The Debut of the Newly Minted Unlucky Ones

There are many things you can do in an hour.

They're all children, and they're bound to be attracted by new and exciting things, causing them to fall behind.

Every time Vincent turned around, he found that someone was missing.

When only Hermione remained, he knew that what was coming had finally arrived.

"You've grown taller?" Vincent stood in front of her. "Unfortunately, I've grown taller too."

Even when Hermione stood on tiptoe, she could only reach his nose. "I should have developed earlier than you."

"You're not getting enough exercise."

"Impossible!" She suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

"No." Vincent's smile gradually faded. "I can't tell you, at least not now."

"You wouldn't—" Hermione mouthed.

"Of course not." He looked toward the secondhand shop. "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."

Percy was engrossed in reading an old book, "How Prefect Gain Power."

Ron, who was passing by, licked his ice cream and then leaned over with a look of curiosity on his face.

He read aloud the caption on the back cover, "Hogwarts Prefect and the careers they pursue after leaving school—sounds pretty intriguing, doesn't it?"

"Get out of here!" Percy snapped, closing the book impatiently.

Hermione's lips twitched slightly. "The more competitors there are, the more it proves that my choice is right."

"Stop fooling yourselves." Vincent continued walking. "We can all become the kind of people we used to hate."

"Your speaking skills have improved," she said, then followed behind. "So, do you think that's a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It depends on the person. I would never become someone like Malfoy."

After crossing a fork in the road, both of them could see the Flourish and Blotts, which was packed with people.

A banner was displayed in the upstairs window:

Gilderoy Lockhart is selling signed copies of his autobiography Magical Me."

Today, 12:30 PM - 4:30 PM

Vincent stopped in his tracks. "I think you'll hate who you are now in the future."

"What did you just say?" Hermione, slightly regaining her senses.

"Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it."

She glanced at it with a puzzled look, then turned her attention back to Flourish and Blotts.

Those older witches were all crazy.

They were all incredibly powerful fighters, always managing to push past the young witches and get their hands on a whole set of books from the bookstore.

Lockhart's title of "friend of women" is now fully established.

Vincent glanced at his watch and realized it was already 12 o'clock.

The witches began to push their way out with even greater fervor.

Aren't you going over there?

Hermione gently shook her slightly flushed face.

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Everyone has the right to idolize others.

According to Rita, the vain Lockhart will definitely have his eye on her.

He didn't want to be treated as a mascot and appear on the front page of the newspaper alongside this person.

Not long after they had hidden themselves, Molly appeared, walking with the speed of the wind.

Jane followed behind her, while Evelyn was the only one standing next to Eric.

Arthur and Chris looked on with a mixture of envy and helplessness.

Aside from the Wayne family, everyone here has at least one Lockhart book.

At 12:30, he appeared.

As always, it's high-profile and attracts a lot of attention.

Lockhart stood on the roof of the bookstore, a bright smile on his face.

A scream that sounded like it was about to pierce eardrums suddenly rang out.

The same brilliant sunlight shone on the golden cloak behind him, reflecting a radiance like that of a sun god.

The styling was perfect, and the way the character appeared was perfect.

In terms of grandeur, Lockhart's leap from the rooftop with arms outstretched is the most impressive.

The people below caught him.

The middle-aged witches on the outermost edge are in luck.

With the help of the shop assistants, Lockhart, who was completely bewildered, was finally able to sit down at the ornate desk placed by the door.

"Thank you for your support!" He looked at the crowd, who were screaming even louder, with a confident and charming smile.

Every witch who signs his name receives his blessing.

Eric and Evelyn walked into the alley where Vincent was.

They all highly praised this business capability.

"Although it's a bit disgusting, it's not worse than our pop king overall."

"Much worse, okay? Michael wouldn't go around showing off."

Eric nodded. "Now that you mention it, I find him even more disgusting."

They were not the only sober people present.

Lucius, with his wife and children, stayed in the alley next door.

"Dad, I hate this person."

"Draco, do you know why we're here?"

"Because we are not the same kind of people as them."

"No, because the clown's performance is too energetic, and our charity would be seen as an insult."

Just as Draco was about to say that he understood, the crowd outside the bookstore automatically parted to the side.

Lockhart gently shook Harry's little hand. "Smile, we'll definitely be on the front page."

Then he warmly embraced Fred and George, "Oh—long time no see, little ones!"

Hermione seemed to be shy.

She lowered her head, shook hands, and then hid behind the twins.

"Merlin —I can't believe this!" George had just finished teasing when he was suddenly kicked in the shin.

Fred's laughter had barely begun when he was also suddenly struck.

Miss Granger's fighting power has skyrocketed after just one summer vacation!

"Have you seen Wayne?" Lockhart waved to the short photographer.

No. X4

It's hidden, but nobody knows where it is.

"He will be very disappointed."

The twins and Harry were both trying not to laugh.

It would be a real shame if we actually took a photo together.

The photographer stood in front of the five people and frantically pressed the shutter button.

Thick smoke from the camera drifted into the crowd, and Arthur and Chris were choked by it.

"I hate this person."

"Me too."

The two fathers stood united against the outside world, while the mothers lined up like little girls.

Fred and George, whose eyes were almost blinded by the light, seized the opportunity and nimbly slipped into the crowd.

Hermione, having lost their two human shields, quickly blended into the crowd.

Harry blinked, surprised that he could leave openly.

But as soon as he made a move, Lockhart embraced him warmly.

"Oh dear, the little ones are all shy—"

I know you won't, will you?

Draco watched Harry's feeble struggle with disdain.

"Dad, there are more clowns now."

Lucius nodded with satisfaction. "Always keep that in mind, and don't lower your standards."

Before answering "yes," Harry, who was firmly "clamped" by Lockhart, showed a pained expression.

"Dad, should we go over there?"

"Wait a little longer." Lucius's smile vanished instantly.

After taking the photo, Lockhart didn't let Harry off the hook.

"Ladies and gentlemen—" he waved to quiet the crowd, "What an extraordinary moment this is!"

I want to take this wonderful opportunity to announce something that has been kept under wraps for some time, something I haven't been able to reveal until now.

Under countless expectant gazes, he looked at Harry, who stood helplessly to the side.

"Today, young Harry and his classmates walk into Flourish and Blotts just to buy a copy of my autobiography."

I was willing to give them this book for free on the spot, but they didn't know one thing—"

Harry was shaken so badly that he almost dropped his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose.

"They will soon get something more valuable than my humble work Magical Me'."

That would be to obtain a real, Magical Me!

Lockhart addressed the crowd, "Very well, ladies and gentlemen, I am extremely pleased and proud to announce—"

This September, I will become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!