I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 77 He's just a passerby!

"Forehead--"

"Ahem! Um—" A bead of sweat soaked his temples, and Lockhart quickly changed the subject, "Today! Today is a very important day."

"So I have something to announce." He drawled, "I, Gilderoy Lockhart, am internationally renowned—" and so on, just like Hermione had just said.

"It is an honor to have received an invitation from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts, starting this year."

"During my term, I will educate our young flowers, our budding little wizards."

"Help them become friendly, intelligent children." His gaze swept over Owen, Hermione, and the other young wizards, his eyes practically radiating a threat, as if he were saying: Say one more word and I'll deduct points from your name.

"Hmm—another unlucky guy." Unfortunately, his opponent is France, Paris, Sphinx Orphanage, Irwin.

He responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

"Everyone in Britain knows that wizards who become professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts never have a good ending. Headmaster Dumbledore probably didn't have many suitable candidates, so he just picked someone to fill the quota."

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"No way."

"No way!"

"No way!! The principal isn't that kind of person." Ron continued Owen's words, speaking sarcastically.

"But Professor Quirrell had a really bad time last semester; his ashes were scattered."

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"Of course not! Professor Lockhart is clearly a capable person; he certainly won't repeat the same mistake!" Owen said. "Ron, you must have faith in the professor!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart. You know, the previous professors of dark magic at Hogwarts all passed away peacefully. I was just worried about you."

"Hey! Are you looking down on Professor Lockhart? You've been exposed!"

The two comedians took turns saying one thing and doing another.

Those words were like a sharp knife, piercing Lockhart's heart.

Rumors about Hogwarts.

The most widespread belief is that teaching black magic will bring misfortune to wizards, and that the position is cursed.

In fact, from the very beginning, before Voldemort cursed the position, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was frequently getting into trouble.

After all, he teaches students black magic.

It's normal to encounter danger when you're constantly in dangerous areas.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the Black Lake often, you're bound to encounter a giant octopus!

It's normal for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to go through a period of time every few years at Hogwarts.

But ever since Voldemort cast the curse, the losses have been quite high!

Changing it every year, who can stand that?

Every renowned wizard in the British magical world knows this job is fraught with danger; only a warrior like Lockhart, who is willing to risk his life for the sake of selling books, would happily accept Dumbledore's invitation.

Everyone else—ha—had already flushed their invitations down the toilet.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The mockery and ridicule still echoed in my ears.

Lockhart's expression changed several times in a short period of time.

Although he later returned to his usual greasy self, the hint of fear in his eyes was still undeniable.

Should I write a letter to Dumbledore and say—say that I am unwell and cannot take up the position?

Lockhart was genuinely scared.

Because what Irving and Ron said was true!

When he was in school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changed frequently.

Now—indeed, we haven't heard from those professors anymore.

Could it be—hiss~

In an instant, Lockhart felt an immense malice rushing towards him from all around.

He staggered back two steps and then plopped down in a chair.

He looked like he'd lost his soul!

Um—it seems like I went a bit too far with the criticism.

Irving blinked and looked at Ron.

The other person, understanding perfectly, gave him a thumbs-up.

Oh! My poor Professor Lockhart.

Irving looked at him with a hint of pity.

Since he had already accepted Dumbledore's invitation.

The old principal finally managed to fool one person; how could he let you get away so easily?

Of course—you can also choose to take a hard line.

However, Irving has to offer a word of advice!

This is England. You've offended the abbot—the headmaster—and you still want to leave?

It's not that easy!

"Hey! Kyrie."

Just as the ruthless executioner Owen was mourning the passing of a great performing artist, Mr. Lockhart, a pale-faced young man suddenly walked into the store.

He had neat, light blond hair, a pointed, thin chin, indifferent gray eyes, and a tall, slender build.

"Hey, isn't this the arrogant guy?"

The payment has arrived.

Irving's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward, naturally reaching out to put his arm around Irving's neck.

With his right hand raised arrogantly, he said, "Come on, come on, today's expenses are all on Young Master Malfoy."

"Take whatever you like. Take whichever one you fancy. Don't be shy with your brother Ma," Owen said, pointing to the group of young wizards present.

Especially when his gaze swept over Ron.

The smile on his lips was almost overflowing.

Ron immediately understood and beckoned Harry to head towards the back of Flourish and Blotts.

There, you'll find rare and precious books, even handwritten magic books, which are extremely expensive!

"My dad," Draco's pale cheeks flushed slightly, barely perceptible, as Owen held him by the neck. For some reason, his mind automatically conjured up various little stories about him "cross-dressing" that some unscrupulous brat had forced into his head.

He lowered his head and said softly, "He asked you what you're going to do with that diary."

"Oh, don't worry," Owen replied with a smile. "Let me study it for a couple of days, and in a few days, it will naturally flow into where it's meant to go."

Hmm—as expected, Draco is much cuter now than before.

Thinking back to both the first and second playthroughs, she was as proud as a haughty little peacock when we first met, and it took some training for her to learn to be gentle.

"But—" Draco wanted to say something more.

But suddenly a voice interrupted him.

"Um, Mr. Malfoy."

"It's my honor that you could come to my signing event," Lockhart said cautiously, dragging his weary spirit. The usually slick Lockhart had become quite reserved.

After all, everyone in Diagon Alley knew that Malfoy had spent nearly several thousand Galleons over the summer.

More importantly, the Malfoy family's influence in the wizarding world.

Lockhart is just a lousy writer; how can he compare to others?

If the Malfoys wanted to, they could crush him with a single finger.

"Who is he?" Draco didn't even glance at Lockhart, who was being overly attentive, and looked up at Owen to ask.

"I don't know, maybe just a passerby."

"A passerby?"

"right."

Thank you everyone for your support!!! (Tears welling up)

(End of this chapter)