Promotion and salary increase start at Hogwarts

"Professor Lockhart, Professor Luo Cheng?"

Harry looked at Luo Cheng with some confusion, obviously not expecting him to appear here.

"Professor Luo Cheng and I just discussed some issues related to teaching, and we were very inspired by each other."

Lockhart was naturally shameless in favoring himself, but of course Luo Cheng had no intention of exposing him.

"That's right, Harry, are you in detention?"

"Uh...yes."

Harry felt a little embarrassed.

"Aha! Isn't it just fighting and being locked up? There is no shame in it, Harry! I have arranged a good job for you, you can write letters for me!"

Lockhart said to Harry, as if it was a great deal, "The first letter is to Lady Gladys, God bless her - a ardent admirer of mine. You can learn a lot by writing to them."

The truth is, you must know that fame is a fickle friend. Although there will be many people around us who are jealous of us, there is no need to fight with them because celebrities have to have the airs of celebrities. If anyone can irritate us, then I dare

Says we have to arrange wizard duels most of the time..."

"I won't interrupt your teaching Harry, I think I have to go to the kitchen to find something to eat."

Naturally, Luo Cheng was not in the mood to stay and listen to Lockhart's nonsense, so he left without looking back.

"Counting the days, today seems to be the day when the basilisk comes out of its cage?" Luo Cheng thought secretly.

Lockhart shouted at his back: "We'll discuss that issue some other time!"

Luo Cheng's departure also represented the beginning of Harry's suffering tonight. It didn't take long for Harry to regret his previous impulse so much: Why did he have to beat Malfoy?

Replying to Lockhart's admirers in the office was a very painful thing, because Lockhart gave Harry a smelly and long standard template, which was very tiring to copy, so the time went by like a snail. Ha.

Leigh let Lockhart talk endlessly, only occasionally answering "Me", "Ah", "Yes".

The candle burned shorter and shorter, and the firelight danced on the many moving Lockhart faces watching them. Harry wrote Veronica Smythely's address with his sore hand, feeling that this was the first time

A thousand envelopes. The time is almost up, Harry thought painfully, please hurry up...

Suddenly he heard a sound—a sound entirely different from the crackling of candles or Lockhart's chattering.

It was a voice, a voice that was shocking, breathless, cold and vicious. "Come...come...let me tear you...tear you...kill you..."

Harry jumped as a large lilac-colored ink stain appeared on the street name of Veronica Smythely's address.

"What?" he said loudly.

"I know!" Lockhart said. "It's been on the bestseller list for six months! An unprecedented record!"

"No," Harry said frantically, "that voice!"

"Huh? Isn't it? Is that the previous sentence that dominated the front page for a week?"

"No, it's not your voice, it's that strange voice!!!"

"I'm sorry," Lockhart asked, confused, "What was that sound?"

"That-that voice said-didn't you hear it?"

Lockhart looked at Harry in shock.

"What are you talking about, Harry? You're probably a little sleepy, aren't you? There aren't even ghosts here but us! I see... Jesus! Look what time it is! We've been here for nearly four hours

!I can’t believe it – time flies by so fast, doesn’t it?”

Harry didn't answer. He strained his ears to listen to the voice, but it was no longer there. He only heard Lockhart nagging him, saying that he shouldn't expect to have such good luck every time he was sent to school for detention. Harry

I left with a lot of doubts.