Introducing Lockhart and a Surprise Question

[A:N/ Five chapters for today, because why not? Enjoy!]

It has been two weeks since Harry's rescue operation happened. Life in the orphanage has been normal ever since that event. Well, except when Harry saw my human-sized pillow of Selina Kyle... Catwoman's hot...like hot-hot. When Harry saw my human sized pillow of her in my room, I had a hard time explaining it to him at that time.

Let's just say that we had an enjoyable time the following day watching Batman Returns at the cinema, courtesy of Father Orsi allowing us because he said that it would be good for Harry to have some bonding time that he deserves. Michael Keaton rocks.

Besides that, nothing of any importance or interest happened, which I thought was impossible. I mean, a bombing literally happened on the Privet Drive, so I'm definitely sure that the no-maj would have already noticed it, but I'm wrong; no such event happened and everything was silent.

A few days later, after I teleported back to the Privet Drive to ask Erebus for an update, I came to know that a powerful wizard, with a long white beard and bespectacled glasses, had already repaired the whole area with his magic.

"So the Headmaster had already dealt with it, huh? I guess Father asked him for help. Saw anything suspicious?" I asked him, to which he answered with a no. After that, I told Erebus to wait two more weeks to observe the area, which he negotiated with three times the amount of bacon. We then shook hands for a deal well done, and I bid him farewell and teleported back to the orphanage.

As I said, it's been two weeks, meaning Harry Potter has been in Ottery St. Catchpole for two weeks. I said Ottery St. Catchpole because Harry slept everywhere he liked—in the orphanage with me, in the burrow with Ron.

He's like double-timing us, but we just let him because he was clearly having the time of his life right now. After all, when he was in those pi — bitc — fuc —... those man's house, he never made a friend because of that Dufoo — Duddic — Dudley never let him have any...

"Forgive me..." I muttered to myself as I did a little prayer.

Anyways, right now, I'm currently with the Weasleys having my second breakfast. One of the perks of my body manipulation is never being full, and I love every single bit of it!

"Letters from school," said Mr. Weasley as he passed us identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink.

"Dumbledore already knows the two of you are here, Moses, Harry. – doesn't miss a trick, that man. You two've got them, too," he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pyjamas.

'Not all though... If he doesn't miss a trick, then he should've already saved Harry from those shitheads... Why didn't he?' I pondered while staring at the letter on my hand.

'Come to think of it...We still haven't gotten through the third-floor corridor, haven't we? We were so caught up in what happened that night that we forgot it.' I thought to myself as I slapped my forehead. Ron asked me what was wrong.

"Bug." I lied,

'Is the stone still in there? Or did the headmaster already move it considering that Voldemort is after it? Why did he even hide it in a place that was full of children in the first place? Is he mad?'

"Something in your mind, Moses, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked,

"It's nothing, Mrs. Weasley. I was just wondering who this 'Gilderoy Lockhart' is?" Almost all of the books in the requirements were written by him; he must be a great wizard for his book to be in the syllabus of Hogwarts.

Second-year students will require:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!" Fred said as he continued, "The new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan – bet it's a witch."

I looked at him curiously, wondering how he came to that conclusion, however, before I could question him, Mrs. Weasley let out a soft shrill of excitement. Realizing her actions, she cleared her throat as she said,

"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is one of the best, most charming, and most talented wizard of our time, Moses. He was also awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award!~" Mrs. Weasley shrieled in excitement while explaining to me who Gilderoy Lockhart is.

'Calm yourself woman...' I thought to myself while smiling helplessly,

"He sounds like an amazing person, Mrs. Weasley." I said, causing her to be thrilled again as she babbled continuously on and on about Lockhart with hearts in her eyes. While this was happening, Mr. Weasley was just minding his own business, not caring for his wife's fantasy land.

"That lot won't come cheap,' said George, with a quick look at his parents.

"Lockhart's books are really expensive …"

"Well, we'll manage," said Mrs. Weasley, but she looked worried. "I expect we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things second-hand."

"Or she can have mine; I've already finished reading all my first-year books, I do— Ow ow oww, what is it?" Before I could finish my suggestion, Ginny, who was beside me pinched my thigh while gesturing her eyes weirdly at Harry. I have pain nullification from my body manipulation, but I hardly use it. Not feeling any pain can be a double-edged sword.

Harry noticed her stare and smiled awkwardly.

"You're starting Hogwarts this year, aren't you?" Harry asked Ginny timidly. The girl in question only nodded with her cheeks blushing similarly to her flaming red hair.

Looking at the two of them only made me chuckle.

