I, Hogwarts Second Week

"I have to get out of here right away."

Hogwarts fourth floor.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Lockhart paced back and forth with red eyes.

He's not one of those stupid little wizards who are clear-headed.

Although all his stories were plagiarized from others.

But as an adult wizard, he still knew the Killing Curse.

Especially the sudden death of Mr. Obo, who had just had a pleasant conversation with him and invited him to talk in front of the door, had a huge impact on him!

He was not a brave person to begin with.

After getting the stories about those old wizards who were ugly and had no commercial value at all, he didn't even have the courage to explore the places in the stories that were out of danger.

"Dumbledore just treats you as cannon fodder, I knew it from the beginning!"

Lockhart's office was dim. Just like his narcissistic character, the walls are covered with his photos and paintings.

Every oil painting is infused with his consciousness.

At this time, in the largest oil painting, a six-foot-tall self-portrait, Lockhart looked aloof with a greasy smile on his face, as if he already knew everything, "I didn't want you to take this from the beginning." Position."

"Look now!"

"Fart! You were obviously the first to agree!" Next to Lockhart's desk, there was a drawing board erected, an oil painting of Lockhart painting Lockhart, the two Lockharts shouted together.

"You guys almost fainted with excitement!" Lockhart in another photo also chimed in.

"It's all your fault. I was the calmest at that time!"

"Calm down? Telling the news to the entire Diagon Alley portrait painter is also called calm?"

"That's better than you. If you want to enter the Ministry of Magic, you still can't!"

"It's your fault, you idiot!"

"It's you, it's you, it's you!"

"Bounce. Bounce is invalid!"

The fierce argument made Gilderoy upset, "That's enough!" He roared angrily, clenching his fists tightly, "What we have to do now is to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible!"

With people dying under Dumbledore's nose, how could he have the courage to continue to stay.

"Escape from Hogwarts, and I can hide in the United States for a while." Suddenly Gilderoy's eyes lit up.

Then a forced smile appeared on his stiff face, "I can write a current affairs novel that exposes the darkness of Hogwarts and publish it in the United States!"

"I think American Wizards will really enjoy this new story!"

"The name - by the way, it's called "Hogwarts in the Dark, My Hard Days Against"."

For a moment, Gilderoy felt that his idea was like a smart roommate discovering smart women's clothing - he must be smart!

My first original story begins at Hogwarts!

The filth and darkness in the magic academy for a thousand and five hundred years, this - this will definitely become popular!

That is, his influence will no longer be limited to the United Kingdom, but to the entire North America, and he will become an internationally famous writer!

"Then what are you waiting for!" The huge portrait shouted, "Let's leave now, and go far away."

"Go to Hogsmeade, where there is a Floo network to Diagon Alley."

"Use the previous method, go to France first, and then go to the United States. By then, even if Dumbledore wants to cause trouble for us, it will be too late!"

Having said that, there was no time to think about why Dumbledore didn't go to Gilderoy, his professor, to wave his wand tonight.

All items in the room start to be packed automatically.

The wardrobe folds automatically, and the paintings and calligraphy float and shrink.

In the blink of an eye, the office became empty.

It's like no one has ever lived there.

Only the two huge suitcases placed in the center of the room proved that there had been traces of people in the room.

"Crack!"

Outside the window, a blue-white light illuminated the pouring rain.

Lockhart was startled by the sudden sound and subconsciously looked up.

"Ah~"

He stared in horror.

His face was full of fear, as if he had seen something terrible!

He seemed to see one face, not two faces!

The dimly lit window just illuminated a figure.

But it only flashed by, and the brief brilliance of the lightning illuminated the window, but in the blink of an eye, darkness came over, and the figure disappeared again.

"Huhu~"

Lockhart, who had a trickle of sweat on his temples, swallowed and walked stiffly to his suitcase.

He didn't have the courage to open the window and investigate.

He preferred to believe that it was just his illusion.

However, this only made him want to leave.

Opening the door, Lockhart seemed to be chased by a dementor. Lockhart's steps were extremely fast, and he almost skimmed the corridor in just a few steps.

Come to the spiral staircase.

".Is it all over?"

Suddenly a disembodied voice sounded in his ears.

As a wizard, Lockhart instinctively took out his wand.

"Who are you? I tell you, Dumbledore is in the castle, and if you dare to attack me-"

Before he finished speaking, a red light suddenly attacked from an unknown shadow.

"Bang!" The crisp sound was made when the wand dropped to the ground. The sound traveled so far, as if he was in a pipe.

"Don't raise your wand at the witch, sir."

There seemed to be some kind of dense air slowly wafting out from the darkness.

"Also, Dumbledore is not currently at Hogwarts. He is very busy explaining to the Ministry of Magic why one of their employees died."

The ethereal, even cold tone was like a sharp knife piercing Lockhart's heart.

He was breathing heavily and slumped against the suitcase.

"Don't kill me. I have money. I will give you all the manuscripts. I am Gilderoy Lockhart. You should have heard of me."

"I know you, Mr. Lockhart." Dots of blue appeared in the darkness through the mist, and an illusory figure gradually stared.

She walked lightly on the dark floor.

With every step she took, a dark moon appeared beneath her feet.

The dark moon, like a COB lamp, illuminated the figure.

"It begins with your despicable attack on a Bhutanese wizard, with your shameless plagiarism of his story, and with your complete betrayal of the spirit of Ravenclaw."

"Mr. Lockhart, I know you."

Being exposed to his darkest secret, Gilderoy stumbled and fell. He sat on the ground, looking up at the figure with horrified eyes.

There is no way anyone could know about the things he did!

Even St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is currently helpless against the magical damage caused by the permanent amnesia spell.

How did she know!

How did she know! ! !

"The heir of Ravenclaw has returned, Mr. Lockhart!" The figure walked over calmly.

He saw the four blue arms pointing towards him.

He - his body started to turn to stone! ! !

"Any enemy of the stars who betrays Ravenclaw will surely face his destined death!"

Thanks to Long Wo Lei 0309 for the reward!

Sorry for the late update today.