Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 265 Cursed Lockhart

It's hard to have a plan in life, but I did it.

I was able to go from an "ordinary" wizard to today, and achieve achievements far beyond ordinary people, relying on planning.

I remember someone asking me: "Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, what did you rely on to get your status and honor today?"

I hid the answer and told him: "On my own."

Yes, everything I have obtained now, except relying on super planning ability, the rest is hard work.

As for my shady methods...

The guilt in my heart is just because I suppressed those people with great strength, which really made me feel pity for those people.

I'm still too kind.

But I haven't been having a good time lately.

In other words, there is a little problem with life planning.

When I received Dumbledore's invitation, I was very surprised, followed by hesitation.

To go or not to go is a difficult choice for me.

Not to worry about what to teach those children.

In my opinion, the contents of my books are enough to benefit those children for life.

The main reason for my hesitation is still what I can get out of this job.

Incomparable glory?

The status that everyone looks up to?
Or, a great adventure story?
In short, I never make choices blindly.

After hesitating again and again, I took a fancy to the golden sign of Hogwarts.

Perhaps, going to Hogwarts to be inlaid with gold will be a happy journey.

Of course, in my heart, this is the glory of Hogwarts.

Without me, even if it has a history of thousands of years and thousands of outstanding people, what can it do?
With this in mind, I, Gilderoy Lockhart, came to Hogwarts.

I had a great holiday for it, everyone was congratulating me, and countless fans wrote me in, calling it:

Best decision for Hogwarts.

The content about me in the newspaper is endless.

I had to frame those things for posterity to see.

However, the days after entering Hogwarts were not as happy as imagined:
Harry is an unlucky guy with no brains. He just wanders off every day.

Draco is an impolite noble dude who dared to laugh at me in public.

Even more hateful is the know-it-all lady.

Damn, she asked me what I was teaching, didn't she even read my book?

Fortunately, there is Ginny, who is a smart, sweet, and intelligent child.

She appreciates me, and it is said that she is influenced by her mother.

This doesn't surprise me, my handsome appearance always brings me troubles that I can't get rid of.

But when I really got to know her mother, I don't think there will be any common topics between us - God, she has given birth to seven children, I think it's better for us not to meet.

But Ginny also left me very quickly. I think it's all the tricks of Know-it-all, because Ginny followed her in the later period.

In addition to Ginny, I lost many other loyal students because people thought my courses were not good enough.

Today's kids are too far-sighted.

In fact, as long as they read the books I wrote carefully in class, they can learn enough great skills.

It's a pity that they are too impetuous, and many of them have become trolls who can only wave wands.

It is said that this is the fault of my predecessor.

What is the courage to take action and combat skills to win.

Shit, don't know anything.

The children are no longer nourished by books, and I think it's time for me to leave.

Perhaps, this is the so-called curse of the Dark Lord.

But what the hell, the holidays are coming and I'm leaving too.

I hope that in the future life, I will never have any intersection with these damned brats.

After writing this, Lockhart put down the quill contentedly, and then looked at his wardrobe.

"Crash~"

The closet automatically pops open, revealing the colorful clothes inside.

I was in a bad mood, but immediately became happy.

Lockhart stood up, went to the closet, and ran his fingers over each piece of clothing:
Forget-me-not blue, lavender lavender, turquoise, fuchsia, blood red pink...

Lockhart ended up picking out an emerald green robe from it because he thought it would bring him good luck.

"Luck always happens, Lockhart."

He said this to himself, and then turned to walk out of the office.

Although he already disliked teaching those children very much, he decided to stick to it until the end of this school year.

There are many reasons, but the main one is reputation.

In any case, Lockhart would not allow his life to be flawed.

"I wasted a year. If I used this time to find the story, my life must be more honorable."

Thinking this way, he walked down the stairs to go down to the second floor and go to the Dark Lord's classroom.

And just as his feet took the first step down the stairs, his mind suddenly became dizzy.

His feet were weak and he almost fell, but fortunately a senior student next to him helped him.

"Professor, are you okay?"

The student asked, but Lockhart pushed him away very rudely.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of the student, Lockhart turned his head and walked upstairs.

"Damn it, I wasted a whole year here."

"Lockhart has to be made up and I have to find a better story."

"Dumbledore, yes, he must have a good enough story, I just need to sneak him a spell."

Lockhart was thinking as he strode towards the headmaster's office.

But when he reached the seventh floor, the only reason left in his mind suddenly woke him up.

"Dumbledore is too powerful, I should change my choice."

"Yes, I was a little impulsive just now."

Thinking this way, he turned around and walked back, but after walking a few steps, his head became dizzy again.

"He is already old. How could someone over 100 years old beat a young and strong wizard like me?"

"What's more, I'm so powerful, giant monster, female ghost, XZ snowman, which one can't be solved by me?"

Thinking of this, Lockhart turned around again, pulled out his wand and walked towards the eighth floor.

If Voldemort saw this, he could be [-]% sure that it wasn't just the power of the curse.

The curse may make people temporarily lose their minds, but it will not make people do things far beyond self-knowledge.

Just like Quirrell last year, although he was cursed several times, he was doing what he could.

Challenge Dumbledore?

Don't make trouble, even Voldemort has no such idea.

But Mr. Lockhart is different. In his perception, he is great and powerful enough.

This kind of self-brainwashing has penetrated into his bones.

Reason overcame the curse for a moment when he decided to give Dumbledore a shot.

But Lockhart, with a strong heart, quickly used his ambition to overcome this timidity.

It has to be said that some people are born with courage.

And there are some people whose courage is obtained by self-hypnosis.

Lockhart clearly falls into the latter category.

(End of this chapter)