Chapter 53

As time goes by, those crises lurking in the dark will not be noticed for the time being.

The relaxed and free summer vacation, like a refreshing breeze, quietly smoothed the critical events of last semester, and did not leave too many waves.

Everything seems very calm, but no one can know how many undercurrents are entangled in the surging under this calm.

But anyway, Hogwarts is about to start school.

On the eve of school, diagonally lane has always been quite lively, because most students need to come here to buy what they need for the new semester.

At this time, Licheng bookstore is crowded and crowded. Of course, it's all because of the magic star writer named "gidrow Lockhart".

"We can see him face to face!" cried Hermione. "I mean, he wrote almost all the books on the list!"

Although most of the crowd were middle-aged women, it was clear that Mr. Lockhart's charm worked well in the circle of little girls.

Harry, Ron and Hermione slipped through the cracks.

A long line has been formed in the bookstore, bending and extending to the street outside the door. Each of them grabbed a book for sale and sneaked to the place where the Weasleys lined up with the Grangers.

Just outside the door of Licheng bookstore, a wide banner is hanging. The words on it are not only dazzling, but also moving - gidrow Lockhart signed and sold his autobiography "I can do magic" from 12:30 to 16:30 this afternoon.

"Oh, you're here, great!" said Mrs. Weasley.

She was short of breath and kept stroking her hair to make it smoother. "We'll see him in a minute..."

As the team moved forward, they finally saw the protagonist of today's Licheng bookstore.

He sat behind the table, surrounded by photos of different sizes. All the faces in the photos were blinking at the crowd and showing dazzling white teeth.

The real Lockhart wore a robe as blue as forget me not - just to match his blue eyes, and the pointed Wizard Hat was playfully tilted on his curly hot hair.

In front of him, there was a short man with a camera. He was jumping and looking for photos from various angles. The flash lights were almost connected, and purple smoke kept coming out of the camera.

"Get out of the way," the short man obviously had a bad temper. He shouted to Ron who blocked his angle, taking a few steps back to choose a better angle. "This is for the Daily Prophet."

"That's amazing," said Ron, struggling to raise his foot among the crowd and rubbing the instep of his foot hurt by the man.

Lockhart obviously heard this. He looked up, first at Ron, but then at once at Harry. Suddenly his eyes lit up and said happily, "isn't this Harry Potter?"

The crowd made way. In the whispers of the crowd, Lockhart rushed up, took Harry's hand and dragged him to the front.

"Come on, take some pictures of us," Lockhart showed his neat white teeth. "Gidrow Lockhart and Harry Potter, this will make the headlines!"

There was a burst of applause, but Harry was flushed by the scene.

When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry felt his fingers numb. He tried to slip back to the Weasleys, but Lockhart's arm was still on his shoulder and held him firmly by his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," LOHA said loudly and waved to make everyone quiet, "what an extraordinary moment! I want to take this wonderful occasion to announce a small thing, which I haven't said for some time..."

Lockhart took advantage of this opportunity to talk about his going to Hogwarts as a defense against the dark arts teacher.

Suddenly, the applause of the crowd became more enthusiastic.

But in the crowd behind, two little wizards were squeezing out of the crowd. Hermione, who happened to hear Mrs. Weasley, turned back and glanced at it inadvertently.

"That's... Marca?" Hermione said in surprise. "Who's the girl he's holding?"

She looked back and pulled RON in front of her, but when she looked back, people had disappeared into the crowd.

"Marca? Where is it?" Ron looked on tiptoe and wondered, "are you wrong? There are so many people..."

Hermione looked at her head for a while, and finally shook her head. "I don't know... Is it possible?"

In fact, Hermione actually saw it clearly. But the Maka she saw made her a little suspicious - she wondered if she was really wrong.

"No, Marca's eyes will be softer. It can't be so..." Hermione muttered softly. "It can't be so cold."

"Besides, who is the girl with long blonde hair next to her? She looks strangely dressed."

She thought about it and shook her head again. "Maybe I'm really wrong?"

