Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"...At this critical moment, I broke free from the evil magic that the female ghost cast on me, waved my wand, and released a very powerful, very powerful flashing exorcism spell, which is a variant of the flashing spell, the dazzling light seems to be noon The scorching sun, lit between my rods..."

Lockhart waved his wand while reciting the contents of "Break With a Female Ghost", but compared to the description, the tip of his wand only lit up a very faint white light.

Fortunately, Hermione cooperated very well, and immediately pretended to be frightened, screamed, and ran off the podium, and Clark woke up in time from his confusion.

"Yeah, that's how I saved the honest Muggle guy Jack by casting out the witch in Bandon Valley by a spell. Thank you, Miss Granger and Pwy. Mr. Te, I think it's time for you to go to lunch."

Lockhart looked at the little wizard under the stage, listened to the get out of class bell, and ended this Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The little wizards rushed out of the classroom. They had no classes in the afternoon. At this moment, they just wanted to hurry up and finish lunch, and then rush back to the lounge to take a good nap.

But Clark stayed at the end. When all the little wizards had left, he took Hermione to the podium, "Professor Lockhart, we have something to ask you."

Lockhart stopped packing his things and looked up at them, "Ah, it's Clark, I have to say, you performed very well today, do you want my autographed photo?"

He showed a big smile and prepared to take out his autographed photo.

Clark asked for him, and of course he would not refuse. After taking the autographed photo, he said, "Professor, it's like this. Several of our students are going to jointly run a "Hogwarts School Magazine"."

"Ah! That's great," Lockhart resumed his recollection. "Actually, when I was younger, I also..."

Clark hurriedly interrupted him, "Professor, we came to you today because we hope you can be our instructor and help us get this magazine up and running."

His words made Lockhart stunned for a moment, "Me? To be an instructor? Hahaha, how embarrassing is this."

"We sincerely invite you to help us." Hermione emphasized.

Clark saw the look of heartbeat on Lockhart's face, so he struck while the iron was hot, pretending to be wronged.

"Of course, I know, we don't have much money, we don't invest much, we just play small things, Professor Lockhart, you can't look down on us, it's forgivable..."

When Lockhart heard this, he quickly denied it: "No, no, that's not what I meant. It's not because of money. How can I value money."

"Great!" Clark grabbed Lockhart's hand and shook it vigorously. "Since Professor, you agreed to be the editor-in-chief of this magazine, then we can rest assured."

Lockhart looked at them bewildered, when did he agree, "No, I..."

"Yeah, Professor, you are so kind, I adore you so much!"

Hermione sang a harmony on the side, coaxing Lockhart into ecstasy, when Clark said: "One more thing, our magazine has just started, no..."

"Money?" Lockhart showed an embarrassed look, "This... teacher, I don't have any money now..."

"No, no," Clark said quickly, "you don't need to pay for the professor. We have temporarily obtained some support from the Daily Prophet. We don't need to spend any money yet, it's just your salary as editor-in-chief..."

Looking at the embarrassed Clark and Hermione, Lockhart waved his hand freely, "I thought it was what, the salary is not needed, after all, you are only students, how much money can you have."

Clark smiled happily when he got the answer he wanted.

"That's great, Professor, we will definitely put your name on the cover as editor-in-chief!"

Clark and Hermione ran out of the classroom excitedly, and Lockhart shouted behind them, "Don't forget to choose a nice picture for me."

The two ran down several floors in a row, slowing down until it was confirmed that Lockhart could not hear their conversation.

"We lied to Professor Lockhart just now, okay?" Hermione looked at Clark. "You know that once the magazine starts to roll out subscriptions, the professor just needs to look at it and know that we are not short of money."

"It can only mean that you have too little experience."

Clark said as he walked.

"Yes, we are not short of money. Even if the magazine is short of money, I have enough ability to pay Lockhart. But it is not like this. You know, dealing with different people requires different methods.

A person like Professor Lockhart likes to be self-centered. Don't look at what he says now. Really, when we make the school magazine lively, he will definitely not be satisfied with being a rubber stamp.

If we treat him well at the beginning, then he will definitely gain an inch later, want more benefits, and intervene in the affairs of the school journal. At that time, we will be passive. "

"So you do your best to suppress his interests now," Hermione immediately began to make inferences. "When he has other ideas later, will you be able to bargain with him?"

Clark nodded, "Yes, you are very smart."

Hermione raised her head proudly, "That's right, looking at Professor Lockhart's class, the stories in his book must be full of moisture, as long as we collect evidence, we don't have to worry about not having the tools to beat him. "

Clark laughed, "I don't have to worry about you. I'll have my own arrangements. You'd better fix your part first."

The two walked to the auditorium and sat down at the long table in Gryffindor, UU reading www.uukanshu. com was immediately filled with food.

Clark cut the steak with a knife and fork and asked Hermione, "By the way, do we have any plans for the afternoon?"

Hermione ate the spaghetti bolognese on the plate and recalled, "There seems to be a Quidditch team training in the afternoon, it's our Gryffindor, George said let's go over, the sports section of the first issue Introducing our own team."

After lunch, the two went back to the dormitory to rest for a while, and waited until after four o'clock, when the sun was not so hot, they left the castle, stepped on the green grass, and walked towards the Quidditch pitch.

The Gryffindor players were coming out of the locker room when the two of them got there.

Harry saw Ron sitting in the stands, and Clark and Hermione who had just arrived, and waved hello to them.

"Not finished yet?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"It hasn't started yet," said Harry slightly complaining, "Wood taught us new tactics."

Then, he got on his broom, kicked the ground with his feet, and flew up with a whoosh.