curse the world at hogwarts

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

There was a knock on the door in a countryside in west Kent, near London.

"Sorry! Sorry..."

There was a flurry of noise in the house, and a loud voice gradually approached the door.

"Although I understand your love for me..."

"But my dear darlings, excessive enthusiasm is playing with fire~"

"And disturbing a wizard with an outstanding record of success in the middle of the night will probably affect you..."

As soon as the door opened, a head with messy golden curly hair was revealed. The man below with shining teeth was stunned and suddenly exclaimed.

"Rhine Lyle? My dear Merlin... No! My dear junior!"

The man opened the door wide and opened his arms to the young man outside the door, regardless of the inappropriate forget-me-not colored nightgown he was wearing.

Rhine quickly dodged with the instinctive reaction he had developed in those years. As a result, Hannibal was hugged by the opponent with a speechless expression.

"You are still so cold..." Gilderoy Lockhart said jokingly, "I thought that many years in prison would make you crave human warmth even more."

Rhine waved his hand: "What I need is just warmth, not heartburn."

Lockhart shook his head helplessly, invited the two of them into the room, and asked Rhine particularly enthusiastically.

"Why do you want to visit me?"

"You know my illustrious reputation and you want me to tell you your story?"

"I would like to state that I may perform some minor artistic processing as compensation for ghostwriting."

Rhine looked at Lockhart's exaggerated performance with a smile and felt that his choice seemed quite right.

Gilderoy Rohart is a well-known travel writer in the magical world. He is also famous for encountering various enemies during his travels and solving them with wit and courage.

Of course, he wrote all of this in his autobiographies, for which he also won the Order of Merlin.

The only problem is that as a person who is about to graduate but was beaten to the point of running away by a third-year student named Lai, his true magic combat level can only be described in one word - scum.

Those stories?Almost all come from plagiarism.

Lockhart is really proficient in playing it, and may have been infinitely close to the master-level magic called forgetfulness, which also makes it difficult for the real owner of those stories to get away with it.

"I need you to be a witness..." Rhine said, "you know, an unbreakable oath."

"Hiss—!" Lockhart gasped.

The magic Rhine mentioned is not particularly complex in itself, but it is rarely seen in the magic world because of its rarity.

Because it represents an almost unlimited amount of trust, which is difficult to achieve between people. Even if it exists, it is absolutely private and difficult for others to detect.

Rhine ignored his surprise and continued: "In return, you can write this story material into any book you want... as long as it doesn't fall on me."

Lockhart is a scumbag, but he is unusually persistent in writing.

Actually, it would have been safer for him to just make it up and not take the huge risk of plagiarizing other people's stories, but Lockhart didn't think so.

Everything in the magical world needs to be felt with your heart.

Just like when Mrs. Figg later testified for Harry and used very superficial terms to describe the dementors, the trial court found it difficult to accept her testimony.

But when she began to describe her feelings when she came into contact with the dementors, the wizards present changed their minds.

Lockhart hoped to extract the truest impact of magic. In addition to stealing second-hand feelings from others, what Rhine gave him was personal experience.

"Deal!" Lockhart cheered.

But Rhine continued to add more value: "In addition to this, I can also give you an experience - the Red Bold Loyalty Curse."

"You want me to swear never to reveal it?" Lockhart was not an idiot and understood immediately.

Rhine smiled and spread his hands: "Isn't this also to keep secrets for me?"

Even though Lockhart is prospering now, he will enter Hogwarts in at least half a year to take over Quirrell's position.

That was doing things under Dumbledore's nose. Lockhart's poor magic skills might have been exposed to Dumbledore's mindfulness.

Furthermore, with this added bonus, Lockhart didn't need to worry about Rhine exposing his lie, and he would forget all about it with his backhand, forcing Rhine to kill him with his backhand.

Rhine also had his own frustrations when choosing Lockhart.

He was not a popular figure back then, and he had been away from the magic world for five full years. It was too difficult to find a suitable and trustworthy tool man.

While flipping through the little book of friendship in his heart, he discovered that almost all of his current social circle were Dumbledore's followers...

After thinking about it, his eyes fell on the old senior.

As long as he hides it from Dumbledore for a year, Lockhart will be ridiculed by his forgetfulness, and will be admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic to start a retirement life, and will never be able to reveal the peace between Rhine and Hannibal.

It makes sense to use waste in advance and gather a few handfuls of wool on him.

Lockhart thought carefully for a while and felt that this matter would be of no harm to him.

Especially the memory of being chased and beaten by Rhine, he did not think that it was a good choice for him to refuse the Loyalty Spell and instead try to erase the other person's memory.

The result of doing what one likes is that the host and guest enjoy themselves.

Rhine spent nearly two hours ensuring that Lockhart would not make any casting errors.

His fancy wand began to glow with red sparks, pointing at the joined palms of Rhine and Hannibal.

"Hannibal Lecter, while you serve me, will you fulfill all of my wishes that will not affect you or those you care about?"

Hannibal was stunned and smiled: "I do."

"Are you willing to avoid all the people and lives I care about and not cause any direct or indirect harm to them?"

"I am willing."

"Are you willing to put down your greed and obsession from now on, and stop doing anything detrimental to the lives of any Muggles?"

"I...will."

This was the bottom line for Rhine to establish a relationship with Lockhart and provide him with help before coming to him.

Although Hannibal was a hundred times dissatisfied, life was the foundation of survival, not a perverted mentality.

Rhine prides himself on not being a good person, but it is acceptable to cooperate with a person who has committed serious crimes in the past, but to cooperate with a person who is still committing crimes... He is afraid of losing his life.

As the two of them talked, thin red flames erupted from the tip of Lockhart's wand, entwining their palms together.

After the spell was cast, Lockhart sat down on the sofa, sweating profusely, and breathed a long sigh of relief, with an extremely excited look on his face.

"I feel it! That feeling of being intertwined with fate!"

"Don't tell me who you are!" he said to Hannibal, "I have already molded you into a wicked but charming wizard in my mind, secretly endangering the safety of Muggles..."

Hannibal suddenly found this flamboyant boy very pleasing to his eye.

"...And then I was completely defeated by the heroic me!"

Hannibal's old face darkened, and he turned to look at Rhine: "Can I break the precept once?"

"No."

Rhine humorously took out a dozen potions and placed them in front of Hannibal.

"Specially supplied to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Snape's exquisite potions, Sprout's exquisite potions... are ten times stronger than the diluted versions supplied to the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore had a dark heart when it came to tricking the Ministry of Magic.