Getting Freebies Feels Great

When it was time for class, Lockhart walked into the classroom.

This time, he didn't bring House-elf or other Magical Creatures with him.

Lockhart was self-aware enough, especially after the first lesson.

His current goal is to coast through the year and then leave the school with dignity, carrying with him the book he's currently writing, "Lockhart and Hogwarts".

The main content of the book, of course, is how he trained the famous boy and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

He also took the opportunity to criticize the other professors, highlighting his brilliance, prowess, and imposing presence.

Finally, let's have a scene like "Dumbledore his son to someone on his bed" and "Lockhart thrice refusing the headmaster's position."

This is sure to be another bestseller.

As for whether Dumbledore will come knocking on their door...

No worries, the United Kingdom are almost finished being exploited anyway, so he should cross the ocean to save the United States people from their dire straits.

A Squib named Trump, a fan of his book, wrote enthusiastically last week asking if there was any magic that would allow him to safely fly to the sun at an extremely fast speed!

How could Squib learn magic? Lockhart casually recommended a Muggle cannon.

He's now preparing to go find the other party and try to fool them again.

Of course, Lockhart still possessed the professional qualities of a teacher, and not wanting to be exposed by his students, he began his performance.

He stood on the podium, shaking his head in disappointment.

He sighed and said softly, "Children, on Monday, I gave the second-year wizards a simple test."

It's a pity that no one has thoroughly read my book, nor have they grasped much of the knowledge...

"So, I used the House-elf again to test everyone's practical skills... To be honest, I'm very disappointed with the school's teaching quality!"

Lockhart paced back and forth in the classroom, looking utterly heartbroken.

"Me— Lockhart, a bestselling United Kingdom author, a world-class Defence Against Dark Magic master, Order of Merlin, Third Class —would I be unable to deal with those little Goblin?"

"I was just trying to create a realistic environment to test everyone."

After all, during my days of battling Werewolf and banshees, I experienced life-or-death struggles and bloody hand-to-hand combat, and I had long since become more low-key.

"Unfortunately... of course, it's not your fault... I heard the stories of the first two professors, which is why you don't understand anything."

Lockhart rambled on, shifting all the blame onto Quirrell and Tywin, before picking up his copy of "The Twilight Wolf of Wall Street" and reading it aloud to everyone.

"After subduing those Werewolf with my uniquely created ' Werewolf Suppression Jinx,' they finally showed remorse."

I gave the Werewolf a signed copy of "The Wandering with Werewolf," and they said they would read it carefully.

Behind Lockhart were several Slytherin students dressed as Werewolf dolls, performing with expressionless faces.

The students sitting below burst into laughter and applause.

Lockhart's stage plays are quite good; he has the potential to be an actor.

That Sunday, I invited Jacob, the Werewolf leader, and Edward, the vampire, to a bar for a few drinks.

Edward brought out his treasured dragon's blood and offered it to me. Oh my god, I actually dislike dragon's blood; it made me nauseous... Of course, they don't know I love aged whiskey!

"I advised the two of them to make up and stop being angry about Bellatrix, that two-timing green tea bitch."

--By the way, Bellatrix is quite pretty.

I said my wish is that "people who can use magic and people who can't can live in peace."

They laughed, and I said, "Don't laugh. You'll understand why after reading my book, ' Sleeping with Giant.'"

So I got them both drunk, then sneaked into Bellatrix's room... and subdued her!

William clicked his tongue, feeling a little regretful. The preceding content could have been omitted, and this part could have been described in more detail.

Soon, get out of class ended, and everyone left reluctantly.

Lockhart regained the students' hearts, but only in terms of acting.

All the students treated Lockhart's classes as entertainment classes.

After everyone left, William waited for Lockhart alone.

"What's wrong, William? Is there something you didn't understand?" Lockhart asked, putting his arm around William's shoulder.

"No, my hair has been a bit oily lately, and I was wondering if I could get a few bottles of the shampoo you invented... the kind you gave to Professor Snape on the day of the Sorting Ceremony."

"Good eye, son!" Lockhart pulled William toward his office.

"No wonder you became the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. If I had your vision when I was twelve or thirteen, I would have been Minister for Magic long ago."

Is one bottle enough?

Lockhart pushed open the door, led William inside, and took a bottle of shampoo from the shelf.

"I'm afraid that's not enough..." William said weakly.

"Huh? What are you going to do with it?" Lockhart asked, puzzled. "Give it to a female fan? If that's the case, as someone who's been there, I have to criticize you."

I always accept gifts and then write a thank-you note..."

"No, I have a few friends who also want their hair to be as shiny as yours," William laughed.

Lockhart fell silent.

This shampoo is very expensive, after all, it contains a large number of Occamy Egg.

However, he was very upset because the products were too expensive and too dangerous, resulting in poor sales.

He suddenly discovered a business opportunity, a brand new business opportunity.

Lockhart put his arm around William's shoulder warmly and said with a smile, "William, I heard you opened a Akali's Mystery Shop? And sold a lot of expensive alchemical items?"

"That's right, they have connections with shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade."

William didn't know why Lockhart brought it up.

"How would the professor know that I'm just selling small trinkets?"

"These are no small items," I've heard the saying, "Akali's Mystery Shop sells only the finest alchemical items."

"You must have a wide network of connections to sell such expensive alchemical items, right?"

William raised an eyebrow, as if he understood something, and smiled, "That's true."

"Could you help me sell some products? You know, my secret ambition is to eliminate evil from the world and sell my own line of hair care products."

William's smile grew even brighter.

"Of course, but I need to give some of the shampoo to some friends so they can try it out and also recommend it to others."

They are all my loyal customers.

For example, Minister for Magic Mr. Fudge, my best brother Lucius Malfoy, and my die-hard fan, High Secretary of Ministry of Magic Umbridge ..."

"Of course, public relations are essential, so feel free to send as many as you like." Lockhart was extremely excited. "How many bottles do you need?"

"Ten bottles?" William Merlin exclaimed.

"No way..."

Those eight bottles.

"Thirty bottles, don't be polite with me, or I'll get mad at you!"

William quickly refused to give him the money, but Lockhart sternly criticized him for emptying his pockets several times. In the end, he had no choice but to accept the shampoo.

Alright, the Occamy Egg are here, and William can happily continue making Felix Felicis.

Sure enough, getting something for free is fun for a while, and getting something for free all the time is even more fun.

William put the shampoo in the ring and went outside.

He heard Lockhart singing excitedly from the office, seemingly celebrating the upcoming blockbuster shampoo.

"Pale yellow shampoo, fluffy hair."

Holding my hand, let's look at the latest Galleon we've earned...

"Just treat it as a dream; even after waking up for a long time, I'm still deeply moved..."

(Thanks to the three big shots "Fengling Shiwu", "Fenfen Gantan", and "Benbang Caifan" for their generous donations)