Hermione, join me as Minister of Magic!

I figured I'd figure out which ones helped me, thanks.

Lockhart kept this sentence in his heart and didn't say it.

Although he hasn't been in contact for a long time, Lockhart has roughly figured out the temperament of this young lady-knowledgeable, arrogant, and self-centered.

To be honest, none of this is surprising.

When a person grows up smoothly and his requirements are basically met, it is strange that he is not self-centered.

It has nothing to do with his/her upbringing, it just depends on his environment - when a person establishes rules and rulers in his heart, he needs to experience a lot of setbacks before he can establish them. For adults with rigorous thinking logic, It is so difficult to establish rules and standards in the heart, let alone children?

Lockhart didn't intend to quarrel with such a person, and he didn't even want to try to change Gemma too much, because even according to the strictest standards, "self-centered" is not completely derogatory.

Self-centered people have two very annoying characteristics when interacting with others. The first is that they have almost no sense of teamwork. Everything only considers their own feelings and does not pay attention to what others are thinking; the second is "white-eyed wolf", Others' accommodation to him/her will not only not be appreciated by him/her, but will be taken for granted.Minpa has satisfied him 1000 times, as long as the 1001st time does not satisfy him a little, he will be full of resentment towards you.

These two points are especially common among the "rich second generation", even if he/she is not a rich child in the usual sense.

In fact, the more educated and capable the rich second generation, the more self-centered

more serious,

For this kind of person, you must not please him/her, and even mistakenly think that this is "emotional investment"-this is a big joke.

—Once you give in to him/her and accommodate him/her, he/she will not think that he/she owes you, but will automatically classify you as a "lower" from the heart like a beast that can distinguish the degree of prey people".Once you are regarded as a "subordinate" by this kind of person in your heart, the more you subdue him/her, the more he/she will get worse.

Fortunately, as a bureaucrat, Lockhart has seen too many such people, and he knows that what this kind of people lack is not knowledge, but education.

Or...domestication.

Frankly speaking, the latter was more attractive to Lockhart.

Because it takes a lot of energy and cost to educate this kind of person, but he doesn't have this leisure time, just like he can "educate" Bellatrix, but he would rather destroy her.

Conversely, self-centered people are a disaster to work with, but they are fine as subordinates.

They are not afraid of the unknown, and they have strong independent thinking ability, which is very suitable for "singing black face") or letting him take charge of new business.

More importantly, although this kind of person doesn't know how to respect others, they are born to know what authority is) as long as he/she puts you in the position of the hunter, you will find that the servility in themselves is also the same. Less, or even more than the average person.

People who are "little emperors" at home often soften when they meet ruthless people outside, and they dare not resist at all;

The rich second generation who scolded the anchor, scolded the Internet celebrity on the blog, and even scolded the stars who played with him because he was not happy with the game, but only dared to tease and laugh at himself with those "official second generation" parties , huddled aside and drank wine, not daring to say a word;

People who show their teeth and claws and boss around in front of their own epidemic prevention personnel, but humble themselves in front of foreigners, take the initiative to excuse their bad behavior, and even endure the unfair treatment that happened to them.

——A person who is self-centered to the extreme is nothing more than a paper tiger who is fierce and soft-hearted.

Although he has already judged himself as a nominal subordinate, when Gemma Farley told Lockhart that "some people are not worth contacting", Lockhart knew what he should do.

Sorry, although I'm not a bad person, I also hate being passive!

Looking at the changes in Hogsmeade, Hermione didn't feel much, but Ron felt very novel.

Because the wizarding world is not a fast-growing place, so the changes have not been great, and such large-scale civil engineering operations are really rare.

"Poor Harry." Ron couldn't help but said, "He can't come to such a wonderful village...I'm going to find Colin Creevey later, ask him to take more pictures of the scenery here, and then take it back to give Look, Harry."

Just then, there was a muffled sound behind him.

"No, thanks, I think I can see for myself."

Hearing this familiar voice, Ron was really taken aback.

He turned quickly, only to see a floating head - that of Harry Potter.

"Whoa!" Ron yelled, "You've learned to Apparate?"

"No, I just made a map, and there happened to be a secret passage on it." Harry was obviously very proud of scaring the two little friends.

While he was moping about not being able to go to Hogsmeade, Fred

And George found him and gave him a Marauder's Map.

Although he knew it was not good to do so, Harry still couldn't resist the temptation. He came to Honeydukes' cellar from the Hogsmeade secret passage indicated by the Marauder's Map.

Hermione looked around, then lowered her voice, and called softly, "Harry, you're in danger like this!"

There was uncontrollable panic in her voice, and Harry could hear it.

