DNF Meets Harry Potter

Just when Hermione wanted to defend herself, the crowd that surrounded Lihen Bookstore gradually dispersed. Lockhart, who finished the opening ceremony of the autograph session, was walking out the door in extremely elegant clothes.

What greeted him was the flashes of magic cameras constantly flashing all around. From time to time, a few middle-aged witches were captured by Lockhart's smile and screamed excitedly.

Just like Mrs. Weasley who led them to break through the barriers of the crowd. At this moment, she raised her hands and cheered for Lockhart, her face was flushed, as if she had returned to the time when she and Arthur first fell in love when she was young.

Under Lockhart's charming smile, Hermione also forgot the unhappiness with Niari just now, and began to cheer wildly for her idol.

At this moment, the Daily Prophet also took a few photos just right, and Lockhart suddenly felt that his life had reached its peak.

Just when he was about to respond to the crazy fans around him, his eyes swept over Carl. Don't ask, the question is that Hermione's scream was too loud and successfully caught Lockhart's attention.

He was as excited as if he had discovered the ruins left by Merlin in the world, and he no longer bothered to pay attention to the fans and newspaper reporters around him. Pushing aside the witches who wanted to throw him down, he walked towards this side.

Karl secretly thought it was bad, the wind was blowing. He quickly pulled Harry beside him and prepared to run away, but how could Lockhart let them go so easily?

Karl was still a step late after all, because the surrounding area was too crowded. He could only watch as Lockhart strode forward, grabbed Harry's arm, and then looked at him eagerly.

In Lockhart's opinion, it would be a good idea to have a group photo with these two little wizards who defeated the evil Quirrell in the first half of the year and shattered the mystery man's conspiracy. Then his popularity will suddenly skyrocket a lot.

Seeing that Harry was caught by Lockhart, Carl let go of his hand decisively and retreated back. I'm sorry for Harry... He just saw Lockhart's eyes looking at him.

It's terrifying just thinking about it...

"Look who I see?"

"Oh! It's the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter!"

Lockhart tugged on Harry's clothes and said excitedly.

Harry scolded MMP in his heart, did we agree to advance and retreat together? Why did Carl sell himself by changing hands?

He struggled to get rid of Lockhart who was doing the same thing as Grandma Joe in Knockturn Alley just now. However, Lockhart's hand strength was no worse than that of the old and strong Grandma Qiao, and that big hand was like iron pincers, imprisoning him in place and unable to escape.

Harry had no choice but to repeat his old tricks, casting a rescue look at Hermione and Carl, hoping that they could help him.

Carl spread his hands helplessly, he had nothing to do now, so he could only cast a helpless look at Harry to comfort his poor heart.

As for Hermione, she didn't notice Harry's begging eyes at all, because she put all her attention on Lockhart.

After seeing her idol with her own eyes, she was almost as excited as Voldemort and Snape when they met Carl, almost unable to walk. She eagerly walked through the crowd, hoping to have a few words with her idol Lockhart. Of course, if she could get an autograph, she would be so excited that she couldn't sleep.

But with Harry Potter, the savior who can bring him great popularity, Lockhart has no time to pay attention to a little witch. Originally, he wanted to respond to the loudest little witch just now, but now he even felt that the little witch who came up was a little in the way and blocked his plan, so he subconsciously pushed her away from the crowd inside.

Carl had nothing to say about Lockhart's manipulation of Harry's popularity, he simply said something awesome.

Naiyali, who had been observing the situation outside, couldn't help smiling when she saw this scene. In her opinion, according to Hermione's current nympho fanaticism, the possibility of competing with him for Carl is not even 1% or 1/1000.

Lockhart couldn't help feeling a little regretful when he saw Carl walking away. He should have walked faster just now.

However, he quickly adjusted his mentality and pulled Harry hard towards the podium.

"Relax, Harry. We're going to be on the headlines of the Daily Prophet together..."

Lockhart showed his trademark charming smile again, and posed a Poss in front of the camera.

The newspaper reporters in front of him immediately shut up, and there was another sound of pressing the shutter on the field. Lockhart kept changing his posture amidst the continuous sound of shutters, obviously he was already familiar with this kind of situation.

But Harry was miserable. He didn't have many photos since he was born, and he was about to cry because of the flash of the camera. And what made him feel a little uncomfortable was that Lockhart kept grabbing his arm, so that he had no chance of escaping at all.

After taking a photo with Harry, Lockhart then announced that he would be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. In an instant, the applause and cheers on the battlefield reached their peak.

Hermione was so excited that she almost shed tears. She firmly believed that Lockhart would be able to break the curse of the mysterious man staying in the school, and successfully re-elected as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Carl silently observed all of Lockhart's operations in the crowd. Apart from his attainments in magic, this liar is worth learning from him.

For example, how to deceive girls, how to actively mobilize the emotions of others, and how to leave the best impression in others' hearts. In his eyes, Lockhart is simply a walking scumbag manual.

Here Carl was observing everything thoughtfully, while Lockhart's autograph session over there was also coming to an end. Finally, when a golden sun shone on him, he shook his cloak, leaving a background for many witches that they thought they would never forget, and then left the scene amidst the cheers and applause of everyone.

"I think it would be terrible for him to be in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next school year." Harry bit his lip lightly and looked at Lockhart's distant figure, exuding a whiff of complaint.

Although he had only been in contact with Lockhart for a few minutes, the other party was pulling him hard just now to sell his performance. In his opinion, he was not much different from a clown, and the nature of the two was the same. All ridiculous.

"Don't worry, the curse that Voldemort set in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has not been broken for decades, and he will naturally go away next year."

Carl held the seven novels written by Lockhart he just bought with a displeased face, and said rather displeased.

Although this guy also has many qualities worth learning, his favorite operation has always been... Empty glove white wolf...