'Will I have a person I fancy to...' I pondered to myself while eating the toast that Mrs. Weasley gave me.

'I hope not...' My thoughts were then cut short by the arrival of Percy,

"Morning, all! Lovely day," Percy said briskly, who sat down on the remaining chair, stood up immediately, and pulled a grey feathered owl underneath him.

"Errol!" Ron exclaimed. He took the limp owl from Percy and extracted the letter tucked-in in its wings. Ron carried Errol to a perch just inside the back door and tried to stand him, but the limp owl immediately flopped down, so Ron just laid him on the draining board instead.

'Poor owl...' I pondered, I pinched a bit of my toast and gave a command that whoever ate it would have peak health, then tossed it for Errol to feed. Once he ate the toast, he immediately stood up, faced me, and bowed down in gratitude.

<Thank you, young wizard, I owe you,> said Errol, his voice sounds very old,

"You're welcome, Errol." I said to him while petting him. The old owl hooted in delight as he took his flight away from the burrow at fast speeds.

All of this happened obliviously to the Weasleys because all of them were busy with what they were doing. After feeding Errol, Moses looked at what Harry and Ron were reading and found out that it was a letter from Hermione saying about something illegal that would get Harry out or something and that to meet her in London next Wednesday to buy her new book in Diagon Alley and to not tell me anything about it because she wanted to surprise me. I read all of that in one glance behind Harry and Ron's back.

"What's up with Hermione? Why does she need to surprise me?" I ask them, taking them out of their wits. They looked at me with shocked expressions while hiding the letter sent by Hermione.

"No need to hide it, I already read it. And you, Harry. Hohoho!"

"He's bluffing Harry, how could he possi —"

Dear Ron, and Harry if you're there,

"I hope everything went all rig....and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley? Please keep our meeting a secret from Moses! I want to surprise him!

Let me know what's happening as soon as you can, love from

Hermione."

"How in the bloody hell did you do that...?"

"What do you mean? I just had to visualize what I saw and then read it right out of my mind. You can also do that if you try harder at reading, Ron. Everything is so easy, so easy that once you've gotten the hang of it, you won't ever need to review anymore! Pretty tempting, right?" Ron is too... laidback in studying to the point that it was affecting Harry rather...negatively, I had to do something with this tomato.

"He's right, Ron. I've tried it once in a while ever since I got here. It clears my mind from all the shit that has been happening to me lately." Harry commented as he shrugged. I looked at him in shock as I wiped the small, budding tears from the corner of my eye.

"Are you serious, Harry?" Ron asked, to which Harry just nodded. In the end, Ron dejectedly accepted and said that he'd give 'studying' a try, which earned Harry a thumbs up from me.

"Well, dears, that fits in nicely, isn't it? We can go and get all your things then, too," said Mrs, Weasley, starting to clear the table as she continued, "What're you all up to today?"

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Turns out, Fred and George planned for us a little Quidditch game today, and right now, we're currently marching up the hill to find George's and Fred's Quidditch secret spot. Fred and George are behind me, while Ron, Harry, and Ginny are in front of me. I'm in the middle of minding my own business, marching up while whistling with an unenchanted broom up on my shoulders, when suddenly,

"Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year," said George after a while. "Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything …" I heard Fred and George whispering to themselves so that Ginny couldn't hear them.

Financial problems had never been a thing in my life; I mean, for some reason, Father Orsi and Sister Lily never talk about them. Sure, we eat potatoes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we never complained about it considering how well Sister Lily cooks.

'Are we financially unstable..?' I thought to myself. I mean, sure, I can just make gold out of thin air, but will father approve of me doing something like that? And I doubt Father Orsi will accept any penny from me, he's more of a giving type of person than the one receiving something.

'Well, I don't need to give something to Father Orsi for something that he didn't ask for, and I'm sure it would be more than enough for him for me to have a bunch of money for myself... I guess I'll have to create a bunch of pure gold and sell it to the Gringotts for a bunch of galleons then.

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After playing some Quidditch, once we saw the setting sun, all of us decided to head home because it was already late. Harry decided to sleep at the orphanage this time because he said that he wanted to ask me something.

After eating our supper, which was composed of extravagantly delicious potato dishes, expect Harry because Harry wants roast chicken...blasphemy I say...but we have our own tastes...not. I transfigured his chicken into a potato that looked like a chicken at that time.

After eating our supper, Harry and I head to our shared room, where each of us has our own bed. It's a normal bed with an ordinary design, but it's comfy, so there's that. After changing into our pajamas, we lay down on our bed with a human-sized pillow of Catwoman beside each of us.

"Moses, what do you think Wednesday likes?"

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"What...?"