The second day of Halloween.
Hogwarts always has some gossip, especially Hagrid. There is no magic in the world that can make him keep his mouth shut.
So when the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on the Great Hall, Hagrid spilled the beans again.
"Hagrid? Are you going?"
On High Table, Professor McGonagall squinted his eyes, and Hagrid was indeed a little too happy at the moment.
He was holding a big Pumpkins, and inside that Pumpkins was steaming hot Pumpkin Juice, which was also mixed with some soft and glutinous cereals and unknown fruit pulp.
His fat body filled the entire seat, and when he stood up with a smile on his face, the entire tabletop shook.
"Ah, dear Professor McGonagall, yes, I have to have a party for my little heroes.
You don't know, oh, you can't imagine that since the first grade, dear Green has been..."
As he talked, something crystalline became stuck to his beard.
"Oh, really?"
Professor McGonagall's kind smile slowly disappeared at this moment, his blue eyes stared at Hagrid, and asked softly.
"Of course Little Green likes Pumpkin Juice the most... I have to go, Professor McGonagall, it will be cold when the wind blows."
Hagrid seemed to have noticed something. At this time, he only knew one thing: walk quickly.
Great Hall is decorated with hundreds of Pumpkinss with candles, a large group of Accio live bats, and many orange banners burning with flames. They are like colorful Water Snakess, floating lazily on the ceiling where a storm is brewing.
Hagrid wiped his beard and strode away in panic.
On High Table, Dumbledore held up the cup cheerfully and looked at Minerva·McGonagall, becoming a little irritable again. She obviously thought of something:
"The truth, when spoken from the mouths of different people, always has very different effects."
He turned his head to look at Snape. The Potions Master had already left the table angrily.
At this time his smile became even brighter.
In the early morning, the weather was cold and the wind was biting. A group of little wizards walked down the grass slope to Hagrid's Hut next to Forbidden Forest. Scattered raindrops fell on their faces.
The weather was not very good, but everyone was enthusiastic.
"Hagrid will have extra Pumpkins to decorate my cabin, right?"
Justin is speaking gently.
"If you have seen that large area of Pumpkins..."
Ron responded enthusiastically.
When they were only about twenty steps away from Hagrid's Hut, the door suddenly opened, but it was not Hagrid who walked out, but Gilderoy·Lockhart. He was wearing the lightest lavender robe today.
"Hide quickly."
Harry said hurriedly, pulling Sean who was reading a book and hiding behind the nearest bush.
After Sean was pulled away, a dumbfounded Justin, helpless Hermione, Ron, and a hurried Neville all hid behind them.
"It's very easy to do if you know how to do it!"
Lockhart is talking loudly to Hagrid,
"If you need any help, just come to me, you know where I am! I'll give you one of my books - I'm surprised you don't have one yet.
I will sign my name and send it over tonight. Okay, bye!"
He strode towards the castle.
Hagrid was holding the big Pumpkins in his arms and almost smashed it on Lockhart's head in anger.
But then I remembered that it was for Sean, and put it down in despair.
Only Hermione, she puffed up her face and cast a spell when Lockhart walked down the lawn, and Lockhart rolled down the lawn.
"I'm surprised you don't look at the road when you're walking. Oh, Professor, be careful--be careful not to do it for more than a year--"
Hagrid held Pumpkins and laughed.
"Good job, I mean, Hermione, awesome!"
It was the first time that Ron admired Hermione so much. He suddenly remembered that a year ago, Hermione was a staunch supporter of school rules.
Now she dared to cast a spell on the professor. She should indeed be assigned to Gryffindor. "Sorting Hat" is really capable.
"Hagrid--What does it mean to work for less than a year?"
After Lockhart scrolled away, Harry couldn't wait to ask.
He doesn't want Defense Against the Dark Arts to always be Professor Lockhart.
Even though he is not Voldemort's minion, this just proves that he is a complete idiot!
"Harry! Sean! Everyone is here, and they have been talking about when you will come to see me - come in, come in -"
Hagrid smiled even more.
As soon as he entered the house, he was busy making tea for them. His big hunting dog Fang rushed directly to Sean's legs and couldn't be driven away no matter what.
"Lockhart, I mean, he was the only one who applied.
It is very difficult to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher now. People don't want to do it because they think this job is unlucky. No one can work for a long time."
As Hagrid spoke, he placed the big Pumpkins on the table and opened his mouth to face a certain little wizard whose eyes changed slightly.
While Sean was eating, Harry and others were asking about Hagrid Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.
"Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's position is a big problem.
I remember that when Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was cooking Potions by himself, Potions exploded and was sent to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries;
There was a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor who wanted to use Dark Arts on students, but was caught in Azkaban;
There was also Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor who tried to study some evil magic ritual, but was finally sent away by Headmaster Dumbledore himself.
This position is Hogwarts a 'problem that everyone knows'."
Hagrid recalls.
Everyone's attention was attracted.
"It would be great if they captured Lockhart and included Azkaban."
Ron said bitterly.
"Azkaban?"
Harry still hadn't digested the joy that Lockhart was in big trouble, so he asked again curiously.
"Azkaban is an official fortress used to imprison wizard criminals. It was built in the 15th century and became Britain's wizard prison from 1718."
Hermione explained while drinking the sweet Pumpkin Juice.
"If Lockhart is a idiot, where did his story come from?"
Justin asked a question.
This question made Hermione's face change.
In the following time, the little wizards were studying--Where did Lockhart steal the story from?
And why are these stories so true?
Hagrid brought over some more snacks. The candies in them were extremely rich, and Sean recognized some syrup toffee.
Amid the commotion, Sean looked at the opening poster of Green's Bookshop and did not participate in the discussion. He was just thinking about how Lockhart would be kicked out of Hogwarts after Basilisk was solved?
Does Voldemort's curse hold up?
As for Azkaban, and for Ravenclaw, some of them will take care of food and shelter inside, while the other part is committed to sending the people in front.
"Harry,"
Hagrid said as if he suddenly thought of something,
"I want to settle a score with you. I heard that you sent signed photos, why didn't I get them?"
Harry was so angry that he opened his mouth that was stuck.