curse the world at hogwarts

"Is there such a thing?"

Lockhart exclaimed in surprise, suddenly feeling that he had gained too much today.

In the magical world, what is a more attractive story than the lone hero Lockhart sneaking into the impregnable Hogwarts and exposing the corrupt vested interests within?

He suddenly organically combined the unbreakable oath with the inside of Hogwarts, and began to outline a brand new "adventure story" in his mind.

Will he be retaliated against?

Lockhart has a strong rival in bestsellers - Rita Skeeter. That guy grabs Dumbledore's old face and stamps it into the ground every day. McGonagall and Snape never come to slap her.

"As long as it's a small change...a small change...we all know how to do it..."

He started talking to himself like a song, falling into the self-world of a "creator".

That state of extreme concentration and extreme divergence is his only magic weapon in the magic world, whether it is "creation" or plagiarism.

Many people don't know that as a magic waste, the reason why he is able to master memory magic is also due to this dramatic self.

Because he is too familiar with penetrating into a person's heart, his oblivion and legilimens are only in the second echelon under the ceiling.

Yes, in addition to oblivion, there was also Legilimency... which helped him discover countless other people's hidden magic.

It was so good that Lockhart, in this state, glanced at Hannibal and was suddenly stunned.

At this time, Hannibal had just taken part of the potion and sighed comfortably.

The pain that had been tormenting him during this period was effectively relieved, and he felt relaxed.

"...Next year?" Lockhart suddenly said this, "Next year I will be finished..."

The atmosphere in the entire room dropped to freezing point.

Lockhart felt a sense of alarm in his heart and jumped to the side, taking advantage of the situation to roll around like a lazy ass!

"Snapped--!"

A spell struck the place where he was sitting.

Lockhart's face twitched and he stared at Rhine: "No! We agreed!"

"Ugh……"

Rhine looked at Lockhart with a complicated expression, and spoke quietly with a gloomy expression that was definitely not there before.

"The things agreed upon do not include that you can use our Legilimency..."

"It was an accident!" Lockhart explained desperately.

Rhine shook his head: "I'm sorry, senior... our agreement is void."

Now that he has decided to carve out a road of his own, in order to spread the stall in front of him as quickly as possible, Rhine has done his best to be good to you, me, and everyone.

But Lockhart committed suicide, so there's nothing to blame...

No!Feel free to resent him as long as Lockhart has a chance to think about it.

"Rhine? Rhine!"

Lockhart rolled and shrank back, tears streaming down his face.

It was only then that he, who had been immersed in all kinds of praise in the past few years, remembered that the boy in front of him had chased him and beaten him when he was 13 years old.

Not to mention that he doesn't have a wand in his hand now, even if he does...

Can he defeat a Death Eater or an Auror?

With a flick of the Rhine Wand, Lockhart was bound invisible in a rapid restraint, and controlled him to float towards Hannibal.

"You seem to be better at operating memory?" Rhine said to Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled, raised the wand in his hand, and pointed it on the head of Lockhart, whose eyes were split with anger.

A spell with a strange whisper slowly drifted into Lockhart's mind. His eyes were confused for a while, then he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"I think the root of the problem should be eradicated," Hannibal said, throwing Lockhart to the ground.

Rhine really wanted to avoid future troubles, but he didn't want to throw away the advantage of having the script.

He shook his head: "This person is still useful... I hope your magic is strong enough. He is a master of memory magic."

"Knowing that I am so dangerous, why are they still unwilling to kill me, instead just lock me up?" Hannibal smiled arrogantly, "Because they want my self-created memory magic more than anyone else...there is a strategy significance."

Rhine raised his eyebrows: "Then you can still be exposed?"

"..." Hannibal's eyelids drooped, "Probably because I can play with other people's souls, but my own mind is already riddled with holes."

Rhine was speechless for a moment.

Perhaps Hannibal, like Harry, was completely unable to succeed in Occlumency due to the tragic trauma in his soul?

As a result, an Auror from the Magical Congress took advantage of him and revealed his identity as a cannibal maniac.

"Even this magic, at first..." Hannibal smiled wryly to himself, "I used it on myself to alleviate the continuous nightmares."

Rhine chewed his teeth instantly.

This group of lunatics called "geniuses" are really cruel to themselves, and Rhine can't do it anyway.

After cleaning up the surrounding traces, the two left Lockhart's home and walked towards the wilderness, intending to disapparate further away.

On the way, Rhine suddenly hummed two lines of a made-up song——

"Starting from today, abandon your conscience~"

"Starting from today, there is nothing to worry about~"

Hannibal said speechlessly: "What is this mess?"

"This is a ditty from Azkaban..." Rhine explained, "No matter whether you are really guilty or not, there will lead you to this path."

"I can't seem to escape it either."

"Who can?"

Hannibal's faint words drifted across the wilderness, turning into whispers along with the blowing night wind.

Stay tuned for a long time...

……

At [-] o'clock in the evening, there are only a few people at Imperial College in central London.

Even the students who still stayed in school to study during the holidays had already left the library and walked towards the dormitories.

However, a British gentleman in a neat suit appeared on campus, strolling towards a woodland behind the campus.

It was a clear night, but he was holding a long black umbrella in his hand, which made the students passing by couldn't help but glance at it.

Today's Da Ying is different from the past. Even though it still flaunts a gentleman's spirit, there are few such serious people in the market.

"Galahad." A man who had been waiting outside the forest greeted him.

The same strict attire and the same long black umbrella show that they are the same kind of person.

"Lancelot." The man known as Galahad adjusted his glasses, "Do you know why you called us?"

Lancelot shook his head: "Maybe it's an emergency mission?"

"Do we need two Knights of the Round Table?" Galahad said with a serious face and a cold joke, "The Queen has been kidnapped? Or has Mrs. Hudson left Baker Street?"

Lancelot smiled and pointed at him helplessly.

The two walked through the woodland one after another and arrived outside a castle independent of the campus.

"Merlin—!"

Lancelot enthusiastically stepped forward to hug the bald man who greeted the two, but Galahad awkwardly just nodded.

"What nightmare did Arthur have?" he said.

You can be sure that this person may seem dignified and serious, but he may actually be a bitch.

Ma Qiang shook his head.

"he died."