The sophomore career of the famous savior Harry Potter got off to a bad start.
"Help!" Since Hogwarts operated Station Nine and Three-Quarters, there has never been a situation where students failed to catch the train because they were late.
However, the reality is that Potter and the youngest son of the Weasley family hit the brick wall firmly.
"Look, there are two little guys who are late." Before Ron could get up from the ground, he heard a smile coming from the direction above his head.
Ron raised his head and looked at the visitor with a slightly funny look. It was a young lady who looked extremely fashionable. The sun was falling from the skylight of King's Station, shrouding her long shining hair in a trance. The beautiful sister raised her slender eyebrows and pushed her brown sunglasses on her head. Ron's silly-looking figure was reflected in her warm honey-colored eyes.
The beautiful sister smiled. She leaned closer and bent down. A slender gold chain slipped out from her collar. Harry smelled the delicious perfume on her shirt. It was different from the sweet floral scent of some girls in the college. It was a mellow and gentle fragrance, which seemed to be the smell of some kind of plant.
Harry felt that the person in front of him seemed familiar, but he searched through his memory and couldn't find any clues. God, so many troubles during the summer vacation occupied his brain that he couldn't think carefully.
Ron exclaimed, "It's you! Oh, I mean, hello, Professor Lockhart."
Only then did Harry remember that the person in front of him was none other than their second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Genia Lockhart.
Warning: Sexual transformation crosses Lockhart
stream of consciousness drama
Open by chance
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