Harry Potter's Coolest Aunt

That is our new teacher?

Don't be a silent reader

Once everyone got their money they headed back outside on the marble steps, and they all separated. Percy muttered vaguely about needing a new quill. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a secondhand robe
shop. Mr Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers and Shiva off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink. Shiva refused and went with percy to explore the street

„We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your school books," said Percy, „And not one step down Knockturn Alley!"she shouted at the twins' retreating backs. Harry, Aishi, Ron, Krishna and Hermione strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag
of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in Harry's pocket was clamouring to be spent, so he bought three large strawberry - and- peanut-butter ice creams one buttermilk ice cream and one chocolate surprise ice cream. which they slurped happily, (Krishna tried to steal Aishi ice cream after he ate his) as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows. Ron gazed longingly at a full set of Chudley Cannon robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door.

In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke
Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, Harry swore that he saw Krishna buy a whole bunch of prank stuff, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they
found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power. „A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers," Ron read aloud off the
back cover. „That sounds fascinating..."

„Go away," Percy snapped.
„Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out... he wants to be Minister of Magic..." Ron told them in an undertone as they left
Percy to it. An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to
their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:

GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his
autobiography MAGICAL ME today from 12.30-4.30

„We can meet him!" Hermione squealed. „I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"
The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, „Calmly, please, ladies... Don't push, there... mind the books, now..."
Harry, Ron, Aishi, Krishna, and Hermione squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Percy Jackson and Shiva.

Percy almost shoved to the ground but Krishna caught her. " Fall for me already?" He teased "In your dreams" she said standing up "You do in those dreams, lotus....OW!!" He hops on one leg as Harry walks away smirking.

„Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. „We'll be able to see him in a minute..."
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. Shive had to put on sunglasses to cover his eyes from the shine.

The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy
hair. A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.
„Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. „This is for the Daily Prophet-"