Hogwarts: Restore The Glory Of The Black Family

In Hunts County, Witch Street is one of the safest neighborhoods in the surrounding area. Late at night, a neglected residence at the end of the street is still lit.

After a busy day, Gilderoy Lockhart changed into his nightgown, combed his blond hair back, and admired himself in the mirror.

"Oh, the gift of Merlin, look who this is, the most famous writer in the wizarding world, the heartthrob in the hearts of witches, the greatest adventurer in the world, Gilderoy Lockhart, it's me."

"Look at this handsome face. If I were a woman, I would be obsessed with myself.~"

Lockhart admired it for a long time, then took out the perfume and lightly sprayed it a few times, smelling the fragrance in the air and feeling the beauty of life.

Today at the Diagon Alley bookstore, Lockhart has already negotiated a new book cooperation. I believe that this adventure story with the werewolf will definitely make him appear in the wizarding newspaper again.

Lockhart smiled softly and looked at himself in the mirror, thinking of his achievements over the years.

Those wizards who he cast the forgetting spell have long been forgotten by the wizards, and they don't even know that he stole their stories.

Lockhart is very confident in his talent in the Oblivion Curse, but he was still a little scared from the first time he did it.

By now he was already comfortable with it. If he hadn't been sure that he was not hypnotized, he would have thought that these adventures were his own experiences.

Thinking about the wizard he met not long ago, Lockhart secretly cursed him as a fool. Under the influence of his few words, he could say everything.

It all depends on his overwhelming affinity.

"Squeak."

There was a sudden movement outside the door. Lockhart quickly took out his wand and walked carefully towards the door.

Before Lockhart could reach the door, he suddenly felt a breeze. He looked towards the window and saw that the closed window had already been opened.

"who is it?"

Lockhart saw a black figure. Before he could take the next step, his vision went dark and he lost all feeling.

In Knockturn Alley, Cole walked all the way to the underground of Knockturn Alley. He didn't know how long he walked before he came to a dark basement.

"Owner."

Everyone I saw along the way were members of the Black family, and the underground lair in Knockturn Alley had been transformed into something impregnable.

In addition to his official role as a sentry, Cole also recruited many werewolf wizards.

Because of their own special characteristics, werewolf wizards are discriminated against by other wizards and cannot find serious jobs. Wandering is their daily life.

Ever since Cole had the wolfsbane potion in his hands, he began to slowly recruit werewolves, who would always use it in the future.

Standing at the door of the basement, Cole could hear the wailing inside.

"Ah ah ah, please, don't hit me anymore."

The sound of the whip surprised Cole. He asked Lockhart to be summoned, but he didn't ask them to torture him. What's more, the wizard didn't use the Cruciatus Curse but actually used Muggle torture tools?

Gently opening the door, Cole stood in the shadows and saw a blond man tied to a stake. There were many things that could only be seen in the Middle Ages hanging on the walls.

Cole was very interested in these instruments of torture.

Lockhart's lips turned white and he tremblingly looked at the scarred wizard on the opposite face. He swore that he had never seen this wizard before and had never offended him.

The whip made of cowhide had already beaten the naked Lockhart, leaving scars all over his body.

Lockhart, who had never been injured before, had tears and nose running down from the pain.

"Please, let me go. I have gold galleons and I can give them all to you."

The scar-faced wizard's ferocious face nearly frightened him to death.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

Lockhart has a question mark on his face? Are you serious? It was you who tied me here, don't you know?

"I am Gilderoy Lockhart, my lord, you must have the wrong person."

Just as Lockhart finished speaking, the scar-faced wizard whipped him again, causing Lockhart's legs to tremble and he shouted.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

"My real name is Gilderoy Lockhart. What do you want?"

Lockhart is about to collapse. He suspects that a dark wizard kidnapped him for evil black magic experiments and tortured him like this.

Obviously his beautiful life has just begun, and the golden galleons and fame are coming soon.

Lockhart was already in a trance, and the weak candlelight became dazzling in his eyes.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, my father named me.

"Why didn't you say your name was Merlin?"

What? Merlin, Lockhart tried his best to raise his head, trying to see clearly the person who tormented him, but he had no strength and could only lower his head.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

Hearing the devil's whisper again, Lockhart weakly replied, "My name is Merlin.

Another whip came down, and Lockhart perked up.

"Didn't you say your name was Gilderoy Lockhart? Are you trying to lie to me again?"

"I said I am Gilderoy Lockhart, you believe me, you believe me, woo woo woo."

Lockhart shouted at the top of his lungs, then began to cry.

If there is no such bully, you might as well kill me with the Unforgivable Curse.

Lockhart, who has a weak personality, has never wanted to die that much. He really doesn't want to be beaten.

……………………Please give me flowers……

Cole was laughing to death next to him. Why didn't he know that he still had such a talent under his command? His interrogation method was so unique.

, Lockhart was on the verge of collapse.

Originally, he planned to directly control Lockhart with a Imperius Curse, but looking at his expression, it was obvious that Lockhart was not a steadfast wizard.

"Okay, stop and give him treatment."

Cole emerged from the darkness and asked the Scarface wizard to treat Lockhart.

Watching Lockhart being roughly given a potion and casting a healing spell, he gradually regained his vitality.

"You are Black, this is kidnapping, this is harm, you will go to Azkaban.

Lockhart shouted aggrievedly and excitedly, no one could understand his mood now.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, you're a liar. I don't think anyone knows your true identity now. Your father's adventure stories were stolen from other wizards. You don't want to lose your reputation."

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Lockhart regained his senses and looked at Cole in horror, "How do you know that? What are you doing?"

Cole was too lazy to talk nonsense. It happened that Lockhart was being tortured and was restless, so he hit Lockhart with a Imperius Curse.

Lockhart's face suddenly became happy, and there was a voice in his mind, telling him to obey the man in front of him.

Only those with a firm mind can resist the soul-stealing curse. At the same time, people who have been cursed too much will also become resistant.

But obviously, Lockhart is not in this category, and Cole's curse is not something he can resist.

"Lockhart, do you want me to experience this again?"

The sound woke up Lockhart, who fell to his knees and looked at Cole with a loyal look on his face.

"My master, Luhart obeys your orders."

In the basement full of torture instruments, they were the only two people except the Scarface Wizard. Lockhart looked at Cole respectfully.

"Lockhart, from today on, you are the real protagonist of those adventure stories. Now there is one thing for you to do. Hogwarts will invite you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You agree."

"You will know my orders later."

Lockhart knelt and walked under Cole's robe, his face feverish.

"As you command, my master."

"Don't let anyone know what happened today. You just slept at home."

The scars on Lockhart's body and face gradually disappeared under the influence of the potion, making them invisible to anyone.

But Cole knew. What kind of shadow will today's events leave on Lockhart's heart? .