Harry Potter and Master of Magic

　　 People watched Zhang Hao leave, and they all looked at a loss.

　　 At this time, no one was licking his face to cheat Lockhart, and no one belittle Zhang Hao to cheat Lockhart.

　　 When most people are not involved in their own interests, they will stay out of the matter when they encounter this kind of thing.

　　 At this time, it is probably only Lockhart who can relieve the embarrassment.

He said haha, "It seems that we have met a funny gentleman, but this will not be a hindrance, because now is destined to be an extraordinary moment! I want to announce a little thing on this wonderful occasion. , I have been suppressing this matter for some days, and I have never said it."

　　 "When young Harry walked into Lihen Bookstore today, he just wanted to buy my autobiography-I would give him this book for free on the spot."

　　 In fact, he put a whole book in Harry's hands.

　　 There was enthusiastic applause at the scene, and everyone seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now.

　　 "Oh! That's right, that's it." Lockhart smiled satisfied: "But Harry doesn't know--"

　　 He shook Harry, almost swaying the child apart.

"He will soon get something more valuable than his own book "The Magical Me". In fact, he and his classmates will get a real and magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am very happy and happy. I am proud to announce that this year I will become the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

　　 The friends were about to go to Zhang Hao, and were shocked instantly after hearing the news.

　　 My god!

　　 Zhang Hao, who offended the new professor before school started?

　　 How can I live after this!

　　 Harry forgot to struggle, he felt that the new semester could not be passed quietly!

　　……

　　 Zhang Hao at this time has already reached the door of Lihen Bookstore.

　　 Since I couldn't find a black notebook in the shop, I had to give up!

　　 I love it, anyway, there is a savior, just leave it to Harry to deal with it.

　　 Just arrived at the door, two acquaintances came to meet him.

　　 These are a father and son, the old and the young are full of silver hair.

　　The younger one is Zhang Hao’s classmate and roommate—the tsundere boy Draco Malfoy.

　　The older one is Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, who is wearing a well-made close-fitting robe and holding a delicate cane in his hand.

　　His wand may be hidden in that stick, as many sophisticated wizards do.

　　 "Good meeting, Mr. Malfoy! Draco? How was your vacation?" Zhang Hao took the initiative to say hello. If he remembers correctly, the two of them should have just come from Diagon Alley.

"You bastard?" Draco rolled his eyes and said, "I learned a lot of magic during the holidays, how about you? Did you create some amazing magic again? Or, did you get any new privileges? I think you must be so proud, right?"

　　 This kid has a sour tone. He seems to be envious of Zhang Hao's privileges!

　　 "Draco, you can't be so rude." Old Malfoy said sternly, "Your classmate is better than you, so you should learn from him. Not like a little girl who only knows how to be jealous."

　　 Draco turned his face unhappy, and hummed softly.

　　 But it can be seen that he has listened to it, but he is a bit unconvinced in front of Zhang Hao.

　　 Old Malfoy changed a kind face and said to Zhang Hao: "It's a supreme pride that Slytherin has a genius like you! Draco and you are classmates. I hope you can take care of each other with him."

　　 Draco rolled his eyes again, he felt very awkward.

　　 "Of course, this is not a problem." Zhang Hao smiled: "Mr. Malfoy, I heard that you believe in pure bloodism, but I was born in a Muggle family. Do you think Draco is suitable for me to associate?"

　　 A trace of unnaturalness flashed across old Malfoy’s face, and he smiled and said without a smile: "Bloodliness is only for ordinary wizards. For a genius like you, it doesn't matter whether it is pure blood or not."

"I'm not a genius, but the second half of your sentence is right. Bloodlines can really only be used against ordinary wizards." Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "I hope Mr. Malfoy doesn't pay too much attention to bloodlines. The world is big, but wizards are Rarely. Take a long-term view. Only when the wizarding world becomes more and more prosperous can some of our aspirations be met. If wizards kill each other, we will ultimately be unlucky."

　　 "I don't understand what you mean," Old Malfoy whispered, "Can you explain?"

"Explanation? It's really necessary to explain." Zhang Hao nodded, "Extraordinary people have their own circle of extraordinary people, but if the circle is too small, everyone will not be able to stretch. The wizarding society is such a small circle, based on the number of restrictions. The circle’s ability to withstand pressure is limited."

　　 "If purebloodism prevails, the number of wizards will inevitably decrease. Perhaps one day, this small society will collapse due to insufficient population. By then, the surviving wizards will have to blend in with ordinary people."

　　 "At that time, can pure blood still guarantee pure blood?" At this point, Zhang Hao's tone became more meaningful: "Purityism still hits his own face in the end!"

He knew in his heart that for foxes like old Malfoy, pure blood and impure blood are not really important~www.wuxiahere.com~ They only value benefits. Pure bloodism can bring benefits to them, so they believe in Pure bloodism.

　　Purebloodism cannot bring them benefits, and they will not cling to the thighs of purebloodism.

　　 is like following Voldemort twenty years ago. They preached pure-bloodism, but their leader was a complete half-blood wizard-how ironic is this?

　　 So, Zhang Hao had already seen through people like old Malfoy!

　　 "You are right," the old Malfoy was silent for a moment and nodded: "I will consider your advice and hope we can become friends. Then, shall we meet again next time?"

　　 "I look forward to seeing you next time!" Zhang Hao nodded, "Goodbye Mr. Malfoy, see Draco at the beginning of school!"

　　 Lihen Bookstore is still full of people, and Harry and the others haven't come out yet.

　　 Zhang Hao is not going to wait for them anymore, he plans to return to the castle.

　　Since you can't find the black silk notebook, let's do whatever it takes!

　　 Suddenly, Zhang Hao looked back at the Malfoy father and son who had merged into the crowd.

　　 He had some doubts in his heart: "What are they doing in Diagonal Alley? It seems to be a contraband from the seller? Hiss! Is that black notebook in their hands, right?"

　　 Thinking of this, Zhang Hao planned to go back and take another look.

　　 But as soon as he arrived at the door, he ran into the Weasleys who had finished shopping.

　　 There are Harry, Hagrid, and Granger's family.

　　Mr. Weasley doesn't seem to be in a good mood, and Mrs. Weasley is looking at him.

　　 "Can you restrain yourself a little? You guys were about to fight just now. If you fight in front of Lockhart, what will he think of him?"

　　 "I guess he will be very happy," Fred muttered, "I just heard him say that it would be a sensation if it fights!"