Chapter 147

Chapter 147: The Voice in the Wall

"That said, but you also spent time and energy, giving you Jin Garon so that you can invent more fun and interesting magic props later, just as I am an early investment."

"To be honest, if you are interested, I think I can become your angel investor, and I think your magic trick workshop will definitely succeed, but you lack the funds now."

Li Xuan smiled and said to Fred and George, he was not joking, but really felt that it was feasible, after all, after Fred's sacrifice in the future, George himself could open the magic trick workshop alone, let alone two people.

"Really? I have to say that Li Xuan, you are really the most discerning wizard at Hogwarts! "

Fred and George are very warm in their hearts, Li Xuan has always been very convinced of their talent and talent, they can't do sensational clips, they are still frolicking on the surface, but they have all written down 27 in their hearts.

Don't look at Fred and George usually get along very well, as if they have a good relationship with everyone.

But on the contrary, such a person you want to really walk into his heart and become a person he recognizes, the difficulty will increase dramatically.

"Don't, friendship is friendship, things are calculated yard by yard, so you don't shirk too much, this time daydream curse I will pay you ten gold gallons."

Li Xuan took out the small cloth bag he had prepared before from the pocket of his clothes and put it on the table, Li Xuan thought about it before coming to Fred and George.

Seeing Li Xuan like this, they also knew Li Xuan's nature, so they didn't say more.

Afraid that Li Xuan would be in a hurry, Fred and George simply wrote out the relevant information about the Daydream Spell here in the auditorium, and one person wrote and one added it next to it.

Li Xuan simply waited on the side, and it didn't take long for him to get the "paper" on the daydream spell from Fred's hand.

"Then I'll leave first."

After getting the Daydream Spell, Li Xuan said goodbye to Fred and George and left, and he was going to enter the small world to start analyzing the Daydream Spell.

Li Xuan's side began to "daydream", and Ron and Harry over there were not so well treated.

At dinner at night, if the two of them knew that there was an idiom called taste and chewing wax, they definitely thought it was very suitable to express their feelings.

Even though they desperately begged the second and minute hands on the clock to go slower, the time still came to half past seven in the evening. The two brothers staged a wave of bitter separation, after all, one was going to Lockhart's office, which was Quirrell's office before, and the other was going to the prize showroom.

Li Xuan can only say that he is really the iron Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, the flowing Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

However, even outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Harry still grinded for a long time, estimating that it was only a little more than the agreed eight o'clock, before gritting his teeth and knocking on the door and pushing the door inside.

"Ah, our savior little scoundrel is here, come in!"

Harry looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office in front of him, and sure enough, it was Lockhart style, just like the previous classroom.

The walls are covered with countless Lockhart's picture frames, which can be said to be a completely different wallpaper, illuminated by many candles, as if others will not be able to see clearly.

Approaching Lockhart's desk, there was a stack of photographs, several with his signature.

"Well, my office is spectacular…"

After Lockhart let Harry sit down, he began to brag about his skills, and Harry didn't know how he was embarrassed, obviously the Cornwall leprechaun incident obviously happened a few days ago, how could it be like amnesia?

Harry simply ignored him, picked up the quill and began to do his job, after all, looking at the thick stack of envelopes, he suspected that there were at least a thousand, and then looked at the address he was going to write, all over the world.

Such a long string of addresses, combined with so many amounts, must be completed tonight, and then listen to Lockhart beep, no need to sleep at all.

So Harry seemed to have automatically installed a Lockhart discourse filter in his head, automatically ignoring Lockhart's chattering words.

What the

"Fame is capricious friends"

What the

"Celebrities have to have celebrity shelves"

Harry said he didn't care at all.

All he was concerned about was when the envelope in front of him would be completely reduced, and even Lockhart told Harry that being able to come to him to help him write a letter would offset what he had done wrong, and there was a more relaxed confinement there?

Feeling like a hand that was about to be written to waste, Harry was like slamming the quill pen in his hand on his face, you? This is called easy?! We all know that when a person walks a thing with a sense of resistance, he will feel that time is incomparably long, and the difficulty of the matter in hand will be infinitely strengthened, the body is extremely resisting, and the psychology is also suffering incomparably.

There seemed to be a flame burning on the chair, so that I didn't feel comfortable no matter how I sat down. Now Harry feels like this, he really wants to escape, but he can't!

Fortunately, although it was tormented, as the candle burned shorter and shorter, the number of envelopes in front of Harry was also visibly reduced, allowing Harry to see the light of hope of 970.

Harry shook his sore hand, maybe he had been locked in the attic by Uncle Dursley for the summer holidays and had no homework to write now, right?

In the jumping firelight, Harry picked up a new envelope and was about to write the long list of addresses on it, when he suddenly heard a voice, a cold and creepy voice that did not look like a human at all, in stark contrast to the chattering Lockhart on the side.

"Come on… Come here… Let me tear you. Tear you apart… Kill you… "

This creepy sound reached Harry's ears, making him shiver and startle, and a large cloud of ink on the surface of the envelope in front of him was constantly smudging.

The owner of this voice does not seem to speak very sharply, or is there a problem in this regard?

The words that came out were intermittent and did not form a complete sentence, but it was enough to scare Harry.

"What's wrong?"

Lockhart, who was sitting next to Harry, also noticed the ink stain, and the suddenly changed face that had taken a big breath.

"Didn't you hear? That voice just now!!! "

Harry asked Lockhart, seeing the other party's puzzled look, Harry didn't understand.