"I'm stupid, really."

​​

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart raised his dull eyes and continued.

​​

"I only know that Bushmills whisky has a high degree of concentration. Don't drink too much at one time. I don't know that it is so easy to intoxicate after adding wine..."

​​

"During the dinner, I went back to the office and was preparing lessons by myself, when the dwarf leader knocked on my door and said that his brother was missing.

​​

I went to ask everywhere, and sure enough, there was none.

​​

I was in a hurry, so I went out to look for it. Until the end of the dinner, I searched around to find my bedroom, and saw his clothes on the door.

​​

The dwarfs all said, "Oops, I'm afraid they've been attacked."

​​

Going in again, he was actually lying on the bed, stripped of his clothes, tied to the bed, and holding my autograph tightly in his hand..."

​​

Lockhart then just whimpered, unable to utter a word.

​​

Since that day, Lockhart drank the love potion given by Snape and applauded his love with the dwarf... He has become what he is now.

​​

The students below yawned after listening to Lockhart's story.

​​

At the beginning, everyone will shed a few tears of sympathy.

​​

As the number of times increased, no one liked to listen to Lockhart's story, and even Marietta, who liked him the most, felt bored.

​​

But this does not prevent Lockhart from repeating the narrative and observing everyone's reactions.

​​

As a qualified writer, you must know which version of the story can stimulate the tears and sexual interest of readers more!

​​

Lockhart wants to turn pain into strength, change the art of personal experience, and add it to his new book.

​​

The protagonist of the story is no longer himself, but has been transformed into Snape.

​​

Snape was attacked by the **** stick dwarfs and became the victim of the **** road trip!

​​

This is Lockhart's unique way of revenge!

​​

If you can't beat the wicked Snape, just use a pen to stamp... write him to death!

​​

Tsk tsk, what a tough English tough guy.

​​

After class, Lockhart stopped William.

​​

"What's the matter, Professor?" William asked suspiciously.

​​

"How's my shampoo?" Lockhart rubbed his hands and asked eagerly.

​​

"Everyone's feedback is not very good..." William pondered for a moment.

​​

How can there be feedback... The shampoo was either purified by him or improved with various materials.

​​

But certainly you can't tell Lockhart like this, William is a white wolf with empty gloves after all, and he only hunts a sheep.

​​

Cut him bald first and then talk about it!

​​

"Then what should I do? So many bottles have been given away!"

​​

Lockhart became anxious when he heard this, and his heart was bleeding. Those are all glittering Galleons!

​​

Over the years, he has come and gone in the wind and rain, creating materials and writing novels everywhere, and was attacked by dwarfs at Hogwarts... Is it easy to earn so much hard money?

​​

"Don't worry." William said, "It's called hunger marketing, and you're making a profit at a loss!

​​

Let's spread the free shampoo first, and when everyone is used to free shampoo, we can't do without this shampoo. Let's suddenly increase the price and cut it a wave of leeks!

​​

I am a professional! "

​​

"That makes sense..." Lockhart nodded slightly and hesitated again. "But you just said that the feedback was not good."

​​

"That's because the feedback on the British Isles is not good. The wizards on this island are all country people, and they don't know the goods. Otherwise, why are there so many bald people?" William said half-truly.

​​

"It makes sense..." Lockhart was afraid of going bald, so he developed the shampoo early on.

​​

As the saying goes: three-year-old sees old, seven-year-old sees old, twelve-year-old is life-long.

​​

Judging from Lockhart's years of experience, many young wizards in this school will go bald in the future.

​​

For example, the hair is polished every time...Malfoy!

​​

He was exactly twelve years old, and Lockhart would never misunderstand him.

​​

What Lockhart didn't understand the most was Dumbledore.

​​

Judging from the principal's hair quality, middle-aged people should be bald, why are they getting old... Not only did the hair grow back, but it was also long and fluttering?

​​

He had never heard of a potion for baldness, it was a terminal illness.

​​

The principal must be wearing a wig!

​​

William continued to flicker: "The wizards in England don't know anything, but let me tell you, Lao Maozi likes your shampoo very much.

​​

They like explosions and excitement, and the more dangerous they are, the more comfortable they are.

​​

And those wizards in Northern Europe... Do you know Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Magic?

