Chapter 77 Dumbledore's Azkaban

"I'm stupid, really."

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

"I just know that Bushmills whisky is very high, don't drink too much at one time, I don't know that after adding wine, it is so easy to intoxicate..."

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

I've asked around, but it doesn't.

I was in a hurry and 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 hear Lockhart's story, and even Marietta, who liked him most, found it boring.

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 transformed into Snape.

Snape was attacked by the shit stick dwarfs and became the victim of the bloody dry road!

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,

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.

There is no feedback... The shampoo was either purified by him or improved with various materials.

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

Slay him first and then talk!

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

Lockhart was 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, "This is called hunger marketing, and it's a loss for money!

Spread the free shampoo first, and when everyone is used to free shampoo, we can't do without this shampoo, and then we will suddenly increase the price and cut a wave of leeks!

I am professional! "

"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 don't know the goods. Otherwise, why are there so many bald people?" William said half-truthfully.

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

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 be wrong.

The thing Lockhart didn't understand the most was Dumbledore.

Judging from the principal's hair quality, middle-aged people should be bald.

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 the UK don't know anything, but let me tell you, Lao Maozi really likes your shampoo.

They like explosions, they like 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 tell 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."

"What did he say about my shampoo?"

"He said that the chest hair is especially soft, and he wants to invite you, the 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 time, 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, I just feel that the professor... is very powerful and hides it."

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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.

"You were talking about her at Christmas, weren't you?"

"Yes." 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 Hagrid to open the Chamber of Secrets, he was going to be taken to Azkaban, and Fudge said he was going to send an Auror..."

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

"When the Chamber of Secrets was first opened, Fudge wrote to me to arrest Hagrid for Azkaban, only to be held down by me."

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

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, 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 at 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 when something happens, he likes to habitually take the blame and pass the buck to others.

There was an attack at Hogwarts, and he certainly couldn't stand the pressure and would take Hagrid away.

I pressed him for a while, but I can't take his face too much, I am 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 aren't you Minister of Magic...you must be better than him," said William suspiciously.

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

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

But I refused, and I knew the power couldn't be handed over to me. "

"why?"

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

"It proved that power is my weakness, my temptation...I swore...to 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 always accustomed to let Dumbledore stand in the front, sheltering from the wind and rain.

William couldn't help comforting:

"Professor, if that kid sees how great you are now, he will forgive you."

"Yes." Dumbledore burst into tears. "That child has always been gentle, and she will definitely smile and forgive me...but 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.

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