Harry Potter Reborn

The second class is a transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall's request was simple: turn a beetle into a button.

This was learned last semester. As expected by Professor McGonagall, most students returned the knowledge to the teacher after the summer vacation.

But to her relief, Harry and Hermione still completed the assignment easily.

No matter where they are placed, good students are liked by their teachers.

When get out of class was about to end, Ron saw that even Neville had succeeded, although the button was still bouncing around on the table.

He became anxious, pointed his wand at the beetle, and shouted a ghost spell: "Grip steel water tower."

A puff of gray smoke rose, and a strong smell of rotten eggs filled the classroom.

"Jingle bell"

The dinner bell rang like a life-saving message.

Harry immediately pulled Hermione and escaped from the classroom. Was this going to be turned into a biochemistry laboratory?

The students left one after another, and Ron banged his wand on the table angrily.

"Pa"

There was a small gash in the center of the wand.

Ron was about to cry but had no tears left.

Neville came over and said, "The spell you recited just now was not standard. It should have been 'My father just killed him'."

Ron no longer cares whether the button-changing magic is the "grip" or "my dad". He is just thinking about what to do with the wand. If his family knows, he will definitely die miserably...

After lunch, I walked from the auditorium to the courtyard, with dark clouds hanging overhead.

Harry sat on the edge of the stone platform of the fountain, but he didn't feel much heat.

Later, Harry felt someone watching him closely. He raised his head and saw a little boy from the sorting ceremony last night staring at him like a man possessed.

The boy was holding something in his hand, which looked like an ordinary Muggle camera. When Harry looked at him, the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Hello, Harry? My - my name is Colin Creevey." He said breathlessly, timidly taking a step forward, "I am also in Gryffindor. Do you think - can -

—Can I take a picture of you?" He raised the camera expectantly.

"Taking pictures?" Hermione stared at his camera in surprise. Isn't this a Muggle camera?

"This way I can prove that I saw you." Colin said eagerly, taking a few steps forward.

"I know everything about you. Everyone has told me. How you escaped the murderous hands of the mysterious man, how he disappeared, etc., and you still have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead."

"A boy in my dormitory said that if I use the right developing solution, the people in the photos will move." Colin took a deep breath and trembled slightly with excitement, "It's really interesting here, isn't it? After receiving

The weird things I never knew I could do before Hogwarts Letters are

Magic. My dad is a milkman, and he can't believe it either. So I'm going to take a bunch of pictures and send them to him. If I could have a picture of you—" he looked at Harry pleadingly, "—maybe I

Can you stand next to you and ask your friend to click it for you? Then, can you sign a name?"

Harry frowned, Colin? Isn't he the annoying kid who has been pestering him?

Harry said calmly: "Colin, are your parents both Muggles?"

"Yes, when I received the admission notice from the Magic Academy, they thought I was a liar."

"You are very lucky to be selected and enter the magic academy. I can understand your desire to share everything with your family. However, if you can learn all the magic courses well and get straight A's, I miss your parents.

I would be more proud of it than these moving photos."

Harry said melancholy: "I know I'm famous, I know I'm handsome, I know my charm is sky-high, I know there are hundreds of thousands of wizards and witches who want to marry me, but don't be obsessed with me. In fact,

, he is just an ordinary wizard, an ordinary wizard who contributes little to building a beautiful magical world..."

"Don't waste your time on boring things like chasing stars."

Colin was thoughtful.

"Come on, let's take a picture." Harry suddenly laughed.

"Do you agree?" Colin jumped up.

"It's just this once, it won't happen again."

"marvelous."

Hermione took the camera and muttered: "Why do you want me to cooperate when you are acting cool?"

"Click——"

Hermione was pressing him like a punching bag.

…

Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is in the afternoon.

But Harry felt that he was more compatible with the acrobatic troupe.

Before class, Lockhart and Harry were talking alone in a corridor.

He adjusted his green robe, as if he wanted Harry to see how elegant and decent he was.

He smiled and said to Harry: "Hey, Harry, I really should have seen you sooner."

He patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "I heard you were sending out your signed photos today."

Harry frowned. Is this person so familiar?

"Honestly, it's not very good. Of course I understand... The famous Harry Potter wants to be admired by some young and ignorant people. It's certainly a good feeling - I've felt it for a long time, don't get me wrong.

, I’m not showing off anything.”

"But, you are still young, and you haven't reached this stage yet. I have seen many people who became famous at a young age, but they are often lost in the applause of others. Who knows where they are now."

"Of course, I'm not asking you to do nothing. If you can learn from me, I'm afraid you will have to carry a lot of photos with you when you go out."

"To be honest, what you did this afternoon was a bit unwise and seemed arrogant." Lockhart said seriously, as if he was thinking about you.

"Although I have received the Order of Merlin, Level 3, an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and won the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award five times, I never show off."

He turned around and smiled: "Son, if you want to enjoy the feeling of fame, you can come to me and I will help you get in touch with the upper class society. Slowly, your photos will appear in various newspapers and periodicals."

"I know that your father passed away a long time ago, and you have never felt father's love. If you don't mind... I mean, if you feel that you are willing to have one more person care about you, you can treat me as half of your father..." Luo

Hart said sincerely, his eyes touching, showing his sympathy and care for Harry.

Harry remained silent. He wanted to know what kind of person Lockhart was.

Haha, it turns out that Lockhart is a big idiot.

Harry really had nothing to say.

With a cold face, he suddenly had a wand in his hand and lifted Lockhart's arm that was pressing on his shoulder.

Lockhart took two steps back: "Okay, okay, I've touched on your sadness. But the wand is very dangerous, so put it away first."

Although he said this, he looked confident and had a smile on his face.

"You can't imagine the battles I've experienced, including werewolves and vampires. In fact, from the moment you got the wand, I had many ways to knock you down, but I don't want to hurt you." He explained with a smile.

Harry could no longer evaluate this man. He was no longer an idiot. His mind was filled with agricultural fertilizers.

Harry pointed his wand at him, from his arm to his chest, and said pitifully: "You are simply a pig."

"Bang"

Lockhart was directly knocked away seven or eight meters, lying on the ground unconscious.

Harry turned and left.

…

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

After the whole class was seated, Lockhart came in. He deliberately cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone.

He looked around the class with satisfaction, and when he saw Harry, he seemed to have completely forgotten the lesson Harry had given him, and still had a smile on his face, like a normal person.

He reached out and picked up Neville's copy of "Walking with Trolls" sitting in the front row, holding it in his hand and showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he pointed to his photo and winked, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, 3rd Class, honorary member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award

——But I don’t talk about that, I don’t drive away dangerous female ghosts by smiling!”

He seemed to think he was humorous, but almost no one else cooperated.

"I see that you have all bought my complete set of works, which is great. I think we will take a little test today. Don't be afraid, just to see how you read and how much you understand..."

After handing out the papers, he returned to the podium and said, "I'll give you thirty minutes. Now, let's start!"

Harry flipped through the questions, and sure enough:

1.What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart’s greatest achievement to date?

This idiotic question, which almost entirely praises his achievements, covers three pages.

The last question.

When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What is his ideal birthday gift?

Harry: "what...fuc..."

He grabbed the paper, kneaded it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it accurately into the wastebasket in front of Lockhart's podium, without caring about Lockhart's ugly face.

…