The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Ebony, fifteen inches, bird and snake feathers." Tom took out his previous debut novel and handed it to Ron.

"This is the first wand I have made. Although it is not as good as those professional wand makers, it is at least more stable."

Ron took the simple-looking wand and fell into ecstasy. He took the wand and waved it twice casually. He tried a few simple spells and found that although there was some lag in casting, it was not as good as the magic wand. Compared with a broken wand, it is completely in the sky and on the earth.

"Thank you, Tom, I really don't know how I would survive this semester without you..." Ron put his newly acquired wand into his robes.

"It is the duty of the wand maker to find the owner of the wand." Tom also showed a smile, it was just a little effort, and to be honest, his wand was indeed very average.

It’s the apprentice’s first work, so it’s good if it’s usable.

After helping Ron solve the wand problem, Tom and Hermione returned to the Ravenclaw lounge.

"Thank you for the bookmark, I like it very much." After saying this to Tom at the door of the lounge, Hermione seemed to want to say something else, but in the end she didn't say anything, but her cheeks turned red again.

She thought for a while and seemed to suddenly remember something. She took out a silk handkerchief from her arms and gently wiped Tom's cheek.

"If you encounter difficulties, you can come to me and I should be able to help you."

She put the handkerchief into Tom's hand and trotted away.

Tom felt the lingering fragrance on his face and smiled shyly.

He looked at the handkerchief. It was white silk with a red tulip embroidered on it. There was a very elegant fragrance on the handkerchief. Tom couldn't help but move it up and smell it.

…

"How was it?" As soon as Hermione returned to the dormitory, she was surrounded by her roommates. Naturally, what awaited her was a rigorous interrogation like a trial.

"So Little Yang didn't confess to you?" Su Li looked disappointed.

"What confession! I don't understand what you are saying!" Hermione said angrily.

"It seems like this little girl has something to hide..." Mandy Bloch noticed something was wrong, so she threw Hermione down and scratched the itchy flesh under her armpits, "Come on, do you want to tell me?" ?”

"What's there-haha, wait-wait a minute..."

Soon, the roommates learned what happened.

"Wow!"

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"This is a great start!"

"Quick, try that bookmark he gave me!" Lisa Dupin brought a booklet and asked Hermione to try it.

Hermione slipped the bookmark in and closed the book.

Then... big eyes stared at small eyes.

"So, how do you know if it has been scanned?" Someone asked such a soul question.

Silence fell in the room, and Hermione was speechless: Tom really didn't say what it would look like when the scan was completed.

Fortunately, the book is very thin, and the petiole of the leaf bookmark popped out of the page in less than a minute.

"It should have been scanned!" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why. She didn't want this bookmark to be exposed in front of her friends. She regretted a little: Why did she tell her friends about this bookmark as if she was obsessed with it? - this should be a secret between myself and Tom!

She suddenly didn't want her roommates to touch the bookmark. The bookmark had special meaning to her.

Hermione wrote a word on the parchment, then scanned the word with the leaf stalk of the bookmark, and the leaf automatically began to look up words for her, making the little witches around her look stunned.

But when they wanted to continue playing, Hermione put the bookmark away: she was going to start scanning the textbook.

Hermione wanted to be a little selfish about the bookmark.

Of course, she cleverly found a topic to get through: Professor Lockhart.

Speaking of Lockhart, everyone soon forgot about Tom.

The girls were chattering about Lockhart's experience, Lockhart's new book and Lockhart's amazing car trip - most of them thought this behavior was so cool, this fantasy. Color travel is what they pursue.

Even Hermione fantasized about traveling in a car with Tom, but she just thought about it, after all, it was a violation of the confidentiality law.

But it’s really romantic! Sit in a car and cross the stars.

The girls chatted for a while and realized that everyone seemed to be fans of Professor Lockhart? Then, several people looked at each other and smiled: So, you are also a fan of Lockhart!

Everyone took out Lockhart's posters from their suitcases and pasted them on the walls of the dormitory. Hermione didn't have a poster. What she held in her hand was the complete collection of Lockhart's works - Flourish and Blotts Edition, which also aroused the envy of the little witches.

Where is Professor Lockhart at this time? In the little dark room.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in his suitcase, his chest and head seemed to be split open, his mouth was blocked, and his hands and feet were tied.

He tried hard to recall what happened before he passed out. The last scene in his mind was when Tom gave him flowers, and he couldn't remember the next thing clearly.