​​

He wrote to me that he loved this shampoo. "

​​

"You still know Karkaroff?" Lockhart said in surprise.

​​

"Knowing, we hit it off right away and called him brothers. He also invited me to go to their school."

​​

"How does he rate my shampoo?"

​​

"He said that washing chest hair is very soft, and he wanted to invite you, an inventor, to wash it together."

​​

"..." Lockhart covered his butt, recalling bad memories.

​​

"By the way, William, I still have a few boxes of shampoo, you can take them all in a while!"

​​

"Isn't that bad, professor? I'm not that kind of person."

​​

"Whoever we are with, don't be polite to me."

​​

At this moment, an owl flew over.

​​

William was stunned, it was Rita's owl.

​​

He said sorry, went to the corner, took down the letter, and opened the envelope.

​​

Looking at the information in the letter, William frowned.

​​

"What's the matter, William, who sent it?" Lockhart asked with a smile.

​​

William also showed a smile and looked at Professor Lockhart meaningfully.

​​

"It's nothing, it's just that the professor suddenly... is very powerful and hides it."

​​

……

​​

……

​​

Principal's office.

​​

Dumbledore folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.

​​

"Where did you get the news? William." He asked softly.

​​

"Um...this is..."

​​

"You can leave it alone."

​​

"I got it from Rita, I got a little handle on her." William said vaguely.

​​

"At Christmas, you were talking about her, right?"

​​

"That's right." William nodded. "But now is not the time to talk about Rita, Professor, we're talking about Hagrid!"

​​

"Hagrid's problem, in the whole incident, is not a big problem." Dumbledore said calmly.

​​

"But Lockhart reported that Hagrid opened the secret room, he was going to be taken to Azkaban, and Fudge said he would send an Auror..."

​​

"This should have happened six months ago," Dumbledore said.

​​

"When the Chamber of Secrets was first opened, Fudge wrote me a letter to arrest Hagrid to go to Azkaban, but I pushed him down."

​​

"Is that so... That means that there is no room for recovery?"

​​

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes looking through the half-moon glasses.

​​

"William, you should know more about our minister. You will have to deal with him sooner or later."

​​

"What's the meaning?"

​​

"I've put your name on it as the representative of British youth in Wizengamore."

​​

"I thought it was just casual talk."

​​

"Fudge did say it casually, but I took it seriously, and I happen to be the chief wizard of Wizengamot, and I need you to help me!"

​​

William didn't care too much. "Let's talk about this minister."

​​

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and said softly, "Fu Guiji is a politician at heart, and he likes to habitually throw the blame and put the blame on others when things happen.

​​

There was an attack at Hogwarts, he would definitely not be able to withstand the pressure and would take Hagrid away.

​​

I pressed him for a while, but I can't take him too seriously. I'm not the Minister of Magic after all.

​​

And he had long been afraid of me in his heart, and always felt that I was going to take his power. "

​​

"Why are you not the Minister of Magic... You must be better than him." William said suspiciously.

​​

Dumbledore was silent, he was silent for a long time.

​​

"William, I am not boasting, the position of Minister of Magic has been placed in front of me, not once, but many times.

​​

But I refused, and I knew I couldn't give power to me. "

​​

"why?"

​​

"Because I did some wrong things when I was young, very bad, very desperate wrong things... I hurt a child, a child similar to your sister Annie."

​​

"That incident proved that power is my weakness, my temptation... I swore... I will be a teacher at Hogwarts all my life."

​​

Dumbledore looked out the window in silence for a long time.

​​

William was also in a daze.

​​

He suddenly realized that the painful man in front of him was actually a gray-haired, over 100-year-old old man.

​​

And everyone is accustomed to let Dumbledore stand in the front, sheltering from the wind and rain.

​​

William couldn't help comforting:

​​

"Professor~lightnovelpub.net~ If that child sees how great you are now, he will forgive you."

​​

"Yes." Dumbledore burst into tears, "The child has always been gentle, and she will definitely forgive me with a smile... It's just that I don't forgive myself!"

​​

"I don't deserve to be forgiven either, Hogwarts...that's my Azkaban."

​​

William opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say. He stood up and patted the old man's broad shoulder comfortingly across the table.

​​

This picture is strange and sad.

​​

……

​​

……

​​

(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone.

​​

Thanks to "Hellcat" for the reward. )

​​

​​