A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 125 The New Professor

Amidst the din, Owen and Harry finally came to the bookshelf, got the books they needed from the high shelf, and then squeezed towards the counter.

When Owen finally emerged from the area with the most crowds, his well-groomed hair lifted a few strands, looking like a big cat with a blown fur.Harry didn't know where he was squeezed, and he was lost in the crowd, only his loud shout came from the side: "Sorry, please let me go, my glasses fell off..."

Harry was holding a stack of books in his arms tightly, and the round eyes on his face had disappeared.He was staring at a pair of highly myopic emerald green eyes, bending over and looking blankly between the ankles that came and went on the ground.

"Isn't this Harry Potter?" Several wizards around noticed the lightning-shaped scar hidden under the hair that was accidentally raised on his forehead, and exclaimed loudly.

The crowd who heard the voice became much quieter in an instant. Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly jumped up from behind the table and said loudly, "Where is it? Where is Harry Potter?"

The crowd moved out of the way, whispering excitedly to each other and looking intently at Harry's forehead.Harry stood there glazed over, looking bewildered, still thinking about his glasses.

Owen stroked his hair and murmured "Harry's glasses are flying" in a low voice, and a crushed glasses flew over through the crowd.After looking at his glasses, he said "recovery as before", then took a step back calmly and stood in the middle of the crowd of onlookers, acting as a quiet melon-eating crowd with peace of mind.

Lockhart had rushed up to Harry, grabbed his arm excitedly, and pulled him to the head of the crowd.The photographer he brought frantically pressed the shutter of the camera, and the man who looked like a reporter standing aside had already quickly pulled out his notebook and quill, looking as if he was about to faint from excitement.

Harry was dragged to take pictures by Lockhart with a dull expression on his face. The crowd around him seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frosted glass. Not to mention seeing the expressions on people's faces clearly, in fact he couldn't even distinguish between them. Both humans and dogs struggle.But even so, his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and his stern face and blank eyes made him look silly and cute.

"What a beautiful smile, Harry." Lockhart let go of Harry's arm contentedly. "The two of us could be on the front page!"

Harry stared blankly at his blurry face, all that could be seen were the brightly gleaming teeth.Which eye of yours saw me smile?
Owen, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't help but "puchi" a smile. He could imagine Harry appearing on the Daily Prophet with this goose-like appearance. The boy who won't die is an idiot" and the like.

Ah, in the new year, the savior still cannot escape the shadow of death.This is really a sad (sad) (interesting) thing.

Harry tried desperately to slip away, but Lockhart put an arm around his shoulders and held him firmly at his side, winking brightly at the crowd around him and at the reporter on one side. "Young Harry Li walked into Lihen Bookstore today, just wanting to buy my autobiography - I am willing to give him this book for free on the spot, and of course, a complete set of works with my signature!"

After a burst of applause, the reporter seized the opportunity to start asking: "Mr. Lockhart, it is rumored that you will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this September?"

As soon as the news came out, the voices of the surrounding wizards buzzed with excitement.

Lockhart quickly gave the reporter a sneaky look, with an imperceptible embarrassment and displeasure flashing across his face.He waved his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, and then said with regret, "I don't know where you got the news, but this year Hogwarts has chosen another professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Although it has always been my wish to return to Hogwarts again, I even reached a preliminary intention with Headmaster Dumbledore a few days ago, but on the eve of receiving the letter of appointment, I was told that this position has already been accepted. was handed over to another person." Lockhart looked depressed but free and easy, "Although I feel very sorry for this, since Headmaster Dumbledore thinks that someone is more qualified than me for this position, I believe it must be An extraordinary character."

Seeing Lockhart's exaggerated performance, Owen sighed: "What a master of fire fighting." Lockhart clearly meant to tell everyone that the position he was about to get was suddenly cut off. If the newly appointed The professor is an unknown guy, and maybe the next day he will be flooded with shouting letters from Lockhart's fans, and Lockhart can take the opportunity to hype it up again.

As one of the most famous star writers in the global wizarding world, Lockhart still has something.

