novelslam Chapter 294 Dumbledore's Azkaban
Chapter 294 Dumbledore's Azkaban
Chapter 294 Dumbledore's Azkaban
"I'm stupid, really."
Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart raised his dull eyes and continued.
"I only know that Bushmill whiskey has a high alcohol content, so don't drink too much at one time. I didn't know that after adding wine, it's so easy to get drunk..."
"During the dinner, I went back to my office and was preparing for my lessons by myself when the chief dwarf knocked on my door and said his brother was missing.
I asked everywhere, and sure enough, there was nothing.
I was in a hurry, so I went out to look for it.Until the end of the dinner, I searched and found my bedroom, and saw his clothes at the door.
The dwarves all said, no, I'm afraid they were attacked.
Going in again, he was indeed lying on the bed, his clothes were stripped off, he was tied to the bed, his hand was still tightly holding my autograph..."
Lockhart then just whimpered, unable to form a sentence.
Ever since that day, when Lockhart drank the love potion that Snape gave and applauded for love with the dwarf... he has become what he is now.
The students below yawned after listening to Lockhart's story.
At the beginning, everyone will shed a few tears of sympathy.
As the frequency increases, no one likes to listen to Lockhart's stories, even Marietta, who likes him the most, finds it boring.
But this does not prevent Lockhart from repeating the narrative and observing everyone's reactions.
As a qualified writer, one must know which version of the story is more able to arouse readers' tears and sexual interest!
Lockhart wants to turn the pain into strength, change the art of his personal experience, and add it to his new book.
The protagonist of the story is no longer himself, but changed into Snape.
Snape became the victim of a bloody drought under the attack of the dwarf crap stick!
This is Lockhart's unique way of revenge!
If you can't beat the evil Snape, just use a pen to poke him...to kill him!
Tsk tsk, what a solid English tough guy.
After class, Lockhart stopped William.
"What's the matter, Professor?" William asked suspiciously.
"How's my shampoo?" Lockhart rubbed his hands and asked eagerly.
"Everyone's feedback is not very good..." William pondered for a moment.
There is no feedback... The shampoo is either purified by him, or it is being improved by adding various materials.
But you definitely can't tell Lockhart like this, after all, William is an empty-handed white wolf, just picking up a sheep.
Let's bald him first!
"Then what should we do? So many bottles have been sent out!"
Lockhart became anxious when he heard that, his heart was bleeding, those are all shiny Galleons!
Over the years, he has come and gone in the wind and rain, looking for materials and writing novels everywhere, and was attacked by dwarves at Hogwarts... Is it easy to earn such a hard-earned money?
"Don't worry." William said, "It's called hunger marketing, you're making money at a loss!
Spread out the free shampoo first, and when everyone gets used to free shampoo, we can't do without this shampoo, then let's raise the price suddenly and cut it off!
I am a professional! "
"It makes sense..." Lockhart nodded slightly, and hesitated again. "But you just said that the feedback was not good."
"That's bad feedback in the British Isles. The wizards on the islands here are all countrymen and ignorant. Otherwise, why are there so many bald people?" William asked half-truthfully.
"It makes sense..." Lockhart developed the shampoo early because he was afraid of going bald.
As the saying goes: Three-year-olds are old, seven-year-olds are old, and 12-year-olds are life-long.
Judging from Lockhart's years of experience, many young wizards in this school will go bald in the future.
For example, the hair is groomed and polished every time... Malfoy!
He happened to be 12 years old, and Lockhart would never have missed him.
What Lockhart didn't understand the most was Dumbledore.
Judging by the quality of the headmaster's hair, he should be bald in middle age. Why is he getting old...not only does his hair grow back, but it also grows long and fluttering?
He had never heard of a potion for baldness, which was terminal.
The principal must be wearing a wig!
William continued to fool around: "The British wizards don't know what to buy, but let me tell you, the old man really likes your shampoo.
They just like explosions and excitement, the more dangerous the more comfortable Sky.
