A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 258 Freebies are fun for a while

When it was time for class, Lockhart walked into the classroom.

This time, he didn't bring any elves or other magical creatures with him.

Lockhart was self-aware enough, especially after the first lesson.

His current goal is to coast through the year and then leave the school with dignity, carrying with him the book he's currently writing, "Lockhart and Hogwarts".

The main content of the book, of course, is how he trained the famous boy and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

He also took the opportunity to criticize the other professors, highlighting his brilliance, prowess, and imposing presence.

Finally, let's have a scene where "Dumbledore entrusts his son to someone in bed" and "Lockhart refuses the headmaster position three times".

This is sure to be another bestseller.

As for whether Dumbledore will come knocking on their door...

No worries, since the British are almost finished being exploited anyway, he should cross the ocean to save the American people from their dire straits.

A Squib named Trump, a fan of his book, wrote enthusiastically last week asking if there was any magic that would allow him to safely fly to the sun at an extremely fast speed!

How could a Squib learn magic? Lockhart casually recommended a Muggle cannon.

He's now preparing to go find the other party and try to fool them again.

Of course, Lockhart still possessed the professional qualities of a teacher, and not wanting to be exposed by his students, he began his performance.

He stood on the podium, shaking his head with a look of disappointment.

He sighed and said softly, "Children, on Monday, I gave the second-year wizards a simple test."

It's a pity that no one has read my book thoroughly, nor have they grasped much of the knowledge...

"So, I used the sprites again to test everyone's practical skills... To be honest, I'm very disappointed with the school's teaching quality!"

Lockhart paced back and forth in the classroom, looking utterly heartbroken.

"Me—Lockhart, a bestselling British author, a world-class defense-against-the-darks master, and a third-class member of the Order of Merlin—would I be unable to handle those little goblins?"

"I was just trying to create a realistic environment to test everyone."

After all, during my days of battling werewolves and banshees, I experienced life-or-death struggles and bloody hand-to-hand combat, and I had long since become more discreet.

"Unfortunately... Of course, it's not your fault... I heard the stories of the first two professors, which is why you don't understand anything."

After Lockhart launched into a rambling monologue, shifting all the blame onto Quirrell and Tywin, he picked up his copy of "The Twilight Wolf of Wall Street" and began reading it aloud to everyone.

"After subduing those werewolves with my uniquely created 'Werewolf Suppression Curse,' they finally showed remorse."

I gave signed copies of "The Werewolf Parade" to the werewolves, and they said they would read it carefully.

Behind Lockhart were several Slytherin students dressed as werewolf dolls, performing with expressionless faces.

The students sitting below burst into laughter and applause.

Lockhart's stage plays are quite good; he has the potential to be an actor.

"That Sunday, I invited Jacob, the werewolf leader, and Edward, the vampire, to have a drink at a bar."

Edward brought out his prized dragon's blood and offered it to me. Oh my god, I actually dislike dragon's blood; it made me nauseous… Of course, they don't know I love aged whiskey!

"I advised the two guys to make up and stop being angry about Bella, that two-timing green tea bitch."

—By the way, Bella is quite pretty.

"I said my wish is that people with magic and people without magic can live in peace."

They laughed, and I said, "Don't laugh. You'll understand why once you've read my book, 'Sleeping in Bed with Giants.'"

So I got them both drunk, sneaked into Bella's room... and subdued her!

William clicked his tongue, feeling a little regretful. The preceding content could have been omitted, and this part could have been described in more detail.

Soon, get out of class ended, and everyone left reluctantly.

Lockhart regained the students' hearts, but only in terms of acting.

All the students treated Lockhart's classes as entertainment classes.

After everyone left, William waited for Lockhart alone.

"What's wrong, William? Is there anything you didn't understand?" Lockhart asked warmly, putting his arm around William's shoulder.

"No, my hair has been a bit oily lately, and I was wondering if I could have a few bottles of the shampoo you invented... the kind you gave to Professor Snape on the day of the Sorting."

"Good eye, son!" Lockhart pulled William toward his office.

"No wonder you became the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. If I had your vision when I was twelve or thirteen, I would have been Minister of Magic long ago."

"Is one bottle enough?"

Lockhart pushed open the door, led William inside, and took a bottle of shampoo from the shelf.

"I'm afraid that's not enough..." William said weakly.

"Huh? What are you going to do with it?" Lockhart asked, puzzled. "Give it to my female fans? If that's the case, as someone who's been there, I have to criticize you."

I always accept gifts and then write a thank-you note…

"No, I have a few friends who also want their hair to be shiny like yours," William said with a smile.

Lockhart fell silent.

This shampoo is very expensive, after all, it contains a large number of bird and snake eggs.

However, he was very upset because the products were too expensive and too dangerous, resulting in poor sales.

He suddenly discovered a business opportunity, a brand new business opportunity.

Lockhart warmly put his arm around William's shoulder and said with a smile, "William, I heard you opened a secret Akali shop? And sold a lot of expensive alchemical items?"

"That's right, they have connections with shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade."

William didn't know why Lockhart brought this up.

"How did the professor know you were just selling trinkets?"

"This is no small item. I've heard the saying that 'Akali's Mystery Shop sells only the finest alchemical items.'"

"You must have a lot of connections to sell such expensive alchemical items, right?"

William raised an eyebrow, as if he understood something, and smiled, "That's true."

"Could you help me sell some products? You know, my secret ambition is to eliminate evil from the world and sell my own line of hair care products."

William's smile grew even brighter.

"Of course, but I need to give the shampoo to some friends so they can try it out and also promote it."

They are all my loyal customers.

For example, Minister of Magic Fudge, my best brother Lucius Malfoy, and my die-hard fan, High Secretary of the Ministry of Magic Umbridge…”

"Of course, public relations are essential, feel free to send as much as you want." Lockhart was extremely excited. "How many bottles do you need?"

"Ten bottles?" William Merlin asked abruptly.

"No way..."

"Those eight bottles."

"Thirty bottles, don't be shy, or I'll get mad at you!"

William quickly refused to give money, but Lockhart criticized him severely for emptying his pockets several times. In the end, he had no choice but to accept the shampoo.

Alright, the avian eggs are here, and William can happily make Felix Felicis again.

Sure enough, getting something for free is fun for a while, and getting something for free all the time is even more fun.

William put the shampoo in the ring and went outside.

He heard Lockhart singing excitedly in the office, seemingly celebrating the upcoming blockbuster shampoo.

"Pale yellow shampoo, fluffy hair."

Holding my hand, let's look at the latest Galleons we've earned...

"Just treat it as a dream; even after waking up for a long time, I'm still deeply moved..."

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(Thanks to the three big shots "Fengling Shiwu", "Fenfen Gantan", and "Benbang Caifan" for their generous donations)

(End of this chapter)