Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Lockhart's Death

Lockhart is not a nice guy.

It can be seen from the fact that he used the "Forgetting Curse" to shamelessly take away the achievements of others.

But he is by no means a villain.

Because once a real villain makes a move, it is absolutely impossible to just cast the "Forgetting Curse".

Bad and stupid.

He should have been like this.
In other words, before meeting Klein, before losing face at the magic summit and falling into madness.Gilderoy Lockhart is such a speculator who is a little clever, a little lucky, who dares to do bad things, but dares not be absolute.

But now.

Lockhart, who felt that he had lost everything, had already lost that face full of fake smiles.

The look in those eyes is no longer narcissism, but resentment and viciousness.

The goofy husky has managed to turn into a mentally unstable wolf.

"Why don't you come, when will I have to wait?"

Nestled in his apartment, Gilderoy Lockhart frantically waited for the owl on the sofa.

It stands to reason that if the plan is successful, this matter will definitely be reported in the "Daily Prophet".

Of course, if the plan is successful, he will also gain a fresh dough
"Whoo~"

Breathing out the turbid air in his chest for a long time, Gilderoy Lockhart decided not to wait in his own home.

He suddenly wanted to go out for a stroll and feel the fresh air he hadn't seen for a long time.

Just go.

Gilderoy Lockhart grabbed his fairly clean coat and casually put it on his oily and dusty shirt.

He hadn't shaved, let alone washed, and his hair was a mess.

But he didn't care.

Because of his slovenliness, no one could recognize him.

The night air didn't seem very cold, but it was humid.

Gilderoy Lockhart regretted coming out in his coat, the damp sticking his shirt to his body.

Walking out of the apartment, he glanced back, the building was still brightly lit.

He lived in an expensive apartment building - and while many wizards would be uncomfortable huddling with Muggles, for him, ordinary people without magic were just what he wanted Neighbor.

"Ha ha."

Guidero smiled.

Walking the streets, he walked forward aimlessly.

When many people saw him, they only regarded him as a homeless tramp, and they didn't want to pay attention to him even for a second.

He looked at the hurried pedestrians, those carrying bags and suitcases, each of them was in a suit and leather shoes, with an extraordinary bearing.

As much as he liked to collect Aldengar Old Fire, the Muggles displayed their taste in ties and shoes.

There is something indescribably ridiculous and funny.

Do these things really make sense?

Gilderoy Lockhart thought to himself.

Ever since he lost everything at the Magic Summit, all he could do was keep thinking about it.

However, he has no answer, and no one will come out to give him an answer.

Gerald Lockhart had no choice but to move on.

As he walked farther and farther away, he gradually moved away from the high-end community and came to the old city where there are few people.

The deserted park under the starry night reveals a sense of dilapidation and desolation everywhere.

When Gilderoy Lockhart saw it, he didn't want to leave anymore.

He felt that tonight he belonged here.

Finding a bench to sit down, Gilderoy Lockhart remained silent, breathing in the fresh air in the deserted park.

Of course, it's not just the air, there are other things that are crazily drilling into his nasal cavity.

Such as the smell of garbage, such as the dust in the air, and the smell of real homeless roasted rats.
Seems like you forgot something?
Gildero covered his head in a daze.

By the way, he doesn't seem to have had dinner yet!

Even people who are muddled are always pulled back to reality by the most basic physiological needs.

The famous Gilderoy Lockhart was actually hungry after smelling the smell of roasted dead rats!

Are you going back?

still?

A bold idea rose in Gilderoy Lockhart's mind, an idea that he would never have thought of before.

He patted the wand in his trouser pocket, and he felt relieved.

Even if he is a wizard who has failed to the extreme, isn't it easy to deal with a few Muggles who are helpless?
As for whether the Ministry of Magic will come to him for this?
That was out of his consideration at all.

Since his reputation was discredited, the Ministry of Magic has been unable to take action because of Sauron's affairs. When the situation stabilizes, he doesn't think that the Ministry of Magic will let him go. That little bit of rotten rice can't be hidden for long.

When he gets the skin of "Klein Grindelwald" he has been longing for, he will flee far away.

The lives of a few Muggles should be regarded as extra.

Standing up, Gilderoy Lockhart sneered.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

The idea of ​​"killing Muggle homeless people by magic and taking their dead rats" seemed to be etched in his mind, becoming an instinct.

An invisible hand tied silk threads all over his body.

From wanting to come out for a walk, to pulling out his wand and pointing it at innocent Muggles.

It was as if someone was controlling everything.

"Hey, good evening, and then, goodbye."

Gilderoy Lockhart knew it well, he didn't think his magic could be resisted by just a few Muggles.

So when he pronounced the fate of those tramps with a smirk, he had already imagined what would happen next: Muggles would be hit by his "Forgetting Curse", and they would lose their minds for a while, and at this moment , his "Flame Curse" will devour them.

This is a perfect shot!

But what happened next was far beyond Gildero's expectations.

Before his magic could even shoot out from the tip of his wand, a few homeless men warming by the fire suddenly showed their "black tubes" under their baggy clothes.

That is
Vintage short shotgun.

"What would you give me, Grindelwald, if I was going to kill someone silently?"

"A suppressed pistol, that's the favorite weapon of Muggles."

gun.

Sometimes works better than a wand.

Guns are better than wands, at least for now.

"boom!"

A few old-fashioned shotguns spat out dazzling tongues of flame, instantly smashing Gilderoy Lockhart's body.

The confusion in his eyes dissipated, and he regained a brief clarity.

But it was too late.

At the same time as the blurred color dissipated, Gilderoy Lockhart's vitality also disappeared.

"Snapped."

The body fell to the ground, and Gilderoy Lockhart stared blankly at the gray sky.

"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"

The old-fashioned clock tells the time very accurately, exactly twelve strokes.

Klein put down his wand expressionlessly, turned and looked out the window.

A lion doesn't become a real sheep by being disguised for too long.Any existence that dares to threaten his life must disappear from this world.

This is the iron rule, if you touch it, you will die.

Gilderoy Lockhart picked the wrong opponent.

(End of this chapter)