Friday.

At the beginning of the new day, the little wizards were still discussing yesterday's open class with great enthusiasm. This enthusiasm came like a wave, and it was surging, injecting a dose of heart-warming agent into the ordinary campus life.

What was the topic they discussed a few days ago?

Perfect and handsome Professor Lockhart?

But now the news has been blown away by rain and wind, not only because Lockhart's performance in class is really disappointing - even the word "disappointed" is the result of some real fans' comments.

More importantly, Professor Happ has become a new generation of idol professors, and there is a vague trend of replacing Professor Lockhart, who has the title of "Popular Lover".

This annoyed a professor of black magic defense.

Lockhart kept wandering around the office, his soft and light golden hair was a little wilted, and more than a dozen portraits hanging in the office also showed the same irritable expression.

"I have to think of a way, yes, think of a way... Oh my God! He is really a good player to show off!"

Before coming to Hogwarts, he thought that the only person who was qualified to compete with him for the headlines of The Prophet Daily was the famous Harry Potter, who was mentally prepared. But now he had to admit that he had encountered a strong competitor.

This reminded him of Rita Skit, a hateful woman. A few years ago, he also competed with Skit for the title of Best Bestseller Writer. Although he lost in the end, it was because the woman was cheating. She actually broke the news about his dark history when he was in school in the newspaper!

However, I am not easy to mess with. Don’t Skirt know how bad his popularity was when he was in school?

Professor Lockhart loosened his robe that was tied tightly on his chest. It was really a passionate period! He felt that his desire to fight was back.

"A tough opponent?" He stopped in front of a waiting mirror to cheer himself up. "Gidro, you are facing a battle now, and someone wants to compare you! You have to do something!"

Seeing himself in the mirror, he relaxed a little. With such a handsome face, how could he lose?

Not to mention the episode that happened in this small office, among the vast group of wizards, Felix's popularity index has reached a new high, and everyone is looking forward to his official lecture.

"Maybe he will continue to fight magic puppets in class? You know, many people didn't have the turn yesterday." Ron grabbed the beef pie with his left hand and inserted a piece of potato with a fork in his right hand, and he was not idle in his mouth.

"Maybe, but we're in second grade, remember, Ron? We have to wait for at least a year to take his class," Harry said wisely.

Ron widened his eyes, "Harry, you ruined my first dream of the year." He touched him with his arm, "Do you know what I'm thinking? I just fantasized about using a magic puppet to beat Malfoy to the point of pissing..."

Ron closed his eyes and made a fantasy expression, "Malfoy's robe was lit by a big fireball. He wanted to hide, but it was useless. My magic puppet was too fast! He also wanted to cast a spell, but it was useless, because the magic puppet was too small, and he couldn't shoot accurately!"

Harry ate the pie silently, and he felt that only Ron would not ejaculate accurately because his wand was broken in half.

Hermione, who was eating breakfast and reading a book, raised her head and corrected: "Ron, I must remind you that Professor Hayp said in an open class that for the safety of the little wizards, the magic puppet only releases the most basic flame, and its power is not as powerful as the flame-blazing curse we cast ourselves."

Ron seemed to be choking at the beef patty suddenly and couldn't speak. He couldn't remember Professor Heip's words, but Hermione was always right in this regard. He muttered in a low voice, "It's your flaming curse, Harry and I don't know, I think you'll forget."

Hermione snorted.

"Aren't you reading a book? You haven't finished it yet?"

"I think I told you yesterday that there are twenty books on my list!"

Ron stopped talking.

Harry became interested when he heard Hermione's words, and he couldn't help asking her: "Hermione, how much do you know about this professor? Ron and I didn't catch up with the school dinner." He was referring to the fact that he and Ron drove Mr. Weasley's car across most of the UK.

For this reason, he and Ron had to worry in Snape's basement, fearing that they would be expelled. Fortunately, they were neither expelled from the school nor deducted points for the college, and Professor McGonagall even prepared food for them.

But when such a thing happened, it was impossible to return to the dinner in a grand manner. Ron missed the branch ceremony of his sister Ginny.

Hermione quickly and fluently spread the information she heard from the dinner, "Professor Hepp graduated from Slytherin College in Hogwarts--"

"Slytherin!" Ron suddenly screamed, but Hermione glared at him hard, and he lowered his head to chew on the pie.

"Yes, Slytherin. He is nine years older than us and has just graduated for three years. But he is very famous and all the senior students in the school know him. Professor Hayp is good at ancient magical writing, spells, transformation techniques, and muggle research, and of course duels."

"Dull?" Harry was a little surprised. In his impression, Professor Hepp was obviously not the fake Lockhart, but he also looked gentle, somewhat like a teacher he was in school at Muggle school.

It is difficult for him to associate Professor Hepp with the word Duel.

"That's right." Hermione looked around and lowered her head carefully, and said in a low voice: "It is said that he is from a Muggle. When he entered school, the mysterious man had just fallen. Slytherin's students were not friendly to him, but..."

"But what?"

"But he hit them back with a spell, and Slytherin's seniors were afraid of him because they had been taught a lesson."

Harry and Ron showed a lot of fascination on their faces.

To be honest, they also want to beat up a few Slytherins.

However, the rumors Hermione heard were obviously wrong. Nowadays, when the seventh graders were admitted, Felix was in the fifth grade. He was guilty of teaching them a lesson? Of course, someone would teach them how to be a human being.

In the Potion class, the little wizards were still talking about yesterday's open class. Harry clearly saw that Malfoy was loudly praising himself for having a "relationship" with Professor Hepp, and his cousin and Professor Hepp had a close relationship.

Harry couldn't help but think that maybe it was a "fight" friendship.

Ron was also exaggeratingly telling the scene of himself fighting with magic puppets in an open class. Judging from his words, it seemed that the one who fought was not the magic puppets, but him and Harry performed a live-action PK.

"Quiet!"

Snape's voice came from behind the classroom, and the little wizards instantly stopped. The professor walked with the wind, and the black wizard's robe made a "hunting" sound, with a pressure of +10.

He looked around and his eyes were resting on Harry Potter, which made him tight. But Snape moved his eyes away, and this time he stared at Ron, mocking in his unique, low voice: "Ronald Weasley... Yes, it has indeed become a lot of attention these days. But you should focus on how to improve your bad potion scores. I don't want to add another T to your final paper."

The Slytherin students burst into laughter in unison.

Ron's face turned red, and he held the broken wand stuck with tape in his hand, wishing he could put a curse on Snape's face.

"And Miss Granger, put away your extracurricular book. This is a potion class, not an ancient magical text. You are still one year away from the elective course."
Chapter completed!