Sure enough, after hearing Lockhart's words, there were bursts of angry shouts from the crowd.A group of witches were fighting against each other, chattering and chattering, and their emotions were aroused.

Seeing this, Lockhart shook his arms around Harry again, clapped his palms, and showed a bright smile on his face again: "However, Harry and his classmates don't have to feel sad about this, because I have got more Suitable for my position!"

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, on this wonderful occasion, it is with great pleasure and pride that I announce that I will be working as a security advisor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this September!" he said loudly, "Dumbledore The headmaster has specially created this position for me, and there is no doubt that this position will be more suitable for me to do my best. I believe that Hogwarts students will usher in the most anticipated campus life!"

People began to applaud and cheer, and Lockhart bowed exaggeratedly, and then he was willing to let Harry go.Harry was pushed aside with a heavy stack of books, looking pitiful.

Owen frowned slightly.Security consultant?At first glance, this dispensable position was thought up on the spur of the moment, full of perfunctory meaning, and I don't know what kind of transactions and compromises were mixed in it.

He didn't bother to think about the shady scene behind him. He walked up to Harry and handed him his glasses, while thinking about another very important thing: since Lockhart has become the so-called security consultant, then this year's Dark Arts Who is the defense professor?
"Oh, thank you, Owen." Harry quickly put on his glasses, and looked in Lockhart's direction with a dark face, "I really don't know what kind of thoughts Mr. Dumbledore hired him, a lover Showman."

Before Owen could reply, a voice came over: "Harry, Owen, you are here too."

Draco leaned out his pale pointed face from the side, and scrutinized Harry with gray eyes, then glanced at Lockhart in the crowd with disgust: "That guy looks like a peacock with its tail open ,Right?"

"Exactly!" Harry nodded in agreement, and stuffed the stack of books that were almost over his head into Owen's small bag with a straight face, "Draco, you came here by yourself?"

"I'm with my dad..." Draco said, looking towards the distant bookshelf area, and there was a commotion and noise coming from there.

"What's wrong?" Harry sighed.He is tired, destroy it.

Owen stood on tiptoe and saw Mr. Malfoy fighting Mr. Weasley through a gap in the crowd.Mr. Malfoy was knocked down on the bookshelf just now, and he punched Mr. Weasley in the eye socket in return.

"If I remember correctly, you seem to be wizards..." Owen muttered in a low voice, and then said to the two people beside him: "Draco, your father got into a fight. I'll go and have a look."

After he finished speaking, he walked lightly into the crowd, walking through it nimbly.

When he came nearby, the two were still fighting.Mr. Malfoy was holding a cane, and Mr. Weasley was holding a copy of "Toadstools", and the two greeted each other hard in the face at the same time.Mrs. Weasley was loudly trying to persuade the fight, and several Weasley children were also here.

"Hey, who did I think was so vulgar and reckless, it turned out to be Weasley." Draco also squeezed over, and mocked in a drawn-out tone, "Look, the Weasleys can do anything other than shake their fists." do what?"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" replied one of the Weasley twins, who were about to give Mr Malfoy a break.Ron Weasley glanced this way with a strange and complicated expression. The first thing he looked at was Harry, his eyes flickering slightly.His little sister, Ginny, blushed when she saw Harry, and quietly hid behind her mother.

"Weasley, put down the book in your hand!" Draco pointed to the twins who were about to throw a book on the back of Mr. Malfoy's head, "I advise you to get out of the bookstore in a hurry. Your parents can only go out to beg for food in a few months."

"Hit him!" The Weasley twins threw the book in their hands at Draco, and Ron blushed, rolling up his sleeves for a fight.

Harry hastened to hold Draco tightly, lest the guy rush over and get beaten.He looked at the Weasleys with a sly expression, wishing he could drag Draco into a crack in the ground.To be honest, he sincerely felt that Draco's words were not ordinary, and even he wanted to give him a punch when he heard it.

"Fred, George, Ron, what are you doing!" Mrs. Weasley shouted while fighting, stopping the brawl that was about to break out.Then she knocked Mr. Malfoy down with a backhand fist, dragged her husband and screamed, "Don't, Arthur, don't fight!"

