Gilderoy Lockhart

Luo Bin had finally figured it out: people here loved threatening young Wizards with being reported or expelled.

"Sir, you nearly hurt a promising young Wizard just now. That little shove was for your own good. Otherwise, you would have hurt the child of a senior Ministry of Magic official!"

Ron was a pure-blood, and generations of Weasleys had worked at the Ministry of Magic. Luo Bin was exploiting a loophole with that claim.

The short man could not tell whether Luo Bin was lying, but he dared not risk his secure job over an argument with a child. "I'll let you off this time. Watch yourself next time."

Percy, who had been watching silently from the crowd, clenched his fists out of sight. A few carefully ambiguous words were enough to drive off a nasty man looking to teach someone a lesson.

If the Weasleys had wealth like the Malfoys, or real power, then the Weasley name alone would keep his younger brothers from being bullied.

Once again, he felt certain that his desire for power was not a bad thing.

"Oh, my goodness, your forehead... You're the famous Harry Potter! To think you're a fan of mine too! Come, join me in the center of the stage!"

The little commotion had caught Gilderoy Lockhart's attention. He had intended to show his generosity by helping a poor, scrawny young Wizard escape the threat of being reported, gaining a few fans in the process. He had never expected to discover Harry Potter.

"I... I'm here to buy books. You're hurting my arm. Please let go!"

Harry rarely encountered anyone so enthusiastic, and now so many people were staring at him.

Bang! Bang!

The short man kept snapping pictures of him too. It all made his face burn bright red.

"Don't