65: Myrtle and the Medal

65: Myrtle and the Medal

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Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.

Gilderoy Lockhart was replying to a letter from his fan when there was a knock on the door.

"Oh, this is really a headache. My little fans won't let me go even at night."

He thought it was a fan/student who came to ask for his autograph, and he never got tired of it and even felt happy.

Pure fame and vanity made him happy, even if it would make his hands break from signing.

After opening the door, his bright smile became a little awkward.

"John Wick, I mean Mr. Wick, why are you here?"

His behavior made Percy a little strange, because Lockhart claimed to the outside world that he had taught John, but he looked like he was in awe of John.

"Professor Lockhart, we have something to talk about. I hope you don't mind us taking up some time here."

John walked in, and that look was completely contrary to the respectful words he said verbally.

Percy nodded respectfully to Lockhart: "Professor Lockhart, you are still actively preparing teaching materials tonight."

"Uh, yes, I mean, I am preparing teaching materials."

Lockhart calmly took the envelope from his desk. After Percy came in, he closed the door, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and rubbed his thumbs in circles.

John sat on the chair and waved his wand to conjure up a chair for Percy.

Instead, Lockhart became a waiter, taking out tea and cups.

"Professor Lockhart and I have developed some friendship during the holidays. We are pen pals."

Seeing Percy's surprise, John made up a reason casually.

He smiled and said, "After all, connections are also an indispensable part of excellent wizards, and excellent wizards like Professor Lockhart are the same."

Hearing that he was praised, Lockhart straightened his back.

Percy nodded in approval. His ideas were not favored in the Weasley family. It was rare for someone to agree with his ideas. He had some good feelings for John.

Picking up a piece of toffee, John put it in his mouth, and after the sweetness burst out, he took a sip of black tea.

"Similarly, connections should not be limited to outside the school. To be honest, Percy Weasley, I know you want to become the school Head Boy next year, and the support of the four houses is indispensable."

Percy's ambition is obvious to everyone. John picked up a piece of toffee and put it in Percy's hand, chuckling, "I will help you get Slytherin."

"Why, why do you want to help me?" Percy pinched the toffee, a little confused.

He was a little uneasy. He was obviously four years older than John, but he was suppressed in terms of momentum.

"Connections."

John said meaningfully: "I said, you are an excellent person, and the same is true in the Ministry of Magic after graduation. In this case, why shouldn't I not be friends with you?"

The easiest way to deal with Percy is to let him see the actual help. John pointed at Lockhart.

He said, "Professor Lockhart will help you establish your prestige among the students. You need to show your excellence. The assistant of Defense Against the Dark Arts is a good stage."

Walking into the girls' bathroom, he saw the ghost of the bullied schoolgirl still crying, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Myrtle screamed and flew through John's body. John felt as if he was splashed with a basin of cold water, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Myrtle remembered the sad things and started crying again.

John was very troubled by this situation. He really didn't know how to treat ghosts

But the clothes on Myrtle made him curious, "Are you a student of Hogwarts?"

Myrtle was wearing some clothes somewhat similar to that of Hogwarts students, which made John wonder. Did a student die in Hogwarts?

Or did she forget to take her body away and become a ghost like Professor Binns?

Myrtle wore glasses and had straight hair. The style of the clothes on her body should have been a long time ago.

"Of course, I am a student of Hogwarts."

Myrtle stopped crying and glared at John, then turned around and jumped into a broken toilet.

"Well, it seems that not all ghosts are easy to talk to."

Spreading his hands, John walked out of the bathroom.

After picking up the knocked-down sign that said "Out of Order", John went back to the Slytherin common room.

"Goyle, don't eat too much. You're almost like a pig."

"And you, Crabbe, stop. Don't make me angry, okay?"

Daphne was teaching Goyle and Crabbe a lesson in the Slytherin common room. She really couldn't understand why these two guys were so good eaters.

Pansy sneered sarcastically, "Maybe they were originally domestic pigs."

After John walked in, he saw Daphne trying to take back the cupcakes that Goyle had taken away.

"John, here are your letters. Your dog brought them back from outside."

Daphne immediately restrained herself and showed her ladylike image. At the same time, she handed two envelopes to John like a Slytherin hostess.

"From Mr. Shelby?" John raised his eyebrows.

There were three ink spots on the lower right corner of one of the letters that seemed to have been accidentally dropped on it. John frowned. It seemed that it was sent by the shop of Johnny Silverhand.

He nodded to Daphne and thanked her, "Thank you for taking care of Tom for me."

Daphne looked up proudly, but her ears were a little red.

Back in the dormitory, John opened the envelope and was relieved by the contents.

"Mr. Damocles Belby will be awarded the medal on October 24."

It seemed that his investment was starting to pay off.

John smiled.

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