Chapter 272 Confident Lockhart

Fred and George didn't even eat their meal, grabbing a few slices of bread and leaving the table.

It seemed that they wanted to send the letter before class.

Harry, Ron and Neville looked at each other in confusion. To be honest, they still didn't understand what was going on.

However, they didn't have time to think about it. Professor McGonagall was handing out the class schedule along the Gryffindor table.

"Kyle, you are here."

After handing the last class schedule to Neville, she said, "Professor Sprout has something to talk to you about. If you have finished breakfast, come with me."

"Okay, professor."

Kyle drank the last sip of lemonade, got up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the hall.

If he guessed correctly, Professor Sprout should talk to him about the time converter.

After all, the first class of the new school year is about to start, and there should be news.

And before coming to the restaurant, he had already got his class schedule from the common room.

The first class of the third grade is Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmetic Divination... The time of these two classes is exactly the same, both at nine o'clock in the morning.

...

After leaving the restaurant, Professor McGonagall did not go to the office upstairs, but took Kyle out of the castle and came to the other side of the venue.

Professor Sprout was there to treat the wound of the Whomping Willow...

Because it was hit hard by two reckless guys yesterday, the poor little guy broke several branches. Professor Sprout was using special potions and bandages to wrap up the broken parts one by one.

Kyle noticed that the Whomping Willow was not static, but still moving... A passing owl was almost pulled down from mid-air by it.

Fortunately, the owl was small and reacted quickly enough, so it escaped, leaving a pile of feathers on the ground and flew away cursing.

Obviously, Professor Sprout did not press the scar at the root of the tree.

But the Whomping Willow had no intention of attacking her at all, allowing her to toss back and forth between its branches.

And it's not just Professor Sprout, another professor is here too.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

He stood ten meters away from the Whomping Willow, shouting:

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that... it's too much trouble."

"Oh... you're too much trouble, Pomona, I just know a very useful spell that can perfectly connect those completely broken branches."

"Yes, that's it, I just wanted to teach you this spell, I didn't expect you to know it!"

Lockhart kept talking below, and Professor Sprout's face became more and more ugly.

If Lockhart hadn't stood too far away, she would have wanted the Whomping Willow to give this guy a warm hug.

How annoying!

At this time, Professor McGonagall also came nearby with Kyle.

"Oh, Minerva, I'm so glad to see you. Lockhart came over.

"Me too, Professor Lockhart. "Professor McGonagall replied perfunctorily, and then shouted in the direction of the Whomping Willow:

"Pomona, are you done? I brought Kyle here."

"There is only one more." Professor Sprout looked back and his hands moved a lot faster.

"Wait, could it be that you are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history?"

Lockhart looked at Kyle as if he had discovered a new world.

"Yes, Professor Lockhart." Kyle nodded.

"We should have met before. Remember, you came to buy my book at Flourish and Blotts?" Lockhart said with a smile, his big white teeth glittering in the sun.

"It's just that you were too shy at the time and hid. "

Professor McGonagall glanced sideways.

A man who dared to face dark wizards alone, confront werewolves head-on, and break into the forbidden area with a three-headed dog...would he be shy?

Professor McGonagall had no way to connect Kyle with shyness. This was too absurd. She would rather believe that Fred and George were a pair of good kids.

But she soon thought of a photo of the Daily Prophet she had seen a few days ago, and the helpless Harry in the photo.

If she guessed correctly, Kyle should have been there at the time, but he ran away in advance and was not caught to take a photo together.

Professor McGonagall's mouth moved slightly, as if she was smiling.

But Lockhart didn't notice this.

"I am also a recipient of the Order of Merlin, and I have also encountered werewolves."

He reached out and patted Kyle's shoulder:

"You are so lucky. You have achieved the same success as me at a young age."

"Kyle's winning of the Order of Merlin has nothing to do with luck. "

Professor Sprout came over and said indifferently: "He saved a whole floor of patients."

"Yes, of course, this is worthy of praise." Lockhart adjusted his gold-rimmed hat.

"In fact, I have also saved many people during my journey, but I never mentioned these things."

"Yes, I didn't mention it, but it's all written in the book." Kyle complained in his heart.

Although no one said anything, Lockhart didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued to say to Kyle:

"I think you must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves" before, where I introduced fifteen ways to deal with werewolves in detail."

"Professor, isn't it seventeen?"

Kyle blinked, "Did you forget?"

"Seventeen..." Lockhart paused, but his expression did not change at all.

"Of course not, but there are two methods that are too risky. I don't recommend ordinary wizards to do that... It seems that you are really reading my book seriously, very good, which house are you in?"

"Hufflepuff."

"Then... Hufflepuff plus ten points." Lockhart said happily: "You will definitely be able to become an internationally renowned wizard like me in the future.

Of course, you have achieved some success now, although it is not as glorious as winning the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award for five consecutive times, but this is just the beginning.

I was much more ordinary than you when I was thirteen."

Professor McGonagall twitched and rubbed her teeth when she heard it in the back.

The "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award is more glorious than the Order of Merlin?

How did he say that?

For that kind of thing, even if she was given a large sum of Galleons, she would have to consider whether to take it.

It's so embarrassing. If my old friends see it, they might think that Hogwarts can't afford to pay wages.

At this time, a group of people came out of the castle, including Harry, Hermione and Ron... Their first class is the Herbology class, and they need to go to the greenhouse.

"I have to go." Lockhart patted Kyle's shoulder again.

"By the way, although I was just instructing Professor Sprout on how to treat the Whomping Willow, I don't want you to think that I am better than her in Herbology. I just happened to see a few of these strange plants during my travels..."

"Where did you see it, Professor?"

Kyle suddenly asked: "I have always wanted to grow a Whomping Willow, but Principal Dumbledore and Professor Sprout don't agree that I can dig it up. If it's in the wild, it should be fine."

"That's a very far place..." Lockhart thought for a while and said, "And you may be disappointed. The Whomping Willow there is also someone else's private property, and they value it very much."