppel Supporters Association."

"The fan name is: Hime Nita—"

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"???"

Hermione looked at Owen as if she were seeing him for the first time.

Good heavens, what kind of performance art is this?

This is something no human could possibly do!

This guy is constantly pushing her to the limits of what she can bear.

It should be said that after a year of Owen's various actions challenging the values ​​of the wizards, Hermione had already erected an unbreakable barrier in her heart.

Although she was fascinated by Lockhart's intimidating novels, it was just a fondness; having experienced the adventures at Hogwarts, she could only admire the adventurer who fearlessly ventured into the most mysterious areas of the magical world.

To be honest, I wouldn't say I was obsessed.

The main reason is that I'm too free during summer vacation.

That's all, I finished my homework a long time ago!

Owen, unaware of Hermione's thoughts, continued to flash his Light spell.

Just then, a greasy shout suddenly came from inside the bookstore: "Oh! It's that fan who wants to set up a fan club for me."

Then the crowd parted, and a greasy middle-aged man walked out with a smile on his face.

"He," Owen pointed in Hermione's direction.

As Lockhart stepped out the door, he immediately spotted the little witch holding countless of his works.

Her face, so oily it could practically be squeezed out of it, beamed even more broadly with a smile.

Oh, it's another one of my little fans!

Just as he was about to do this little female fan a favor.

Beside him, a boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead that read "I am the Redeemer"—sorry—came into his view.

"My God! You're Harry Potter!" he exclaimed, then went over and grabbed Harry's arm.

I wanted to bring him into the bookstore.

"???"

The sudden turn of events left Harry somewhat bewildered.

Instinctively, he quickly drew his wand and cast a petrification spell on the man who had intended to harm him.

Caught completely off guard—and even if he had been prepared, it wouldn't have mattered much—Lockhart couldn't dodge in time and was instantly petrified, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"Merlin's beard! Harry, you!" Ron, standing beside him, widened his eyes, then after a couple of seconds of stunned silence, gave Harry a thumbs up. "Well done!"

And Ginny

Sorry, the little witch is already deeply immersed in her fantasy world.

In an instant, she had already thought of a name for her child.

Oh!

Harry Potter is so cool!

Especially that gesture just now.

Hmm—why does it look a bit like Ron's raised arm gesture?

While wondering about this, I casually started preparing to name my grandchildren.

Suddenly, Ginny's pupils contracted slightly, because she saw her silly brother, Ron, also take out his wand and cast a spell in a gesture almost identical to Harry's.

Then Mr. Lockhart, who had been petrified, was restored.

this.

When did my brother become so strong?

Hasn't he always been a complete goofball?

I suddenly became rich during summer vacation, and how did my magic level also become so high?

Isn't it true that he can't even change the color of a mouse?

Is Hogwarts really that amazing?

He only attended school for one year!

You can learn such powerful magic!

Wow! Dumbledore truly deserves to be called the greatest headmaster of all time; he managed to teach that idiot brother of hers to such a high level!

With great anticipation in her heart, Ginny developed a strong desire for her upcoming journey to Hogwarts.

Especially for Mr. Albus Dumbledore.

It was filled with respect!

Hmm—Professor Dumbledore truly deserves to be called great for turning my silly brother into a genius!

"Mom's coming, we need to be careful." Ron pointed to Mrs. Weasley who was walking behind him.

"If Mom knew you petrified that greasy guy, she— um—" Ron looked at Harry's face, thought carefully for a while, and then suddenly realized that if it were Harry, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

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