"Exactly." Hermione nodded seriously. "Did Professor Lockhart use the Scouring Charm and Ironing Charm Professor Flitwick mentioned in such a short time?
"Wait, that doesn't make sense. Professor Lockhart's wand was thrown out the window. Unless he can use Wandless Magic..."
Hermione continued muttering to herself. Harley gave her a firm smack on the bottom.
"Your hair's dry. Get back to your bed already! Didn't you only come here to dry your hair?"
"One more massage, just one more, and then I'll go!" Hermione snapped out of her train of thought and promised earnestly.
"Ha, I knew it." Harley gave a cold laugh, but her hands were very willing.
The first class the next morning was Potions.
Professor Snape had a dark expression from the moment he arrived. Before class had even begun, his mood was visibly getting worse.
After all, Professor Lockhart was right beside him—the sort of man who couldn't keep his mouth shut even over breakfast.
"Dear Professor Snape, you really should try my homemade shampoo." Professor Lockhart had a keen eye and immediately spotted that Snape had only recently resumed his habit of washing his hair.
"The deep-seated grease in your hair is very difficult to wash out. You should try my top-of-the-line, aristocratic shampoo..."
As he spoke, Professor Lockhart deliberately tossed his golden hair about, showing off how healthy and thick it was.
Every so often, he also flashed his pearly white teeth, as though he was planning to promote his homemade toothpaste next.
The students below saw the whole thing.
The Ravenclaw Eagles and Hufflepuff Little Badgers covered their mouths and giggled.
The Gryffindor Little Lions, meanwhile, simply raised their glasses to one another in celebration, openly making faces in the direction of Slytherin House.
But the Slytherin Little Snakes didn't care about