"It's okay, no one will notice, I'm wearing an invisibility cloak." Harry said comforting Hermione as he took off the invisibility cloak from himself, "Don't talk about Filch and dementors, it's Sirius Bradley Ke is standing in front of me now, and he can't find me... oh... where did this dog come from?"

Looking at the big black dog that suddenly appeared in front of him and stared at him eagerly, Harry was a little puzzled.

"Professor Lockhart's dog." Hermione was also puzzled: "Why do animals like to cling to you? Snakes, cats, and this dog..."

"Who knows, maybe I also have the talent of a druid." Harry said happily.He subconsciously ignored Aunt Marge's dog who liked to chase and bite him.Probably because of getting along with Hagrid's "fang" for a long time, Harry gradually discovered that whether a dog is docile or not has little to do with its size.

He crouched down and slowly approached the dog.

"What's the big guy's name?" Harry asked.

"Bawkerball," Hermione replied, "It's a pretty good dog, and it doesn't usually growl when it sees people. Last time it was scratched by Crookshanks several times and it didn't resist."

Hearing what she said, Harry felt relieved, and tentatively put his hand on the big black dog's head.

The big black dog raised its head slightly, and let Harry touch it with its tongue sticking out, without any resistance.

"A good dog indeed," said Harry approvingly. "So, where do we go next?"

Just as Harry was saying this, a gust of cold wind hit, making Ron shiver.

"How about we go to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeer?" suggested Ron.

"Listen to you." Harry patted the big black dog on the head, "Okay, Briquette, go back to your house and enjoy the fireplace, we're going to drink too... oh, someone is coming!"

Looking over the head of the big black dog, Harry vaguely saw several people wearing Ministry of Magic burqas walking towards them, quickly put the cloak of invisibility on them, and then disappeared into the air.

Ron and Hermione hurriedly stood aside, pretending to be nonchalant, as if they had been teasing the dog just now.

In the distance, a person wearing a burqa slowly approached and stopped in front of the screaming shack.

"Here it is, Batty... It seems that everything is fine, right?" A man with a big belly looked up at the door of the house and said to the people next to him.

"Yes, Minister."

The man next to him seemed a little more reserved, but his demeanor was still natural.

He glanced at the signboard at the entrance of the Shrieking Shack, and the words "Hogsmeade Office of the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic" were clearly visible on it.

Ron recognized the two at a glance: "It's Minister of Magic Fudge and Mr. Crouch! They should be here to inspect."

Harry didn't want to cause trouble, so he wrapped the Invisibility Cloak tighter, and followed Ron and Hermione to the bar quickly.

"Go away," he whispered to the big black dog, here it is."

But Sirius is still inseparable.

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After Hermione and Ron opened the door of the three broomsticks, they waited for a while, so that Harry behind them could enter together, but the cold wind they brought in when they opened the door suddenly caused several drinkers at the door to complain loudly.

"Close the door!" they shouted to the three children.

"I'm sorry." Ron had to bear it for others, "This dog is going to get in too.

"Oh, isn't that Gildero's dog... why isn't he staying in the shed?" The drinkers recognized him.

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic is here, maybe they think it's noisy?" Ron didn't want to attract attention, so he changed the subject: "It's snowing in the sky, can the movie be played this afternoon.

"No problem." The drinker was indeed distracted, "Although the cinema has not been built yet, the first floor is already usable, just wear more clothes, even if each person is provided with a free cup of hot cocoa, because there is a temporary No fire yet."

"Thank you." Ron said satisfied.

They found a place to sit, with Hermione covering Harry while Ron went to buy three butterbeers.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Harry felt that butter beer was simply the most delicious thing he had ever drunk. From today, there was another regular customer on his favorite drink list.

It's just that he didn't enjoy it for a long time, and several people came in at the door of the bar.Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation, Gilderoy Lockhart and his assistant Gemma Farley

If these members of the Ministry of Magic are not conspicuous, then in addition

After Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Rubeus Hagrid followed, this group of people was really eye-catching.

"Rosmerta!" Lockhart greeted the front desk, "One table... No, let's put together three tables! My treat!"

"Oh, bad." Hermione suddenly became nervous, "Professor Flitwick is here too, he has goblin blood and is very sensitive to magic power! Be careful, Harry." Harry quickly bent down, and turned the invisible The hood was tighter.

The big black dog grinned as he watched the movements of the three little guys.

Even though he knew that he might be exposed, when he saw the familiar scene of a "James' head" coming out from under the invisibility cloak, he still couldn't hold back and followed.

He knew that he couldn't recognize his godson right now, but he just couldn't help it, even if it was like now, it would be good to sit next to each other.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to 15 years ago. At that time, it seemed that he, James Potter, Lupine and Peter were sitting around in front of the three broomsticks, and risked being discovered, secretly tasted Whiskey not for sale to children

That kind of life is really nostalgic, but it has gone with the wind... As soon as he was distracted, he didn't pay attention to what the people behind him were talking about.Lockhart wanted to order a glass of absinthe for the Minister, but Fudge said that it was cold today and he wanted something sweet, so he substituted gooseberry rum.

