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Now, how many autographs would you like. I can do joined-up writing now, you know. Er - we dont want any at the moment, thanks, said Ron, raising his eyebrows at Harry, who asked, Professor, should you be wandering around the corridors. Shouldnt you be in a ward. The smile faded slowly from Lockharts face. For a few moments he gazed intently at Harry, then he said, Havent we met. Er. yeah, we have, said Harry. You used to teach us at Hogwarts, remember. Teach. repeated Lockhart, looking faintly unsettled. Did I. And then the smile reappeared upon his face so suddenly it was rather alarming. Taught you everything you know, I expect, did I. Well, how about those autographs, then. Shall we say a round dozen, you can give them to all your little friends then and nobody will be left out. But just then a head poked out of a door at read article far end of the corridor and a voice said, Gilderoy, you naughty boy, where have you wandered off to. 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