Hogwarts' new house

Wintervale Castle, upstairs study.

Guzhen looked in surprise at the disheveled wizard in front of him—Gilderoy Lockhart, the coquettish smiling writer.

"Why are you running?" Gu Zhen asked with a smile.

This guy was initially panicked when he received the letter from Ancient Town, but Lupine was taken away by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in front of him. Lockhart was even more convinced that the dark wizard must have known about him.

It was even suspected that one of the victims had accidentally regained his memory and bribed the dark wizard to take revenge on him.

Without thinking, Lockhart dove into the deep mountains and forests.

When Lupine pulled him out, he looked like this, and he didn't know what happened in the deep forest.

"I don't know who invited you, but I can pay double... no, ten times the price. Please don't kill me..." Lockhart begged in a low voice.

He didn't dare to speak loudly. There was a group of reporters outside the castle who were visiting and conducting interviews. He couldn't figure out what those reporters were doing by interviewing oil paintings and toads that were many years old. There were even three reporters cornering a house elf.

However, the dark wizard who dares to be exposed to the public must be a top dark wizard.

Real dark wizards are not scum hiding in mouse holes and murdering people for fun. They must have a bright appearance and noble status, and maybe they are famous good people.

If you add a young or frail appearance, it will be even more confusing.

The more Lockhart looked at the ancient town, the more frightened he became.

Gu Zhen was delighted: "Why should I kill you? Will anyone give you money?"

Sure enough, someone paid money to buy my life, and the people who cast the forgetting curse on me were ordinary wizards, even low-level wizards! Who can afford this money?

Could it be a legendary favor or promise?

Wizards attach great importance to promises, and promises can even be passed down in the bloodline, and future generations must fulfill them. Could it be that those people have the promise of the ancestor of the little wizard in front of me?

Then am I really dead... Wait, Lockhart's eyes widened: "You won't kill me?"

Gu Zhen shook his head: "I came here to ask you to write a book for Donggu!"

"It must be a big hit and a big hit!"

Lockhart was startled. I'm good at writing books, but someone has to tell me stories! How to write winter valley? Do you write scene prose?

Gu Zhen knew what he was thinking, shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't care what you write, but I won't allow you to fight and shine in Winter Valley!"

If he writes about fighting a dragon in Winter Valley, Guzhen has no doubt that Lockhart can write a wonderful story. But in the future, Lockhart's case was exposed, and Winter Valley became a liar. This kind of thing must never be allowed to exist.

The purpose of writing a book is to make Donggu famous, not to gain notoriety.

Lockhart frowned in thought.

Sheepskin Contract ran into the study room as if running away, trembling and looking outside in horror.

A group of reporters wandered the corridor like ghosts. Parchment looked at them fearfully, who are these people? He actually asked if a piece of parchment was female, and if someone who was poked and poked with a quill every day could get pregnant - was pregnancy a small contract?

"Big red and big purple... big red and big purple..." Lockhart murmured next to him, suddenly looking up at the ancient town: "Are you going to promote Winter Valley? I want you to guarantee that I am absolutely safe!"

"Okay!" Guzhen said: "The three most powerful house elves are at your service at any time! But, what are you going to do?" Guzhen extremely distrusted this guy.

"Follow me!" Lockhart straightened up, exuding strong confidence. He walked out with elegant and vigorous steps, and the rags on his body were thrown out of his clothes, giving the feeling of a top-notch wizard's robe.

When he walked all the way to the lobby on the first floor, he was already surrounded by reporters, especially the paparazzi who had been detained in the castle earlier. They all swooped on him like flies that smelled rotten eggs.

The spotlight clicked to take pictures.

"Mr. Lockhart, why are you in such a mess? Did the heir of Winter Valley torture you in captivity?"

Paparazzi have full experience in interviewing celebrities, and their points must be true and concise!

The topic of the Wintervale heir sleeping on the Golden Mountain and attacking a famous writer sounds appealing. Just like in the previous life, if Ma Ali beat Tsai Basketball, it would be sensational news.

Lockhart raised a finger and waved: "No, no, no!"

"Although I feel the powerful magic power of the master of Winter Valley and can't help but want to have a gorgeous wizard duel with him, we have no personal grudges. Such a duel is meaningless - everyone! Just now I found the owner of Winter Valley, and the owner of Winter Valley has agreed to my bold decision!"

He smiled charmingly and pointed in the direction of the forest outside the castle with his index finger.

"What a charming forest, with so many intoxicating swamps. Look at the hovering dragons and roaring wolves - is there any place more suitable for adventure than here?"

"I have taught snowmen how to barbecue in Tibet, and I have elegantly argued with vampires in the sea. I have roared at the moon like a werewolf, and I have howled like a troll, but I have never explored such a powerful feeling. A magical place where people are intoxicated, especially--like Muggles!"

"I thought there was no place in the world worthy of my adventure, until the opening of Winter Valley! I was deeply fascinated by her after just one glance, and I decided that I would have a great adventure in Winter Valley. A fantasy journey - as a Muggle!

I will seal the magic, block the memory, make myself like a Muggle, unable to use any magic, or even unable to distinguish between goblins and banshees, and then dive into this fantasy forest. Go on a great and dangerous adventure! "

There was a gasp, magic was sealed, and magical memories were blocked. Wasn't that a Muggle? Even worse than Muggles! That would be a poor guy who has lost his identity as a wizard but has no Muggle skills!

As expected of the great Lockhart, only he dares to do this!

"Kakakaka" The flash was used for free, but Lockhart, who was dressed in cloth and disheveled hair, was shining with infinite light.

Lockhart smiled slightly: "I will tell Wizard Weekly what I see, hear, and experience, and the joys and dangers I have experienced every week or even every day. I want you to see the stories that have been passed down for thousands of years. The magic and charm of Wintervale, let you see how a Muggle struggles to survive in the fantasy forest!"

"If - if I die in it, my fans, please don't be sad or sad, let alone look for my body. Please let me rot in this world, with this forest, this mountain, this swamp and... The desert merges into one!”

"This is where an adventurer should end up!"

After Lockhart finished his speech, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he could smell the adventure of Winter Valley in the castle. He shook his head intoxicated, bowed slightly to the reporters and performed a standard noble wizard salute, and then walked out of the castle and towards the forest without looking back.

There is no turning back.

When his figure was about to disappear, the castle burst into endless applause.

Guzhen stared at the righteous Lockhart with his mouth open, and said a word like Cui Hua, which was stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out.

Do you want it to be so fresh and refined?

It's like you have magic that can seal it! Also blocks the memory - dear, how many magical creatures do you know? Do you believe that you can't walk five hundred meters in the secluded forest even if you use your full brain?

Guzhen looked at the three house elves around him - why not arrange bodyguards for him?