Crouch didn't want to drink anything, but he also ordered a sweet drink in order to be social, and Hagrid even ordered a full 4 pints of mead, and Flitwick and Professor McGonagall also ordered their favorite drinks.

When the wine was served, Fudge invited Rosmerta to sit down with him, and they began to chat.

"...You know Hagrid, Minister." Lockhart used this sentence as a joke.

The opening remarks, "No one thought that this kind of thing would happen. If he said that he hurt people on purpose, I am afraid that no one who has studied at Hogwarts would believe it."

"I know that too, but it's very difficult to handle."

Fudge's tone of voice reminded Lockhart of his boss in his previous life, the way of his tone was exactly the same

"I'm under a lot of pressure now. If he hadn't raised that acromant spider before, maybe the situation would be much better now, but...if we don't do anything, we won't be able to explain it to the public."

Ty, this is such a pain in the ass. ' agreed Lockhart.

Before sitting down, Lockhart noticed Hermione and the others next to each other, and also noticed the somewhat abrupt empty seat between the big black dog and Ron.

So he winked at Hermione and signaled for them to listen carefully, determined to teach these children another lesson.

I have spent a lot of effort in preparing for this Triwizard Tournament, but the biggest problem is that we cannot reduce the cost of introducing some magical creatures. said Lockhart to Fudge, "such as the Egyptian sphinxes, the Romanian dragons, and others that need to be brought in . . . a lot of money, as Mr. Crouch can attest." "

"A lot of money?" asked Fudge, frowning.

He thought it was Lockhart who was asking him for funding, but the Ministry of Magic's finances were really tight, and there might not be much budget to spare.

"Yeah, this is mainly because our magical creature breeding industry in Britain is really too backward, not only behind Greece and France, but also behind Egypt and Romania. It is difficult for me to find local dragon farms. If we have our own In this industry, the cost can be reduced by at least half." Lockhart complained.

Fudge instinctively wanted to throw the blame away: "It's not my fault, the main reason is that Master Scamander opposes us breeding magical creatures for the purpose of experimentation, so everyone feels that it is unprofitable."

Lockhart quickly winked at Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick: "No one blames you, minister. I'm just pointing out the current situation—there are too few talents in our field. Those who are outstanding in this area, such as Charlie Weasley, can only go abroad to work in Romania because they have no relationship with related industries in the country."

Professor McGonagall finally understood what Lockhart meant: "He's right, minister, I've always wanted to teach students transfiguration with the feathers that the thunderbirds shed, but the Americans are so dark that they sell for a pound We have 70 Galleons, this is simply robbery!"

"But we can't help it, because only they have breeding." Flitwick said in harmony, "There are also water snake gemstones suitable for students to practice spells, and the Americans have been stuck with us."

"Yes, Severus complained more than once that even if the production of African tree snake skin is limited, a can of salamander blood costs 2 Galleons, which is too much."

"Also, the dragon liver in Diagon Alley actually costs 16 Sickles an ounce... However, the humectant must be used for this, and we spend a lot of gold every year to buy it from Romania, the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists That's why Mr Granger was so angry that he smashed things in public last time."

Fudge looked at this and then at that, and finally realized that these people in front of him had something to do with him.

"So? Should we build our own farm?" Fudge asked rhetorically.

"We need people if we want to build industry, but don't expect students to be able to take care of llamas when they go to school with only Flobber caterpillars. It's about the future of our Britain and we have to Tell the public about it in the newspaper."

Lockhart looked serious, as if he was talking about a life-threatening matter.

Fudge nodded subconsciously: "Yes, this is an obligation of our Ministry of Magic.

But as soon as he said those words, he realized something again.

"Ha! I was almost bypassed by you guys!" He laughed, "It's just a Hippogriff, why are you like this?"

P.So Maoke’s sensitive word system is getting weirder and weirder, 2k words have to be changed in more than a dozen places

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Hagrid's eyes widened suddenly—he hadn't figured out what McGonagall, Flitwick, and Lockhart had just said together until now.

Lockhart laughed, "Of course not for such trivial matters. How can we use such trivial matters to bother you who are concerned about the country and the people? Those are just incidental: we are just thinking: Let the already popular You who support you are more than expected.”

Of course Fudge knew that Lockhart was talking nonsense, and what he said later was the key, but he liked hearing it, so he convinced himself.

It's like going to a beauty shop. People will always say that you are beautiful, but then change the subject and say that your skin is rough and dehydrated, and then recommend various physical therapy products to you. The reason is the same.