And those wizards in Northern Europe... Do you know Karkaroff, the headmaster of the Durmstrang Academy of Magic?
He wrote me and said he loves this shampoo. "
"You still know Karkaroff?" Lockhart asked in surprise.
"I know, we hit it off right away, we call each other brothers, and he even invited me to go to their school."
"What did he say about my shampoo?"
"He said that chest hair is very soft after washing, and he wants to invite you, an inventor, to wash it together."
"..." Lockhart covered his buttocks, bringing back bad memories.
"By the way, William, I still have a few boxes of shampoo, you can take them away later!"
"Isn't that good, Professor? I'm not like that."
"Which one of us is with whom, don't be polite to me."
At this time, an owl flew over.
William was stunned, it turned out to be Rita's owl.
He said sorry, walked to the corner, took down the letter, and opened the envelope.
Looking at the information in the letter, William frowned.
"What's the matter, William, who sent it?" Lockhart asked with a smile.
William also showed a smiling face, looking at Professor Lockhart meaningfully.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel that the professor... is very powerful, and he hides his secrets."
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Principal's office.
Dumbledore folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.
"Where did you get the news? William." He asked softly.
"Um... this is..."
"You can leave it alone."
"I got it from Rita, I got a little trick on her." William said vaguely.
"At Christmas, you're talking about her, aren't you?"
"That's right." William nodded, "But now is not the time to talk about Rita, professor, we are talking about Hagrid's problem!"
"Hagrid's problem is not a big problem in the whole incident." Dumbledore said calmly.
"But Lockhart reported that Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets, he was about to be taken to Azkaban, and Fudge said that he would send Aurors..."
"This should have happened six months ago," said Dumbledore.
"When the Chamber of Secrets was first opened, Fudge wrote to me, wanting to arrest Hagrid and go to Azkaban, but I suppressed it."
"Is that so... that means that there is no room for redemption?"
"No." Dumbledore shook his head, looking through his half-moon glasses.
"William, it's time for you to get to know our minister better. You'll have to deal with him sooner or later."
"What do you mean?"
"I've put your name on the line as the Wizengamot's British youth representative."
"I thought it was just casual talk."
"Fudge is talking casually, but I mean it, and I happen to be the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. I need your help!"
William didn't pay much attention. "Let's talk about the Minister."
Dumbledore pushed his glasses, and said softly: "Fuji is a politician in his bones, and when encountering problems, he likes to habitually blame others and pass the blame on to others.
There was an attack at Hogwarts, he would definitely not be able to withstand the pressure and would take Hagrid away.
I suppressed it for a while, but I can't offend him too much. After all, I am not the Minister of Magic.
And he has long been afraid of me in his heart, and always feels that I want to take his power. "
"Why don't you become the Minister of Magic...you will definitely be better than him." William said doubtfully.
Dumbledore was silent, he was silent for a long time.
"William, I'm not boasting, the post of Minister of Magic has been placed in front of me not once, but many times.
But I refused. I knew that power could not be given to me. "
"why?"
"Because I did some wrong things when I was young, very bad, hopelessly wrong things... I hurt a child, a child similar to your sister Annie."
"That incident proved that power is my weakness, my temptation... I swear... I will be a teacher at Hogwarts for the rest of my life."
Dumbledore stared out the window in silence, in a daze for a long time.
William also accompanied him in a daze.
He suddenly realized that the painful man in front of him was actually a gray-haired old man over 100 years old.
And everyone always habitually let Dumbledore stand at the front, sheltering from the wind and rain.
William couldn't help comforting:
"Professor, if that child sees how great you are now, he will forgive you."
"Yes." Dumbledore burst into tears, "that child has always been gentle, and she will surely forgive me with a smile... It's just that I don't forgive myself!"
"I don't deserve to be forgiven either, Hogwarts...is my Azkaban."
William opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say. He stood up, across the table, and patted the old man's broad shoulder comfortingly.
This picture is strange and sad.
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Thanks to "Hellcat" for the reward. )
(End of this chapter)