Hermione was thinking, but she heard a nasty voice behind her.

"You must like it, Potter?" it was Draco Malfoy, with his usual sarcastic smile.

"The famous Harry Potter!" said Malfoy. "Even entering a bookstore will make front page news."

"Don't talk nonsense, he doesn't want that!" cried Ginny, standing next to Harry.

It was the first time she had spoken in front of Harry. She was usually shy and silent.

"Potter - you're looking for a girlfriend -" Malfoy said in a long tone.

Ginny's face turned red all at once.

Ron and Hermione in the back crowded over, each holding a pile of Lockhart's books to separate her from Malfoy.

Ginny is the Weasley's baby. If Malfoy dares to bully her, Ron naturally won't buy it. He and Malfoy despised each other, and your sarcasm and sarcasm made each other.

Soon Ron was so excited that he wanted to punch Malfoy in the face. Harry and Hermione quickly grabbed the back of his clothes.

"Ron!" Mr. Weasley pushed over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? People here are crazy. Let's go out -"

"Oh - Arthur Weasley."

As Mr. Weasley tried to pull the children out, a man came out of the crowd behind Malfoy.

"Lucius." Mr. Weasley looked at him coldly and nodded slightly.

It was Lucius Malfoy, as like as two peas. He put his hand on Neldrak's shoulder. The sneering face of his father and his son was exactly the same.

"It's said that man is very busy on business!" said Mr. Malfoy. "So many copies... I think they paid you overtime?"

He reached into Ginny's crucible and pulled out a tattered "beginner's deformation guide" from among the new and shiny Lockhart books.

"Hum, it doesn't seem to be. My God - what's the advantage of being a scum among wizards if you can't get a good reward?" Mr. Weasley's face was more red than Ron and Ginny.

"We have very different views on what is scum among wizards, Malfoy!" he said angrily.

"Of course!" Lucius raised his head in disdain.

His pale eyes turned and his eyes fell on the Grangers who looked at them with trepidation.

"Look at your friend, Weasley... I thought your family had fallen to the limit?"

Mr. Weasley rushed at Mr. Malfoy and bumped him into a bookshelf. Dozens of thick spell books fell on their heads. Even Ginny's crucible was rubbed out with a clatter.

Twin brothers Fred and George shouted "hit him, Dad!" and so on, while Mrs. Weasley screamed, "come on, Arthur, come on!"

The crowd retreated in panic and knocked down more bookshelves, causing the clerk to face bitterly.

At this time, a loud voice overwhelmed all the voices.

"Spread out, gentlemen, spread out!"

It was Hagrid, who strode across the floor with books and pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Weasley's lips were broken, Lucius was hit in one eye by a thick book, and Ginny's shabby deformation textbook was in his hand.

Ginny next to her had picked up the crucible. Seeing this, Lucius stuffed the book into her crucible with a vicious light in his eyes.

"Here, little girl - take your book! It's the best thing your father can give you." he broke away from Hagrid's arm, waved to Draco, and rushed out of the store without looking back.

"You shouldn't talk to him, Arthur," Hagrid reached out to smooth Mr. Weasley's robe, but he was so strong that he almost lifted him up.

"This guy is terrible. His family is, everyone knows - the Malfoys are not worth listening to! Their blood is bad, that's it. Let's go out."

The clerk on one side seemed to want to stop them from making a claim, but for Hagrid's physique, ordinary people really didn't dare to stop him casually. After a while, they went out of the store and left a bunch of clerks there, crying and staring at each other.

They walked quickly into the street. Hermione's parents were ordinary Muggles. They were shaking with fear, while Mrs. Weasley was mad.

"Good head for the children! Fight in public? What would gidrow Lockhart think -"

"He's so happy," said Fred. "Didn't you hear us when we came out? He asked the guy in the Daily Prophet if he could write about the fight! He said it could cause a sensation..."

In the crowd not far away from them, a young man was staring at Ginny's crucible indifferently, with a pair of deep black eyes intentionally or unintentionally - to be exact, a black cover diary in the crucible.