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Chapter 151 The Unlucky Gilderoy Lockhart

"Did he see it?"

"I think he probably doesn't know."

"But I feel his subconscious wariness against you."

"That's because I'm not you, Albus."

"Dumbledore" spread his hands, looking helplessly at the old man walking out of the door.

"He is so familiar with you, I think it may take some time to pretend to be you."

"Don't worry, Gellert, it won't take long."

Dumbledore came over, took a piece of lemon sherbet and put it in his mouth.

"At best, I can speculate on that possibility for a few months."

"Magic is just too wonderful and too vast."

"However, there are so many things that bother me. It is impossible for me to devote all my energy to studying magic."

"Even though, I really want to do it."

Then he conveniently put a piece of cockroach into his mouth, and Dumbledore's voice sounded indistinct.

"Very well said, if you haven't been stuffing candy in your mouth, I think..."

"I'm going to believe it even more."

Gellert Grindelwald twitched the corner of his mouth, then walked towards the table, stretched out a hand, and put a licorice wand in his mouth in front of Dumbledore.

The two old people are like a child now.

You scramble for each other, they are just like a pair of happy friends.

Not to mention that two old men who are very famous in the magic world are grabbing candies.

Harry on the other side was being teleported by Fox, and as soon as he stood firm, he realized that he was not surrounded by the clothes in the dormitory.

Instead, it is a bit like an auditorium at night.

"You came just in time, Harry!"

"This is your sleeping bag, go find a place to sleep by yourself."

"Remember, don't run around tonight."

When Harry had just teleported and he was still a little dazed, Professor McGonagall put the things in his hand.

He still didn't realize what happened to Hogwarts until he was led by several familiar friends to a small corner in a daze.

Sleep in the auditorium on the first night of school.

Is it that exciting?
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When Hogwarts was surrounded by the "fear" of Sirius Black's appearance, Tom Gaunt on the other side of the ocean was already making final preparations.

"Gideroy Lockhart?!"

"Very cleverly, we met again."

In a safe house, Tom Gaunt looked at Lockhart with three wands behind him with a smile on his face.

Lockhart showed his trademark smile, white teeth, bright eyes.

If other factors are ignored, others may think that this is Lockhart's extraordinary book club.

But what to consider now is the three wands behind him and the three big men in white robes with expressionless faces.

"I don't quite remember seeing you, sir."

"I think maybe you have identified the wrong person, or someone else has deceived you by pretending to be me."

It wasn't that Lockhart hadn't fought back when he was brought to the safe house.

It's just that he was just about to fight back when he was knocked down to the ground by the curse from behind.

This is evident from the dirty, dusty suit of clothes beneath his natural, handsome expression.

It has to be said that Lockhart was unlucky.

And he himself thought so.

Arriving here on a Muggle boat, he enjoyed the scenery of different places along the way. He just got off the boat and found a place to stay when he was approached by several big men.

Faced with this situation, who can he turn to for reasoning?
If he had known earlier, he would not have come to this foreign country at the invitation of his friends.

Even though there are many wizards in England who know everything about him, they haven't reached the point where they want to beat him up before arresting him.

Thinking of this, Lockhart was also a little puzzled. He remembered that he hadn't caused any trouble on this land of Germany?
How could it be that he was beaten as soon as he got off the boat?
"You really don't know me? Professor Lockhart!"

The voice in front of him came, and Lockhart knew in his heart that his life was in the hands of the man in front of him.

It's just that when he looked at the man's appearance, he was at a loss.

If he wasn't afraid of death, he might say something to the man in front of him.

Who the fuck are you?

Fortunately, there was nothing disrespectful when he spoke to the man in front of him.

Otherwise, he will definitely regret the conversation today.

The man in front of him had a handsome face, his face seemed to have gone through many vicissitudes, especially his eyes.

There is a unique taste in it, which can make people addicted to it unconsciously.

He has a very special temperament and looks very good-looking, even Lockhart thinks so in his heart.

But the crux of the problem is that he really doesn't know this man of his own age.

He hadn't seen him in Hogwarts, nor had he met him in England, so what was going on?
When Lockhart was full of doubts.

Looking at the blank expression on his face, Tom seemed to have remembered something, and took out his wand.

Suddenly, the bewildered expression disappeared from Lockhart's face, and even his smile stiffened a lot.

It seems that he didn't expect that the person in front of him would pull out his wand without saying a word.

At the moment, he immediately changed his tone.

"I remember, I remember, I've seen you."

"Oh, really?"

Seeing that Lockhart's expression changed so quickly, Tom, who was pointing his wand at him, was not in a hurry to continue using the spell to remove the magic cast on his face.

He looked at Lockhart playfully, with a playful look deep in his eyes.

Tom suddenly wanted to have a good chat with the former Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him.

Especially the scene in front of me is quite interesting.

"Yes, yes, I already remembered where I saw you."

"Then tell me, where did you meet me?"

Taking the wand away from his face, he held the wand in both hands, and stared at the pattern on the wand carefully.

The wand in front of him was like a rare treasure, and Tom couldn't bear to look away.

When Lockhart heard Tom's reply, his expression turned ugly.

If only I knew where I met you?

Can I not say it?
I already said it, okay?

But if I tell you that I don't know you, I'm afraid you will kill me on the spot.

Lockhart's eyes flicked subtly over the wand Tom was holding.

He carefully considered the possibility of making a sudden attack and taking away the wand from the person in front of him.

However, when his body touched the three magic wands behind him, this dangerous idea was successfully suppressed by himself in his mind.

I'm afraid that as soon as he made a move, the three killing curses had already hit him.

Twirling unnaturally, Lockhart looked up and saw the mockery in Tom's eyes.

(End of this chapter)