A few hours ago, Ron went through a thrilling lockdown journey.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he knocked on Professor Lockhart's door nervously and stammered that he was here to confine himself.

"Is this happening?" Lockhart looked sick, "Oh, by the way, that's right! You little bad guy..."

He pulled Ron into the office and pushed him into a chair.

"Well, the punishment content...I think about it, how can you sincerely repent and cry out for the greatness of Gidro Lohart?"

Ron looked at him in a daze. Has Lockhart's arrogance worsened?

"I thought of it!" Lockhart said in surprise, and he carried out a stack of bulging envelopes from the cabinet in the corner.

"Teacher, professor, what is this?" Ron swallowed, never, never...

"These are letters from enthusiastic fans, and I have collected some of them--it's my favorite! You need to copy them all." Lockhart said vigorously.

Things are moving towards the worst direction.

Ron felt that the letters combined were thicker than the two large books copied by Malfoy.

He opened an envelope and pulled out the letter paper inside, which began with: "Dear Gidroro, I am your cutest and most loyal reader, Moriaya, I sleep with your book every day because there are the most charming photos of you, Oh Gidroro, your curly hair is scratching my heart and soul, I can't wait to have a great adventure with you in my dream..."

"Vomit~" Ron almost vomited.

"Are you sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"without--"

"If you don't, start copying. This is a punishment for you to attack the professor. No, it is a reward - to give you the honor to feel my own greatness with my readers."

What Lockhart said today was unexpectedly straightforward. Ron originally thought he was a peacock, and at least he would hide his butt when he opened his screen.

But he had no right to choose, and Ron had to force himself not to think about anything or think about what he copied. But after just writing two lines, he felt nauseous again.

So he began to focus on Lockhart, his mind twisting desperately to make himself think of something else.

Two separate seats from him, Lohart also spread out a piece of parchment paper, picked up a quill and covered it with ink, and wrote lines of floral characters on it, muttering: "Merlin, I'm so unlucky, I'm going to apologize to the stupid Faugi..."

Ron was terrified that night because Lockhart seemed to have become a different person, and he had no one in his mouth, and he revealed many secrets to him.

Either complained about Dumbledore lying to him or Professor Happ stole his limelight.

He also mentioned the days when he was in school. On Valentine's Day, he spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of greeting cards for himself, but it didn't cause any splashes. He had to spend two months of hard days for this...

It was finally midnight, and Ron mustered up the courage to ask for departure. Lockhart looked at the clock on the wall, "Is it so late? Go and put the letter in the cabinet and continue tomorrow."

Ron, holding the stack of letters, came to the big cabinet "hurry" and tried to pull it, but the cabinet door remained motionless. "Professor Lockhart, the cabinet is locked!"

Lockhart mumbled a few words and waved his wand until the third time, the cabinet door popped open and almost hit Ron in the nose.

Ron opened the cabinet and there were more than a dozen small drawers inside. He didn't know where to put them, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to open the drawers one by one to find the right space.

When he turned to a certain compartment, he saw a piece of parchment paper clipped with a clip. The top line of text stopped him from gaze.

"Records of the visit of the old wizard in Armenia (Note: Werewolf Adventure)."

He jumped and looked at it again-

"If we count the protagonist as an ugly, old Armenian wizard, the story itself is quite wonderful."

There is a small passage in the middle that records someone's words, "Yes, the people in that village are very miserable. They always face the threat of werewolf. The initial reason is that they killed a little wolf cub who took the initiative to attack livestock. It's really sad~"

Ron's heart thumped. He didn't know why, but he quietly pulled out a few pages in the middle of the information - he didn't dare to take the top page.

Lockhart's voice came from afar, "What are you rubbing against?"

"Horse, right now, Professor Lockhart." Ron stuffed the few pages of parchment he pulled into his arms, then stuffed the readers' letters into three drawers casually, and hurriedly closed the cabinet.

"Teacher, professor, I'll leave first." Ron quickly ran out of Lockhart's office.

Along the way, his heart was still beating violently.

Back in the common room, there was no one at that time. He hid in a corner and carefully read the three pieces of parchment taken out of his arms.

After watching for a while, he was a little confused. Although the content of the story made him familiar, this was an ordinary interview.

Has Lockhart worked as a part-time journalist?

Ron returned to the dormitory and saw Harry who had fallen asleep. He stuffed the parchment into a book casually and fell asleep.

The atmosphere in Hogwarts was peaceful and peaceful for the following week.

No need to worry about attacks or the trouble of taking exams, the little wizards had a fantastic weekend.

Hermione finally took off her mask. She now only needs to wear a hat to cover the cat's ears. She usually looks no different from her normal state.

"Lavender thought I had some terminal illness before." Hermione breathed in fresh air, her face flushed with cold, but she had no idea of ​​wearing a scarf.

"Who is Ravend?" Ron asked.

"She is my roommate."

Ron imagined it, and he asked uncertainly: "Is it the girl with freckles?"

"Not her, Ron, I thought you would remember the Gryffindor Wizard with you," Hermione said sharply.

"I remember, it just doesn't match the face. And do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked back.

"certainly!"

"Then have you spoken to him?"

Hermione closed her mouth tightly.

That night, Felix guided Hermione to complete the upgrade plan for beaded bags.

Felix looked at the parchment paper in his hand with interest: "Are you going to separate some space inside? Is it for stuff? A good attempt, but the difficulty has also increased accordingly."

"Professor, do you think it can be done at my level?" Hermione asked.

"Well...If you want to do it yourself, at least-" Felix thought for a while, "You also need to learn 21 practical magic texts in a targeted manner, skillfully portray some magic text circuits, and some basic theories of alchemy."

"I can make a list of books for you."
Chapter completed!