When he came to the Ministry of Magic, the traces of the previous war had been eliminated. Lockhart found that the vigilance of the Ministry of Magic had indeed increased a lot. He gave Lin Feng the wand he bought at the age of 11, but he could not come up with a legitimate one. wand to be examined.

Although he was annoyed that he was always unable to do things with his brain, his fame came in handy at this time. After confirming that it was him, he didn't need to hand over his wand and entered it.

After handing over the official letter from the Chinese government to the Department of International Wizards Exchange and Cooperation, he came to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Rufus, congratulations on your promotion."

"Hmph, I don't want this kind of promotion..." After becoming the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the faint murderous look in Scrimgeour's eyes became more sophisticated and sharp, making Lockhart a little afraid to look him in the eye. , "Amelia is a very competent director, her death is a huge loss for us!"

"How did it happen?" Lockhart asked, "Did the mysterious man make a move?"

"On the way to work, I was ambushed by at least five or six Death Eaters."

"You don't need a fireplace to go to work at this time?" Lockhart asked, "what did she think!"

"There was a family who called the police and said there were strange signs in the neighborhood, and she stopped by to see it right between her house and the Ministry of Magic," said Scrimgeour with a fierce look. "It turned out that the family was imprisoned. control."

"Ah..." Lockhart sighed regretfully.

"The traces at the scene suggest that she killed at least one Death Eater, and may have abandoned her defense to kill that one," Scrimgeour added.

"She has this strength," Lockhart said, "but no matter what, her life is the most precious, isn't it?"

"...What's the matter with you?" Scrimgeour asked impatiently. "Anything new to tell me."

"About the Dementors..."

"Alastor has already told me, you just check it out, and let me know if you find it. I will arrange for a striker and Auror to join forces to hunt down the Dementors, and then all the remaining ones will be killed. "

"Well, that's good," Lockhart nodded. "I bought something interesting from China and brought you some gifts."

"Thank you, put it over there," Scrimgeour pointed to Lockhart for a table. "You can go now. We're busy right now. If the professor doesn't want to do it, come and help."

"Then I say goodbye." Lockhart turned around.

"By the way, I can see that Mr. Savior trusts you very much." Scrimgeour shouted from behind, "If possible, you'd better let him speak for the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic is not all rice buckets!"

"I will, at least Harry said he wanted to be an Auror after graduation." Lockhart agreed.

"That's good!" Scrimgeour's tone couldn't help but bring joy, "Tell him more about the wonderful stories of your time as an Auror, you can make up your own, you're good at this, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Lockhart rolled his eyes and left Scrimgeour's office.

After leaving the office, Lockhart immediately went to Diagon Alley to buy a wand registered with the Ministry of Magic, otherwise it would be inconvenient in daily life.

For the first time, the Leaky Cauldron Bar seemed so deserted and empty. Gone were the lively crowds of the past, and all that remained was Tom, the owner, wrinkled and toothless. As soon as Lockhart entered, Tom looked up hopefully, as if expecting a visitor.

"Mr. Lockhart, would you like a drink?"

"No, I'm going to Diagon Alley now," Lockhart couldn't bear to see how deserted the bar was, and threw a Galleon over there, "I'll have a drink next time, this is the prepaid drink price, I hope the store can keep open."

"Of course the store will be open all the time, walk slowly." Tom happily put away Jin Galleon, Lockhart crossed the bar, came to the cold little yard with the garbage cans in the back, and knocked on the wall. A brick, where immediately a doorway appeared, leading to a winding cobble path.

Diagon Alley has completely changed. Spell books, potion raw materials and cauldrons were displayed in the window, and the colorful ones were now invisible, but were completely obscured by a large notice posted by the Ministry of Magic. Most of the intimidating purple notices were enlarged versions of the safety advisories in pamphlets distributed by the Ministry of Magic over the summer, and some featured black-and-white campaign photos of wanted Death Eaters. Anthony Dolokhov sneered grimly at the door of the nearby pharmacy. Several windows were boarded up, including Florin. Fosco's ice cream shop. On the other hand, many tattered stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street. The closest stall to them was under a stained striped canopy outside Lihen Bookstore, with a cardboard sign tacked to the front of the stall:

Amulet: Effective against Werewolves, Dementors and Inferi

A scruffy little sorcerer sold passersby a large string of chained silver mascots, shaking them with a thud.

"Sir, buy one." He shook the things in his hand toward Lockhart, "Even if you are good at dealing with black magic, you can't stop the attack from behind!"

Lockhart walked over as if he hadn't seen it. Many passersby had worried and anxious expressions on their faces, and no one stopped to speak. Shoppers all stick together in groups of threes and fives, heading straight for what they want to buy, and no one seems to be shopping alone like they do.

Lockhart came to a random wand shop and bought a random wand. To be honest, he has always sneered at the idea of ​​wand identity. Different wands do have subtle differences in the hands of different people~lightnovelpub.net~ But that is Because of spellcasting habits. Eleven-year-olds haven't learned to cast spells at all, so they have trouble picking out a wand. And Lockhart is just buying a wand that he doesn't plan to use now, and he just picks it at will.

After buying the wand, he went straight to the Weasley Brothers' new store to see if they had anything new to sell.

"Professor Lockhart!" cried one of the twins in surprise, "did you bring us anything from China?"

"I don't think it's as interesting as the stuff in your store." Lockhart said with a smile, "Is there anything new in the store?"

"Basically, there is nothing new, and the Hogsmeade store that has it here will also have it."

"Let the professor see the good things we developed independently!"

George lifted a curtain next to the Muggle magic items, and Lockhart saw a darker, but less crowded room, where the product packaging lined the shelves in a low-key manner.

"We've just developed these more serious products," Fred said. "It's interesting to say..."

"You can't believe that so many people, even those who work at the Ministry of Magic, can't pronounce a decent Ironclad Charm," George said. "Of course, they haven't met a professor as good as you."

"Any professor will teach the Iron Armor Spell. It's because they didn't learn it well."

"Or didn't learn it. The professor explained the principle to us every time in class," George complimented. "That's why we learned well."

"Hehe, so, have you passed the advanced wizard level exam?" Lockhart asked.

PS: (This is just a novel! I don’t want to explain to Lutherdo, who even reads the novel as the author’s reactionary. After all, the author goes to work during the day and night for monsters, so he doesn’t have much time.)

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