A weekend away from school a little early for Easter holidays. It was a cloudy Sunday morning, with a few timid rays of sunshine that occasionally poked through the clouds fluffy. Not the best time for a walk at Diagon Alley, but Harry, Ron and Hermione did not want to miss a rare chance to visit various bazaars that have nothing to do with education costs.
They made a leap from Magic Town, a charming little museum of miniatures of the greatest architectural works of the magical world: they saw a small but Hogwarts detailed with a lot of Black Lake, and the white marble bank Gringotts and the most futuristic stadiums designed for Quidditch. Past by top quality accessories for the giant octopus fishing (Ron he understood something to fish for octopus, and pushed Harry and Hermione to have a look).
exhausted by the walk is granted a break from Bon Bon Bites , taking a nice hot steaming calzone each.
"I should make a jump from Magical Herbs and Fungi," said Hermione, getting up from the table. "Come on, come on, take your bags and go."
"Hermione, calm. We have no hurry. "
" Ron, I must remind you that your mother gave us an appointment at the Leaky Cauldron in just under an hour? "
On the road again headed for the markets herbalists. But it never arrived. A strange encounter as unexpected as the three boys did not let go of Fine Herbs & Magic Mushrooms.
"Harry! Is it you, "said one guy who crossed the street with a beautiful smile and an expression to cover. He wore trousers and leather jacket, similar to one component of the Weird Sisters, the famous rock band.
"Um, would you?" Asked Harry, as Ron and Hermione, I guess I just do not know what strange type.
"In fact," said the man dressed in leather clothing looking at her and never stopped smiling, "I have changed things! But surely remember your wonderful and incomparable teacher of Defense Against the Arts ... "
" Professor Lockhart!?
"Exactly, Mr. Weasley, his own self. The last time we saw each other was last year at St. Mungo's, right? Oh, yes, I remember ... "
'It cured? "Asked Hermione, surprised.
"Healed completely Miss Granger! And in great shape now. And in a completely different look. " Rise. A laugh from the cartoon. "After my ... um ... anyway, after my mishap at school I decided to make a change in my career," he explained. "You know, with some of my knowledge, and notwithstanding a lot from books and practical lessons, I managed to open a recording studio. Now I make music! "
Harry, Ron and Hermione were silent for a few seconds, noting once again, from head to foot, the former professor. Gilderoy Lockhart reminded of a whimsical, ready for anything to highlight his image, but almost did not believe what they had before.
"In less than a year I have produced two albums," said Lockhart, full of joy. Then he lowered his voice, as if to confess something exceptional. "And in a few months will produce a third, which will be the fifth in the discography of The Weird Sisters, no less!"
"Superb" said Ron dish. "Ruin them too, I suppose."
Lockhart laughed sardonically, but did not respond to provocation. He continued talking with the feature, explaining some of his ideas in the long term, with the intention of landing new talent in music, a project in the magical world had always struggled to take off.
"My dear boys, now I must go. In twenty minutes I had an appointment with the Rock n 'Magic Studio.
"We must go ourselves," said Hermione, disappointed with the time. The meeting with Lockhart forced her to give up buying from Herbs & Magic Mushrooms. 'It was a pleasure to see you, professor. We wish you success. "
" so successful!" Said Harry and Ron almost in chorus.
"Thanks, guys! Good luck to you! "
" Cracks ! "Said Harry and Ron, this time in perfect sync.
The sky became darker and threatening when they met with Mrs. Weasley and her husband waiting for entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Dad, you'll never believe who we met today," Ron muttered in disgust and disbelief.
Merrily, Mr. Weasley said, "Hmm, let's see, shooting a guess: Gilderoy Lockhart version of Rock n 'Troll?
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