Chapter 101 Allen's Resentment (Changed)
Early the next morning, after a morning workout as usual, Allen arrived in the auditorium's dining room, where under the enchanted ceiling (it was a cloudy gray today) there were bowls of oatmeal on long tables for four colleges , plates of pickled herring, hills of bread and eggs and bacon.
Allen took some food and ate it quickly. Every morning on the first day after returning from vacation, there are so many owls! Sure enough, after Allen put down the milk glass, hundreds of owls flocked in and circled in the auditorium. Benny took the lead, avoiding the long Hufflepuff table, as if he had become the king of the group of owls, and threw a large package on Allen.
Fortunately, Allen had a quick eye and pushed the seat back, otherwise the package would fall on the table and the milk jug would be knocked over! Before the package was unpacked, a loud noise filled the auditorium, shaking off the dust from the ceiling - the house-elves of Hogwarts must have hit their heads against the wall seeing this scene.
"...I won't be surprised if they fire you after stealing the car. Let's see what I do with you. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone. ..."
It was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times louder than usual, rattling plates and spoons on the table and echoing deafeningly from the four stone walls. Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who had received the roaring letter, and Alan was no exception. He saw Ron curled up in a chair and could only see a flushed forehead.
"Your father nearly died of shame when he received Dumbledore's letter last night. We worked so hard to bring you up, we didn't expect you to do something like this, you and Harry almost lost the baby Fate..." Allen saw Harry's expression was very stiff, and sat on the chair pretending to be calm.
"...It's so annoying. Your father will be censored in the work unit. It's all your fault. If you don't behave according to the rules, we will bring you back immediately!"
The roar finally stopped, and the sound was still buzzing in my ears. The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand caught fire, curling and turning into ashes.
A few people laughed, and the voices gradually sounded again.
"I heard that Harry and Ron crashed into the Whomping Willow with their flying car. I thought the Gryffindors were lying, but it seems to be true!" Edward grabbed a piece of bread, Topped with layer after layer of butter.
"But Ron's father is miserable, he will be censored!" Seemingly satisfied with the thickness and uniformity of the butter, Edward bit off more than half of the bread in one bite.
Allen didn't have the mood to pay attention to him. At this time, he was trying hard to restrain his anger so as not to throw out the woolen scarf in his hand. Allen unpacked the package just now, and this emerald green scarf was placed on top of a large pile of food. When Allen unfolded it to read, a note slipped down, and it was written in Daisy's handwriting: "Please help me forward this scarf to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and send my sincere blessings!— — Daisy Harris"
No matter how many desserts his mother Morgan Le Fay brought, he couldn't restrain Allen's anger. He himself had never received anything woven by Daisy himself! Why did Daisy like this liar so much?
Allen picked up the package and sent the pile of food to the bedroom first. Soon, Allen figured out that Daisy didn't mail Gilderoy Lockhart directly, indicating that their relationship was not close, as long as he didn't create opportunities for them to meet, and worked hard this semester to find opportunities to expose His real face, no, it's not enough, he has to pay for his previous illegal behavior, but it's too cheap for him to be admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital.
Look at the class schedule, very good, the second class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Allen sneered, and threw the green scarf into the back of the closet.
Alan didn't bring any textbooks to the classroom, all the knowledge was in his head, although Gilderoy Lockhart's experience in the book came from other wizards,
But if you put aside his deadly parts, the knowledge contained in the genuine content does have a certain effect.
Allen came to the classroom a few minutes before class started. The girls occupied all the seats in the front row, excitedly discussing Gildero's incredible experiences, while the boys showed an unprecedented silence. Allen went straight to the corner of the last row, which was very hidden and high above, overlooking the whole audience.
It was class, but Gildero was not seen. There were whispers in the classroom, and some students started to fight, but no one wanted to go to the teacher. "This is a typical teaching accident!" Allen snorted coldly.
Not long after, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared at the door, dressed in a flowing turquoise robe, with a turquoise top hat with a gold rim on top of his shiny blond hair.
Allen quietly uttered a spell from under the chair, and Gildero's face grew pink spots as if he had applied foundation for himself, and his lips turned bright red as if he had put on lipstick. The class burst into laughter immediately.
Gilderoy has a dressy smiley face, short curly blond hair peeking out from under a hat... his head is a palette, and it's hilarious when paired with his grin with all the bright teeth.
Gildero didn't understand why, and the smile froze on his face. Seeing everyone looking at his head, his trademark smile, which should be charming, looks silly against the backdrop of that hat.
Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone. He reaches for a copy of Walking with Trolls and holds it up, showing the blinking photo of himself on the cover.
"I," he said, pointing to his own photo, also blinking, "Gidero Lockhart, Order of Merlin, 3rd class, honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the most charming smile of "Wizard Weekly" Award—but I don’t talk about that, I didn’t drive Wan Lun’s female ghost away with a smile!”
What he thought was witty made everyone laugh. Immediately he froze again. A kind little witch sitting in the front row took out a mirror and handed it to Gildero. Gildero, who saw his image, could no longer maintain his iconic smile, and pulled off his hat.
Seeing this, Allen withdrew his magic. If he became angry and left the classroom, it would be no fun!
Seeing that his complexion had recovered, Gildero smiled again, "Well, it seems that someone made a harmless joke with me!"