Gilderoy Lockhart's Anecdotes

"Right!" Anthony tilted his head back, glancing at Michael out of the corner of his eye. "Why would I lie to you? It's a pity I forgot to buy the newspaper earlier; that issue was a huge hit!"

"It is said that the matter was not so simple. On the small island where the big tree appeared, a Wizard Ruins disappeared and were replaced by a spring in the River Lethe."

Chris asked doubtfully, "Sweden also has a River Lethe? Then the price of the River Lethe water should be cheaper in the future, right?"

Michael frowned and said, "The River Lethe water isn't that expensive, at least I think... it's not as expensive as Gilderoy Lockhart's books."

"Those books are highway robbery! Five Gold Galleon for one book! It's not so bad if it's just one book, but the requirement is to buy seven at once!"

"I never imagined that Gilderoy Lockhart would become one of our professors..." Terry remarked. "You should know about this, right? The Daily Prophet isn't in short supply."

Anthony nodded and said, "Of course I know! Gilderoy Lockhart is a graduate of our Ravenclaw, but he wasn't so famous when he graduated."

Michael leaned forward, looking curious. "Oh? When you went to see Mr. Scamander the other day, did you learn something inside?"

"They were just chatting about everyday things, and I happened to overhear them," Anthony shrugged. "Anyway, they were saying that Gilderoy Lockhart wasn't that outstanding back in school."

Chris asked curiously, "Who was the person Mr. Scamander was talking to? How did they know so much about it?"

Anthony replied, "He used to be Potions Class professor at Hogwarts, and happened to have taught Gilderoy Lockhart. His name is Horace Slughorn, have you heard of him?"

Wizet nodded. "Horace Slughorn has a wide network of connections. When he was teaching at Hogwarts, he founded the Horace Club."

This is what he learned from Ollivander, Ollivander actually had a relationship with Slughorn.

It was only with Slughorn's help that I was able to obtain the Beginner Potioneer certificate in such a short time.

"It has to be Wizet!" Anthony gave a thumbs up. "You know the Holyhead Harpies? Captain Gwenog Jones is a member of that club."

"And the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, Barnabas Cuffe, is also a member of the club. There are also club members among the officials in the Ministry of Magic."

Upon hearing these titles, Michael and his companions nodded repeatedly, saying, "In that case, the credibility is extremely high!"

"Then I'll continue!" Anthony cleared his throat. "Gilderoy Lockhart set many ambitious goals while he was studying at Hogwarts."

He counted on his fingers, "Like creating the Philosopher's Stone before graduation, leading the England Quidditch team to victory in the World Cup, becoming the youngest Minister of Magic, and so on."

Terry was puzzled. "If you're so ambitious, why did you say he wasn't that outstanding?"

"Because his academic performance was just average." Anthony shrugged. "Slughorn said he misjudged him, not expecting Gilderoy Lockhart to be so outstanding."

"What impressed Slughorn most about this person was that Gilderoy Lockhart used owls to send him eight hundred Valentine's Day cards at once."

Michael frowned. "Uh... eight hundred owls delivered all at once?"

Anthony nodded. "Yeah, that breakfast is ruined... Many people were just about to open their mouths when they were stopped by feathers and..."

Chris quickly stopped him, saying, "You'd better not say anything more. I'm thinking of buying some Pumpkin Juice to drink later."

"Anyway, breakfast is canceled..." Anthony scratched his head and coughed twice. "Let's just wait and see! We'll know his teaching level once the schedule comes out!"

"That's true..." Chris leaned back, completely against the back of his seat. "I'm still optimistic, after all, I've written so many amazing books."

Not long after, accompanied by the whistle of a train, the Hogwarts Express started moving.

Luna looked out the window; the platform was slowly receding, and the entire city of London seemed to be receding as well.

Before I knew it, the view outside the window changed from the city to fields and meadows.

"The grass here is different from the grass at home." Luna stretched out her slender, jade-like fingers and gently placed them on the window.

Wizet's figure was visible through the window, her fingers resting on the cheek of that figure.

"Once we get to Hogwarts, we'll send letters home," Wizet said softly. "I'll write them with you."

Luna turned her head and moved a little closer to Wizet, then squinted her eyes like a cat nestled in its blankets.

"Although it's different from the lawn at home, we're actually not far from home."

"Yes, it's not far." Wizet smiled slightly. "I'll be with you."

"I know..." Luna nodded, then covered her mouth and quietly yawned.

I bought some snacks and that was my lunch.

During this time, many people came to visit, such as Penelope and Cho Chang, who came over to greet them.

The Hogwarts Express was like a cradle, lulling Luna into a dream without her even realizing it.

Apart from the rumbling of the train tracks, the carriage was quiet. My roommates, who had been laughing and joking around, all drifted off to sleep.

Luna tilted her head and leaned on Wizet's shoulder, the milk bottle slipping from her hand.

Wizet beckoned with her finger, causing the milk bottle to float up and transform into a small pillow.

The pillow was tucked under Luna's neck to prevent her from waking up with a sore neck.

Wizet wasn't sleepy at all; she had a copy of "Travels with Trolls" on her lap and was reading the book page by page.

Compared to proper textbooks, this book, "Travels with Trolls," should be categorized as an adventure story. It contains some knowledge points, but they need to be extracted.

In addition, the quick wit shown in the story is also worth learning from.

When surrounded by enemies, it is even more important to remain calm so that you can come up with an effective countermeasure.

At least that's what Gilderoy Lockhart did in the book.

Despite being surrounded by Troll Troll, he calmly found a way to make them fight amongst themselves, and finally broke through the encirclement, rescuing the Troll that had been keeping him company.

He held a pen and tried to distinguish the stories from the knowledge points, then marked the knowledge points and ways of thinking, which was a kind of preview.

Before we knew it, it was already noon. The sound of hurried footsteps lingered in the corridor, never truly stopping.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of knocking on the cubicle door.

Hermione's voice came from outside the door, "Hello, may I bother you for a moment?"

Michael jolted awake, clutching his neck and groaning, "Ugh... my neck!"

The other roommates behaved similarly, clutching their necks and groaning.

"Hermione?" Michael struggled to pry open the cubicle door and saw a worried Hermione. "What happened?"

Hermione's body heaved as she asked at an alarming pace, "Have you... have you seen Harry and Ron?"