The news that Lockhart would be teaching Defense Against Dark Magic at Hogwarts drew gasps from some of the young wizards who had not heard about it before.
As a bestselling author, Lockhart had built quite a reputation among young wizards over the past few years, especially among young witches.
Tris had already spotted several girls gazing adoringly at Peacock Man with misty eyes as he flashed his teeth in a dazzling smile.
Fine, Tris was going on about it because he was a little jealous.
As the best-looking boy in the Weasley family, Tris was exceptionally handsome. But now there were already two men around him who were clearly better-looking.
One was Sirius.
Ever since getting out of Azkaban, the guy had spent his days acting like a carefree playboy. After tracking down Lupin, who had been wandering around for years, the two spent their days doing who knew what, though they went on drinking binges every few days.
But even when he was drunk, that face of his, practically sculpted to perfection, was genuinely handsome. Tris freely admitted his envy.
The other was Lockhart.
Sirius had a dashing, untamed look, while Lockhart was refined and pretty. They were equally handsome, but Lockhart knew how to dress himself better, which gave him an edge in overall appearance.
Take Hermione and Ginny, for instance. They barely reacted to Sirius in his casual clothes and messy hair, but their eyes sparkled when they saw Lockhart.
This really was a fucking world that judged people by their looks.
After the welcoming feast, the prefects led the first-years back to their Common Rooms to familiarize them with the routes to and from class. Students in the other years were free to do as they pleased.
Tris had eaten a little too much that