"Dad!" Draco hurried to his father.

Mr. Malfoy stood up wiping the corners of his blue eyes, glanced at everyone in the Weasley family with a gloomy expression, and then threw an old second-hand Transfiguration textbook into Ginny's cauldron: " Here, little girl, take your book. It's the best thing your father can give you..."

After finishing speaking, he led Draco to squeeze through the crowd of onlookers, and strode out of the store.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, unable to stand the stares of the people around him, he whispered "Sorry" and ran out in despair.

Owen pretended to accidentally bump into Ginny's cauldron, propped his right hand into the cauldron as if he lost his balance, then said "I'm sorry" in a low voice, and then hurriedly squeezed out.

He stroked a notebook he had tucked into his sleeve, with an interested smile on his face.Who wouldn't want to have a diary of cute little Tom?I think he bought its surroundings back then.

Owen just wanted to learn magic in peace and stability, and hoped that there would be no basilisks in Hogwarts this year.But thinking of the unaccounted-for Ravenclaw's diadem... Voldemort isn't about to be resurrected, is he?

"You'd better not do anything at Hogwarts." Owen muttered in his heart, "As long as you stay away from me, I won't be idle to disturb you..." The plot has collapsed, Dumbledore It seemed to be over, and he had to seriously consider the possibility of Voldemort's final victory.

He caught up with Draco and his party, and saw Mr. Malfoy rubbing the corners of his eyes with a cheerful expression, talking to Harry in a pleasant manner.Harry, on the other hand, smiled politely but awkwardly, nodding his head from time to time.

After shaking Harry's hand, Mr. Malfoy walked away slowly, leaving the rest of the time with the children.Before he left, he glanced at the inside of the bookstore with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Harry, you shouldn't rush to buy broomsticks." Draco said slowly, "My father plans to subsidize seven Nimbus 2001 for the Quidditch team, and other colleges will have to follow us Ash."

"It's okay, I've wanted to have my own broomstick for a long time." Harry thought of his broomstick, and wished he could fly a few laps in the air immediately.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?" Owen said. "I should go home."

"Then you go back first, I'll hang out with Harry again." Draco glanced at Harry, who obviously had more to say, and shook his head.

"Harry, I'll put your things in the living room of the villa for you." Owen nodded and said goodbye to the two, and returned to Shafik Manor.

After enjoying a simple lunch, Owen came to his study room, put the diary on the table, crossed his hands on his chin, and looked at the tattered black cover of the diary.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly opened the cover, and saw the indistinct signature on the first page: TM Riddle.

His right hand tapped lightly on the desk, and then tried to tear off the thin-looking title page. After making sure that it could not be torn, he closed the diary with a "snap" and locked it in the drawer.

There is no rush to contact the relationship, let's talk about it when he is interested.It may be this year, or it may be a few years later, or if you are in a bad mood, it will be quite decompressing to burn it directly.

During afternoon tea, Mr. Albert, who had rushed back from the potionists' meeting, drank black tea slowly, and said to Owen who was sitting opposite him: "Owen, it seems that Severus, oh, it's Snape, he's very I am optimistic about you. It is rare for him to attend this party today, and he even communicated with me about your situation."

"Really? He didn't treat me special at school." Owen said casually.

"He has always been like this, and he rarely shows his emotions." Albert said with emotion, "He was like this when he was in school. If I hadn't accidentally discovered that he created many of the popular spells in school, I would still I thought he was just an ordinary classmate, well, at most, he is a little better in Potions."

"Then you made friends with him?" Owen said softly.

"That's right, birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups." Albert said naturally.If it wasn't for the other party's outstanding talent, he would only make friends with the mixed blood with little family power when he was full.

"By the way, Severus asked me to tell you that you can find him if you have anything to do at school. He is willing to solve some problems for you." He raised his left eyebrow and said.

"I see." Owen nodded expressionlessly.This is not in line with Professor Snape's personality. It is most likely Dumbledore's request. It seems that the headmaster has really started to pay attention to him.

