Chapter 220 Everyone Loves the Pushy Principal

The next day, weekend night, the auditorium.

Boom!

The fireworks exploded, and amidst the blooming fireworks, Lockhart walked up to the center of the rostrum with a bright smile on his face.

"I think..." Lockhart saw everyone staring at him, his smile became brighter, his white teeth gleamed, and he raised his hand high.

"It's time to make some changes!"

Snapped!

A handsome snap of fingers.

The magic power surged along the podium all the way to the gate, because the Gryffindor decoration that won the Academy Cup last year changed instantly, and the decorations of the four major colleges appeared at the same time.

This is a moment Hogwarts has never had.

The banner of each college is so obvious and dazzling.

"I hope this school not only belongs to a certain college, but also belongs to everyone." The coquettish man in a lavender wizard robe waved his arms and delivered a speech in an extremely pompous gesture, "From today onwards, every A person can find his own place in the academy!"

"Everyone should shine their own light!"

He raised his fingers, with a look of earnest teaching, "You should only remember one title, Hogwarts. Instead of narrowly framing yourself under the name of one college, hating each other, being hostile to each other, and making things worse It's smoky!"

Lockhart walked back and forth in front of the rostrum, "Those people outside the school, ha, they don't know what education is at all, they only care about some messy things."

"Oh, Lockhart!" He clenched his hands, stared at his chin, and looked up sadly, "Where are you taking Hogwarts?"

"Ha, Lockhart!" He spread his hands, dejectedly, "you're going to screw everything up."

"Hey, Lockhart!" He pointed forward angrily, with a look of disbelief, "You don't want to go the old way of Grindelwald, you don't want to go the old way of the mysterious man, no, no Will it?"

Slap, he propped his hands on the rostrum and stared at all the students seriously.

"No, they don't understand, they only know how to stand in line." Lockhart sneered, "Go to the fucking line, listen, you students, you are still young, you don't understand anything, don't think about it What standing in line!"

"I'm fed up with all this shit they've got in their heads!"

"Learn! Magic! Live! This is what you do!"

"You will usher in the most unique headmaster in the history of Hogwarts. I, Lockhart, will let everyone know what a headmaster should do!"

Loudly.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at this handsome man, yes, everyone, even the other professors looked at each other.

Lockhart clapped his hands, and Filch, who was under the rostrum, hurried up holding two huge trophies.

"Starting today, I will abolish the Quidditch competition of the four colleges!"

All the people under the podium suddenly became noisy, and some students even stood up directly.

"No!" Lockhart raised his index finger and shook it, "No, my dear classmate, please sit down before you speak."

"You all sit down, sit down."

His expression was so serious that the entire auditorium became silent.

"I've said it before, I don't want to see mutual hatred between the colleges!"

"From now on, there are only two Quidditch teams left." Holding a trophy in one hand, he smiled brightly, "Gold Cup team and Silver Cup team!"

"The two teams will go through the most rigorous selection, and your eyes will no longer be limited to the school."

"You should have a wider field of vision and battlefield. You should go out and go to events in England, Europe, and America!" Lockhart shook as if in a fit of madness, shaking his fingers all the way up , "You have to go straight to the sky!"

"I think that's what Quidditch is about."

"Unrestrained, full of passion, full of competition and hard work."

"Here, I would like to announce the team leaders of the two teams. They will lead our school team to win the honor that belongs to our school internationally."

"Mrs. Hooch, the Silver Cup team!" As Lockhart shouted, all the students lit up and shouted frantically.

Mrs. Huo Qi froze for a moment, looked around, how could the Gold Cup team be herself?

Who else?

Who else!

"Professor McGonagall!" Seeing that everyone was expecting him to speak, Lockhart smiled mysteriously and shouted loudly, "Gold Cup team!"

"Professor McGonagall!"

"Professor McGonagall!"

"Professor McGonagall!"

The vice-principal's dedication to the school for a long time finally showed her latent prestige at this moment, no matter which college the students were calling her name.

Professor McGonagall grinned, a little proud, a little moved, a little happy, and quickly turned serious again, just stood up and nodded softly.

Oh, Lockhart became much more pleasing to the eye at this time, this young man who knows how to read words, actually knows that she has some kind of fanatical love for Quidditch?

"Quiet! Quiet!" Lockhart waved his hands, "You might say, oh, Headmaster, what about the Academy Cup?"

"It's easy!"

"We will give a comprehensive score based on the performance of each team member and the overall record. I think Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch will have good ideas about this."

It was another frenzied and noisy cry.

After everyone calmed down, Lockhart started performing again.

