Chapter 494

Gilderoy Lockhart felt more and more surprised, and more and more interesting.

He picked up the "Witch Weekly" at hand and flipped through it; the handsome and dashing face on the cover had disappeared, leaving only a mysterious back.

A look of jealousy and expectation appeared on his face; he originally thought that becoming Harry Potter's teacher was enough to make him famous for a while, but he didn't expect that he even had the chance to be included in a Chocolate Frog card.

After finding that little wizard, what name would they give themselves:

Sage Master?

A subtle smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige watched this scene coldly, and only after leaving the table did she find Dumbledore.

"Albus, why must you recruit Lockhart to teach? What can students learn from such a vain person who craves fame?"

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige was deeply worried.

"Even from a bad teacher, students can learn a lot, for example: what things cannot be done, what kind of person cannot be become."

Albus Dumbledore had a deep smile on his face, his gaze lingering on Lockhart for a short while.

What happened at the high table had no effect on the young wizards.

Everyone was still looking forward to the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Except for Harry.

A very thin, grey-haired little boy was staring at him as if possessed. The boy was clutching something in his hand, looking very much like an ordinary Muggle camera.

As soon as Harry looked at him, the boy's face immediately turned bright red.

"Hello, Harry? I—I'm Colin Creevey."

He said with rapid breathing, taking a timid step forward,

"I'm also in Gryffindor. Do you think—is it possible—can I take a photo of you?"

He raised his camera with expectation.

"Photo?"

Harry asked blankly.

"So I can prove I met you."

Colin said eagerly, moving forward a few more steps,

"I know everything about you. Everyone told me. How you escaped the mysterious person's poison hand, how he disappeared, etc., you still have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead."

Colin took a deep breath, trembling slightly with excitement,

"It's really interesting here, isn't it? Before receiving the Hogwarts letter, I didn't know that the strange things I did were magic. My father is a milkman, and he couldn't believe it either. So I want to take a bunch of photos to send to him to see. If I could have a photo of you—"

He looked at Harry pleadingly,

"—maybe I could stand next to you, and ask your friend to help press the button? And then, could you sign your name?"

He looked at Sean with a pleading look, holding the camera.

"Can you help take a photo?"

Sean, who was about to leave, didn't refuse; his wand waved, and the camera floated up.

Colin quickly moved close to Harry.

"Signed photos? Are you giving out signed photos, Potter?"

Draco Ma Er's loud, sharp voice echoed in the courtyard.

He stopped behind Colin, accompanied by his two big, fierce-looking cronies: Crabbe and Gao Er.

"Don't make me laugh to death, Potter, the whole wizarding world is waiting for another photo, but you idiots actually let that person take photos—oh, everyone line up!"

Ma Er shouted to the crowd,

"Harry Potter is giving out signed photos!"

"I didn't!"

Harry said angrily.

"You're jealous."

Colin said shrilly; his whole body was only as thick as Crabbe's neck.

"Jealous? Funny, jealous that your eyes are on the back of your head, and you can't see who is qualified to sell photos?"

Ma Er said with a sneer.

His father told him that Green's background was mysterious, and even the Ministry of Magic wouldn't let anyone look up his information.

He must be a descendant of an ancient pure-blood family, otherwise there was no way to explain why his family had such profound influence in the Ministry of Magic.

Everyone at Hogwarts was wrong! They thought that Green represented Muggle wizards, ha—too ridiculous!

In fact, he was the next leader of the noble pure-bloods, the undisputed leader!

No wonder Professor Snape behaved abnormally...

Ma Er felt he was the smartest wizard at Hogwarts.

He was smart because he knew that some great pure-blood wizards had grander goals, which was why he would move among Muggle wizards with an indifferent attitude.

For example: in a distant place, the Grindelwald and their leader who were once popular in the high tower.

Thinking this way, he didn't even hate those Muggle wizards so much.

"Your eyes are the ones that are crooked, go eat slugs, Ma Er."

Luo En said angrily. Crabbe stopped laughing and began to rub his chestnut-like knuckles fiercely, scanning Luo En and his group.

When his gaze accidentally met Sean's, he quickly moved his gaze away, pretending to hum a little tune.

"Be careful, Weasley,"

Ma Er mocked,

"Don't get into trouble again, or your mother will have to come and take you back."

He put on a sharp, piercing voice:

"If you don't follow the rules again—"

A group of fifth-year Slytherin students nearby burst into laughter.

Harry and Ma Er would always stage such scenes, but today Ma Er's strange words made Sean realize something.

He glanced at Ma Er, and the other party was even a bit flattered.

Being found was a matter of time, but Ma Er's appearance was too strange.

"Consider yourselves lucky—let's go!"

When Ma Er stopped staring at Sean, he returned to his disdainful face.

He seemed to have received some signal and left here in the angry and confused gaze of Harry and his group.

"Young Master Ma Er, why are we leaving?"

Gao Er was confused.

"Gao Er, your stupid head naturally cannot understand. Some people seem to stand among Muggle wizards, but in fact, his noble bloodline determines that his allies will not be that group of dirty Muggle wizards."

Ma Er said in a melodic tone.

In the Great Hall.

Harry was even more confused; Ma Er came over and said some sarcastic words, and just left like that?

"'The whole wizarding world is waiting for another photo', 'let that person take photos'... thinking about who this is, it's too easy."

The problem is, how did Ma Er know?