"Troublesome." He began to think about how to get Dumbledore's attention.

"By the way, Dad, do you know who is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at the school this year?" Owen asked.Dad, who is always well-informed, must know about this kind of thing.

"Ha, aren't you not interested in this matter?" Albert raised his chin proudly, "I came back from the Wizengamot meeting last time and told you that something interesting happened, You don't even care about it."

Owen blinked his eyes, he didn't expect these two things to be related.He looked at his father's proud expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "May I know about this?"

"Oh? Don't worry, you will find out sooner or later." Albert pretended to be closed.

Well, this key has been sold until now, it's really hard for him to hold back patiently for so many days.His protracted battle was won, and the expected follow-up came late.

Owen helped his forehead helplessly, then stared at him with clear eyes, and began to act cute shamelessly: "Dad, can you tell me?"

Albert was stunned, and quickly drank his lipstick tea, and then said contentedly: "This involves an old case 11 years ago. After the fall of the Dark Lord, his fanatical follower, Sirius Black, was trying to escape. During the chase, he blew up half the street with a spell, killed a dozen Muggles, and blew up a wizard who was chasing him to pieces before he was caught and sent to Azkaban."

Owen's expression became a little weird, it couldn't be what he thought...

"The wizard, Peter Pettigrew, who was blown to the point where only one finger was left, was later awarded the first-class badge of the Order of Merlin. However, some time ago, he suddenly came back, and came back alive after 11 years. He Claiming that he injured his head in that battle and lost all his memory, even the fact that he knew magic, and only recently recovered his memory, so he came back to see his mother."

"He must have been terrified in that battle, perhaps suffering from persecution paranoia, although he was not very courageous. He was afraid all day long that the remaining forces of the Dark Lord would come to revenge on him-to be honest, this How could it be possible—he came here tremblingly to seek shelter from the Ministry of Magic, wanting to stay in the safest place."

"The Ministry of Magic hastily judged the death of a hero, causing him to suffer in Muggle society for more than ten years, and his mother passed away because of excessive grief... This is a big scandal that will affect the credibility of the Ministry of Magic, Wesson Gamore did not hesitate to hold a meeting for this, and finally decided to send Peter Pettigrew to Hogwarts. Fortunately, he himself was too timid to speak out about the matter, so it was settled."

"Wouldn't it be fun to watch those guys scrambling to wipe their asses?"

Mr. Albert poured himself another cup of black tea, and leisurely picked up a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Then how did Gilderoy Lockhart become a security consultant?" Owen nodded amusedly.

"Who made Dumbledore write to him before? After all, Lockhart is a world-renowned writer. If the good job is given to someone else, he will definitely cause a lot of trouble. You must show him something. That's fine. Anyway, his purpose of entering Hogwarts is just to use this to hype up a wave of fame, just get what you want." Albert smacked his lips.

"By the way, have you ever suspected that what happened to Peter Pettigrew was tricky?" Owen said with a smile.

"Ha, who knows." Albert showed a meaningful smile, "but I believe that the vast majority of members have no doubts at all, and will not allow other few people to doubt. Peter Pettigrew has been a hero for 11 years. Sirius Black was also imprisoned in Azkaban for 11 years, and everything has been settled."

"Sometimes the truth is not important. People only need what they think is right. Is there any real benefit in getting justice? It's just tearing off the last fig leaf." Albert still didn't forget to teach Owen, "For politicians, they can play deaf and dumb even when the facts are in front of them. You can't make them admit their mistakes unless they are hanged on the gallows."

"I see." Owen raised the corner of his mouth.

Peter Pettigrew suddenly no longer hides himself and appears in front of everyone at the risk. What is the reason?Did he realize that Harry was playing his mind?No, with such a long summer vacation, he could take the opportunity to slip away and hide himself again.

Unless he had to do so, such as being threatened by something more terrible than exposing himself, or taking orders from someone... say, the missing diadem...

Owen drank the black tea in the cup in one gulp, then sighed softly: "I'm looking forward to this Professor Peter."

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