"I saw it, I saw it, not every student is so excited." He smiled and nodded at the long tables of the four colleges in front of the rostrum, "Yes, after all, not every student likes Quidditch."

"So, what about knowledge? How about glory? How about proving yourself?"

He clapped his palms again, and the door of the auditorium slowly opened, and a girl with glasses and beautiful blonde hair walked in. She was wearing a gorgeous emerald green dress, and she walked along the middle aisle enchantingly as if she was going to get married. Go to the rostrum.

"Rita Skeeter! Your sister from Ravenclaw used to be a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Lockhart raised his eyebrows, "Yes, once!"

"From today, she will be the editor-in-chief of the Hogwarts Daily, and she promises to spread the glory of this newspaper all over the world."

"And you will freely form magic interest study groups one by one, and contribute articles to the newspaper in the name of the group. Every member of your group will gain a great reputation all over the world because of their wisdom."

"Everyone will be cheering for you and your family will be proud of you!"

exploded.

The entire auditorium exploded.

Everyone was shouting crazily, talking loudly, and imagining a bright future.

"Students in the lower grades, you will be grateful to have this wonderful school time with me."

"Senior students, you need to be in a hurry. This is a wonderful opportunity. If you plan to have a good job after graduation, maybe you should get involved more actively now, to win Quidditch, and to write a book. A paper that shocked the world!"

An hour ago, everyone was discussing pessimistically how bad the school would become, and an hour later, everyone was gearing up and waiting to shine.

This pushy principal seems to have won the love of almost everyone in such a short period of time.

Yes, almost.

In the horizontal row at the end of the long Slytherin table near the door, there was only Anton sitting alone, and a gloating smile broke out.

Anton turned to look at Dumbledore, "Hahaha, what should I do, Dumbledore, you have become a double!"

He smiled evilly, leaned forward and backward with a smile.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, you're done, you screwed up, hahaha, you can't go back."

Dumbledore rubbed the ring on his finger, silently looked at Lockhart who was talking non-stop on the rostrum, smacked his lips, and turned to look at Anton, "What idea did you give him?"

Anton laughed until his stomach ached, and he couldn't help it, so he slapped the table hard.

"Hahaha, Dumbledore, are you very unwilling, don't you care? Why do you look unhappy now? Wow, you don't really care about the position of Hogwarts principal, do you?"

"Expose your true nature!"

Lao Deng picked up a candy from the table, threw it into his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and said bitterly, "You gave him the idea!"

"Unfortunately, it really isn't."

Dumbledore blinked blankly.

The corners of Anton's mouth curled up, and he stared at Dumbledore, "Aren't you underestimating people? He has grown from nothing to nothing, and has become a famous best-selling author all the way."

"You don't think that you can get to this point just by hearing a little bit of the story?"

Anton looked at Lockhart on the podium in amazement, "Although he is a weak chicken, he is indeed a person with vision, experience, and ideas."

Given a stage, it suddenly became so eye-catching.

Destiny is wonderful.

Dumbledore stared blankly at the new headmaster, with mixed feelings, and finally turned into a faint smile, "Alright, such a young headmaster, I hope he can bring a different atmosphere to Hogwarts."

He has devoted almost all of his life to Hogwarts, and has long regarded it as his own home, so how could he not want it to become better.

But ah, why is Mao feeling so uncomfortable in his heart!

He glared at Anton in displeasure, "Smile, you know how to laugh."

"Hahahaha..." Anton turned his face around, facing him, and laughed even louder.

"!!!"

Lao Deng grabbed a handful of candies from the plate with a displeased face, stood up vigorously, turned and went back to the school infirmary.

He knew that McGonagall and others would come to him later, and then, he had to tell them, it's all right, let's make great achievements under the leadership of the new headmaster?

His heart is full of grass now.

Extremely grassy.

Anton chuckled, turned his head to stare at Lockhart, and shook his head, "It's a pity, if there is no Voldemort and you are kept in front of you all the time, it's hard to say that school will really be much more interesting."

There are two more Voldemorts in the school hiding in the shade of the grass.

What a pity.

After Dumbledore slaughtered them, the incomparable prestige would definitely easily send him back to the original headmaster position, right?

If Dumbledore cared about the position.

Anton can empathize, this feeling of being stolen is definitely exciting enough.

Dumbledore, do you still want to die now? Do you still dare to die once to fish? Come on, hahaha.

Quack quack...

So funny.

Anton simply jumped onto the chair and roared wildly, "Lockhart, Lockhart, Lockhart..."

So everyone shouted the headmaster's name wildly.

The cries converged into an ocean.

"!!!"

Dumbledore raised the candy in his hand bitterly, "Don't eat it!"