Chapter 91: Detention and Discovery

Chapter 91: Detention and Discovery

Just a few hours ago, Ron experienced a heart-pounding journey into detention.

At eight in the evening, he nervously knocked on Professor Lockhart's door, stuttering as he explained he was there for detention.

"Is that so?" Lockhart appeared a bit under the weather. "Oh, right, of course! You little troublemaker..."

He pulled Ron into the office and pushed him into a chair.

"Hmm, as for your punishment... let me think. How can we make you sincerely repent and shed tears of gratitude, thanking the great Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Ron stared at him in astonishment. Was Lockhart's overconfidence getting even worse?

"I've got it!" Lockhart exclaimed suddenly, pulling out a stack of bulging envelopes from a cabinet in the corner of the room.

"Professor, what's this?" Ron swallowed nervously, hoping against hope...Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

"These are letters from enthusiastic fans. I've collected a few—my favorites! You need to copy them all out." Lockhart said triumphantly.

Things were taking a turn for the worst.

Ron felt that these letters combined were thicker than the two hefty books Malfoy had to copy.

He opened an envelope and took out the paper. The beginning read, "Dear Gilderoyo, I am your most adorable and faithful reader, Moriyaya. I fall asleep every day with your book in my arms, because it has your most charming photos. Oh, Gilderoyo, your curly hair tickles my heart, and I can't wait to have a great adventure with you in my dreams..."

"Ugh..." Ron nearly gagged.

"Are you feeling sick?" Lockhart asked him.

"N-no—"

"Alright then, start copying. This is your punishment for attacking a professor, no, it's a reward—allowing you the privilege of experiencing my greatness alongside my readers."

Lockhart's words today were surprisingly straightforward. Ron had thought he was more of a peacock, the kind that would hide its rear when opening its feathers.

But he had no choice. Ron had to force himself not to think about what the nonsense he was copying even meant. However, after just writing two lines, he felt nauseous again.

So, he shifted his focus to Lockhart, trying to distract himself, making his mind whirl to think about other things.

Two seats away from him, Lockhart was also unfolding a piece of parchment. He dipped his quill into an inkwell and started writing elaborate, flowing letters. Muttering to himself, "Merlin, I'm terribly unlucky, I have to apologize to the foolish Fudge..."

Ron spent the night in trepidation, for Lockhart seemed like a different person tonight. He didn't hold back anything, revealing many secrets.

With no worries about attacks and no exam stress, young wizards and witches enjoyed a dream-like weekend.

Hermione finally removed her mask, now only needing to wear a hat to cover her cat ears. She looked completely normal, and she breathed in the fresh air in deep gulps. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold, but she had no intention of putting on a scarf.

"Lavender thought I had some terminal illness," Hermione said, taking deep breaths. She looked at Ron.

"Who's Lavender?" Ron asked.

"She's my roommate."

Ron imagined for a moment and uncertainly asked, "Is she the one with freckles all over her face?"

"Not her, Ron. I thought you'd remember the wizards in our year at Gryffindor." Hermione retorted sharply.

"I remember, it's just a face I can't put to the name. Do you know Dean Thomas?" Ron asked in response.

"Of course!"

"Have you talked to him?"

Hermione tightly shut her lips.

That evening, Felix Harp guided Hermione through the process of enhancing a bead bag.

Felix looked intrigued as he examined the parchment in his hand. "You intend to create extra compartments inside? For storage purposes? It's a good attempt, but it also increases the complexity."

"Professor, do you think I can manage it at my level?" Hermione asked.

"Hmm... If you want to do it on your own, you'll need at least—" Felix thought for a moment, "You'll need to study 21 practical magical scripts in a targeted manner, become proficient in crafting specific magical circuits, and also have a basic understanding of alchemical theories."

"I can compile a reading list for you."

Felix rapidly wrote down a series of reference books, and Hermione's mouth suddenly turned bitter...

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