Suddenly the box was opened and light shone in, making Lockhart dizzy. A figure jumped in, took out the things in his mouth, untied the ropes from his hands and feet and threw them away. A bucket of water and a pack of sandwiches were beside him.

"Be honest, if you make a sound, don't think about being able to move around freely in the future."

Lockhart recognized the voice. It was Tom.

"Tom, is there any misunderstanding between us? I know that my new book has been delayed for too long, but locking me in a dark room will not help. I lack inspiration-"

Tom looked at him without emotion as he spoke, then took out a pair of handcuffs and legcuffs from his arms, and then brought a big iron ball over, locking Lockhart tightly to prevent him from making trouble in the box. What a big move - these things were kindly sponsored by Filch, who was flattered and delighted when he heard that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was interested in the "tools" in his office.

He carefully taught Tom how to use various torture instruments, and he was proud to say that these instruments were as good as new under his care. When Tom showed a little bit of interest, he gave Tom a set as a gift.

"Really, professor, please believe me, as long as you are willing to let the students who are in solitary confinement be hung up, no one in your class will be distracted!" Filch promised Tom confidently.

After Tom put the shackles on Lockhart, he smiled playfully.

"Professor Lockhart, please explain this secret room in your box."

Lockhart's chatter ceased.

He said in a panic: "I don't know why there is such a space in my box..."

Tom just looked at him, with a look on his face that said: Do you think I'm a fool?

Lockhart gradually felt guilty.

"Professor Lockhart, those experiences you have are all other people's, right? You took their experiences from those reclusive old wizards, and then packaged them into your own experiences..."

"I didn't!" cried Lockhart.

"As for those wizards who were tricked by you, have you killed them all? Just like what I did to you, first imprison them here, then torture them out of their stories, and finally kill them... "

"I've never done this before!" Lockhart couldn't help but panic when he heard Tom's reasoning getting more and more outrageous: Tom had just said that he would do the same thing to himself - but he really didn't kill those wizards. Ah, at best, it's just a cliché first and then the memory is erased.

Lockhart didn't start writing as soon as he graduated. He started a business at the beginning. He invented a shampoo made from bird and snake egg yolks that really "locked in shine" but because the raw materials for this product were too dangerous and expensive, it was never produced for the mass market.

Later he became a writer by coincidence.

When Lockhart first started writing, he was still aiming to publish the adventures of other wizards, but one day by chance, he discovered that the person he was interviewing was not wary of him!

So he had evil thoughts and prepared to take the story as his own.

He attacked the wizard, adapted his experience, and succeeded. After tasting the sweetness, he started his own path of plagiarism. Track and find those wizards and ask them about their experiences - a process that occasionally requires force - to erase their memories. He was quite skilled at doing this process.

However, as his speaking skills matured, he gradually no longer needed to use spells other than the Oblivion Curse. Lockhart's magic skills became increasingly sparse, and in the end, except for the Oblivion Curse, he no longer had any magic that he was good at.

"Dear Tom, calm down - listen to me, okay, I admit that those adventures are not all my personal experiences," Lockhart was really scared. He was afraid that the boy in front of him would torture him and then silence him: He knew that he would never survive the torture, so he told his story like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

"Child, think about it, how can writing about the experiences of those old wizards be marketable? For example, the old wizard who saved an entire village from the danger of werewolves. He was very ugly and had a very bad taste in clothes. Use him as the cover. , no one would want to see it..."

Seeing Tom's somewhat angry look, Lockhart quickly explained: "I have also done a lot of work. It is not easy to find wizards with stories. It requires very careful questioning, and no detail can be missed. After asking, There is also a forgetting spell to be cast. This kind of large-scale memory modification requires a high degree of proficiency, and people will become fools if they are not careful——"

"So there was something wrong with your Oblivion Charm? It turned some people into idiots?" Tom interrupted Lockhart's argument, but Lockhart ignored him.

"Kid, do you understand? I also have to make a lot of preparations. It sounds easy, but it is actually very hard. It is physical work, but if you want to be famous, you have to work hard. I really envy Harry Potter, but he just died. A pair of parents can be world-famous..."

Tom was dumbfounded by these words, and his last bit of kindness towards Lockhart was gone.

He glanced at Lockhart as if he were an animal, then dug out the box.

I think the update time will be set at 0:05 pm in the future.

Two chapters in a row.

During this period, try to ensure 6,000 updates per day, which is equivalent to the usual three updates.