Professor Dumbledore Was Setting Something Up Again?

Despite his large size, Hagrid is actually very gentle at heart.

Arthur, his face covered in bruises, was gently placed back on the ground.

As for Lucius, who was bleeding from his nose, he was thrown down like a rag.

"Well done, Hagrid!"

"Very good!" Lucius, who had been bending over, covered his nose as he stood up. "You are all very good!"

Narcissa, who had been protecting Draco the entire time, stepped forward and said, "You won't be able to hurt him again!"

Arthur smiled dismissively. "Malfoy, have you stooped so low as to need a woman for protection?"

Lucius grabbed Narcissa's hand. "Weasley, you just wait! I'm not done with you yet!"

He hadn't gone far when he turned back and limped back.

The Serpent-head Cane lay nearby, severely Transfiguration, just like the old textbook in his hand.

This is a high-end custom-made item that Lucius inherited from his father, something the Weasley family couldn't afford to pay off even if they sold the house.

Draco jogged over and picked up his cane.

"Dad, could it be that we—"

"Calm down, they're celebrating too soon."

With Narcissa's support, Lucius tightened his grip on the old textbook in his left hand.

Just as he was about to return it, Lockhart, who had been hiding somewhere, appeared.

"Merlin, how could you fight over my autograph?"

He clutched his chest in anguish, saying, "What you've done really breaks my heart."

"Pfft—" Hagrid quickly shut his mouth.

Judging from Lucius's increasingly pale face, the damage from those words far exceeded that from Arthur's attack.

"Please make way."

Lockhart seemed oblivious to the insincerity in his smile. "How can this be? I have to take responsibility for you!"

He pulled out his 9-inch-long, expensive Cherry Wand.

"Don't worry, my technique is excellent, you won't feel any pain."

Just as Lucius, slightly annoyed, was about to refuse, Lockhart had already recited the spell.

"Episkey— " Two spells, one above and one below, were cast on the nose and groin respectively.

There was a "click" sound from somewhere, Lucius, who had been squeezing his legs together, immediately covered his nose, which was gushing blood like a fountain.

The sound and the amount of bleeding caused everyone present, whether adults or boys, to instinctively squeeze their legs together.

"Draco, help your dad up!"

Lucius was very fortunate that the clothes he was wearing had some magic resistance.

The wound was saved, but my groin and nose are burning with pain.

His gaze was filled with extreme resentment.

"Ah—I think I used too much force." Lockhart raised his wand again without any embarrassment.

"No need," Lucius said, his tone irresistible.

"Thank you for your help, Professor."

"It's all what I should do," Lockhart, feeling quite pleased with himself, as he stepped forward and opened his arms.

There's nothing an idol's hug can't solve.

If there is, then let's have another one.

Beneath the half of Lucius's face that he was covering was an extremely sinister smile.

"Mr. Malfoy, I never expected you to be a fan of my books."

"Ah, yes."

"Is this your son?" Lockhart gently stroked Draco's forehead. "Merlin, he's just as handsome as you!"

"Yes, it's the same." Lucius, suppressing his nausea, pulled out his left hand, which was hidden by his cloak.

"Professor, could you please return this book to that little girl for me?"

"It is my honor." Lockhart took the crumpled copy of "The A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration".

The Malfoy are gone.

Although no longer noble and elegant, she is quite confident and composed.

Vincent was blocking Ginny's path, didn't have time to retreat.

"Wow—isn't this our hero?" Lockhart hugged him tightly.

Fred and George laughed rather unkindly.

Harry and Ron were barely able to hold back.

Percy held it in very well.

Hermione didn't smile; her furrowed brows suggested she was lost in thought.

"Since we've run into each other, why don't we take a picture together?"

Vincent feels ashamed just thinking about this blatantly embarrassing past.

"Professor Lockhart, I have urgent business to attend to." He pushed away the large hands that were hugging him. "I won't waste your precious time."

Despite appearing smaller in stature, he possesses significantly greater strength.

While Lockhart was filled with self-doubt, Vincent had already distanced himself from his parents.

"Ah, this—"

He turned around as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss. "Looks like Wayne was really in a hurry; he even forgot to buy the book."

"It's alright, I'll send him a collector's edition set."

"Achoo—" Vincent sneezed loudly as he walked out of Diagon Alley.

He pulled his parents and jogged back to the car. "It must be Lockhart!"

It's not scary to be targeted by someone; what's scary is that person is shameless.

They're forcibly trying to ride the wave of popularity, and doing it in a blatant, manipulative way.

"He has a sweet tongue," Evelyn, in the passenger seat, turned around. "No wonder he's so popular with women."

"Pretty flashy, huh?" Eric started the car. "I wonder if he did it on purpose."

Vincent was learning to Wandless Magic, and it was clear that the hand gestures for the two healing spells were very soft.

It looks perfectly standard, yet there's no trace of deliberate attempt.

Grindelwald had told him that every wizard had certain characteristics when casting spells.

The emphasis and duration of the pronunciation, and the subtle movements between the wrist and the wand.

If Lockhart did it on purpose, then these characteristics are too weak and insignificant.

Given the children's limited combat experience and the fans' biased perspective, it's highly unlikely they would spot this flaw.

"Oh, so he's all show and no substance." Eric shifted into gear and gently pressed the accelerator.

"It doesn't have to be that bad." Vincent grinned mischievously and stuck his little head forward. "Dad, aren't you jealous of other people's fame again?"

He's not worthy!

"At least his books contain a lot of adventure stories."

"Maybe it's all made up." Eric pressed the little head that had been sticking out back into the back seat.

Vincent simply slumped in the back seat. "They're not stupid. If they dared to do that, they would have been washed away long ago."

Evelyn reached out and gently patted his forehead. "Sit down properly, maybe they just deliberately gave you a clue?"

Vincent sat up straight and said, "I have a feeling that Professor Dumbledore set this up."

Last semester, Quirrell taught his students not to judge a book by its cover. What can Lockhart teach them?

"Your principal isn't a politician like Fudge. He probably just wants to show you what it's like for someone who's trapped by their reputation to live like this."

Eric makes a good point.

But Vincent felt something was off. "Dad, this class is perfect for you."

"Get out of here!" Eric picked up the car slightly. "Do you know the idiom 'unworthy of one's position'? It's an ancient Eastern proverb."

"No wonder he's a top student who graduated from Eton!"

"Anyway, your new professor is quite extraordinary."

Rita's message is very much in line with Lockhart's personality.

Based on today's performance, even if Vincent chooses to ignore it, he will most likely be shamelessly pursued.