[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom looked down at him blankly, feeling unreal.

He reached out and pushed Lockhart and called him: "Hey..."

The body was lifeless and didn't give him any response.

"Who wants your eyes?" Tom pressed the round gem in his hand, "What kind of perverted behavior are you doing..."

"What kind of tower was struck by lightning..." Tom complained to him, "What kind of mentor is he? He is serious about knowledge and does not teach. He just relies on guessing every day."

Lockhart said nothing. He could no longer speak. Lockhart is dead.

But Tom couldn't really be sure of this. He always felt that the next second this bad-tempered bastard would suddenly open his eyes, grinning with his signature smile, grinning with his white teeth and yelling "Surprise~".

Tom wasn't very happy, but he didn't seem to be able to cry.

Oh shit. Tom thought faintly, Schrödinger's cat, Lockhart's death.

He stayed beside Lockhart in a daze, not paying attention to what happened to the basilisk that was unlucky enough to be dragged and thrown half to death. Until several friends coaxed him away, put a blanket on him, and stuffed him with a cup of hot chocolate.

"...Tom? Tom?" Ron's big face swayed in front of his eyes, "I said we should give him a slap in the face. My mother said that if you lose your soul, you have to call him back like this-"

"—No need." Tom lowered his eyes and took a sip of hot chocolate.

"Ah," Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "How are you?"

"Not so good." Tom shrugged, "What if?"

"Uh..." Harry racked his brains to think of the topic, "The basilisk is not dead yet, Professor Snape knocked it out with medicine. Professor Flitwick was fine. It is said that his goblin blood protected him - specifically I don’t quite understand how it was done. Professor Sinistra was sent to St. Mungo’s. I heard that her magic power was severely overdrawn…”

All that can be said has been said. They were silent for a while, and finally the conversation returned to Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart is really amazing this time," Ron whispered. "I thought..." He stopped again.

A glorious ending. Rejecting the clown script that fate had written for him. Tom thought lightly, Lockhart got his wish.

"I want to go visit his office." Tom said, drank the chocolate in his hand, wrapped the blanket tightly around his body, and secretly stuffed the gem into his trouser pocket.

"Okay." Ron answered him quickly, while carefully peering into his face, and motioning Harry not to irritate him.

So Harry nodded quickly and looked very happy.

Tom ignored their quarrel, held the cup and walked towards the castle. At this time, the campus was still in chaos. There were people who were crying and shouting their friends' names, frantically looking for them to make sure they were okay. There were people who were shouting hoarsely to maintain order and ordering the student union officials to count the number of people. There were also people who were running around in the crowd with potion bottles held high, asking who wanted it. Those who took a sip of tranquilizer, and those who were busy repairing the castle...

In this chaos, they easily blended into the castle and arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Open the Alaho hole!" Tom pointed at the door lock with his wand, and the door opened with a sound.

The style of the office is different from the past - those too gorgeous, exaggerated, and brightly colored decorations have been put away, and the tone of the entire office has changed to a black and white theme. The four walls are still full of Lockhart's photos, but the characters in those photos are not laughing and showing off their beauty as before. Instead, they all changed into solemn black robes and looked at each other calmly. Smiling in front, with a small white flower on her chest. Every Lockhart was motionless, as if they had all turned into photos of Muggles—posthumous versions.

Tom:…

Tom's forehead jumped, and he felt that his overwhelming sadness seemed to have faded by half.

It's Lockhart's style to be so capable.

They took two steps inside and saw two stacks of books neatly stacked on Lockhart's desk. The tall pile is very familiar, it is their textbook, seven books in Lockhart's "With XX" travel series. The short pile was a stack of manuscripts. Tom took a closer look and then closed his eyes patiently.

"What?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry also took a closer look and found that the title of the stack of manuscripts was neatly written on the cover: "Walking with the Basilisk - A Hero's Elegy, a Brilliant End". He flipped through it, and found that the next page was a schematic diagram of the book's belt design drawn by Lockhart himself, and the next page was a long list of acknowledgments. Then he turned down and browsed a few pages in a hurry, and the content of just a few words had already been It fully highlights Professor Lockhart's wise command and heroic battle, as well as the helplessness of other teachers and students at Hogwarts and their dependence on the hero Lockhart...

"Emmmm," Harry commented, "that's very Lockhart."

Tom felt that he was no longer sad at this moment. He became more and more suspicious that this was actually just the escape plan mentioned by Lockhart before. However, whether the escape was successful or not was still a mystery.

He then flipped through the thick stack of manuscripts, wondering if this favored and antagonist of fate had left any more clues for the future.

But no, the book "Walking with the Basilisk" ends with Lockhart standing in front of the castle to fight the basilisk alone, waving his sword in front of everyone and cutting off the snake's head. The snake's head spins high into the sky and sprinkles water in the castle foyer. Shining under the bright light——

Um? This is not the same as the actual situation. Tom wrote this paragraph down thoughtfully.

The last chapter is a postscript describing a funeral. The students lined up to the lake to say goodbye to the hero. Wizards and magical animals all observed a moment of silence for him. A short black-haired man gave his funeral speech, mentioning his "noble spirit", "academic achievements" and "Great Mind" and so on, and he finally found rest in the white flame, and his soul spread its wings and flew to the sky to obtain eternal freedom.

...Is this Lockhart's funeral? ? ? Tom read it over and over again, always feeling that the scale of this funeral was not quite right. Hagrid cried for him? Minister for Magic in attendance? ?

There is not a single word in the postscript to this chapter that mentions "Lockhart", it is all referred to as "him", "the hero" or "the venerable professor" etc. So Tom's heart is full of questions.

Flipping further, underneath the novel manuscript is a will. The will stated that all the income he earned from publishing books would be divided into three parts, one to his family, one to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the last to his lovely student, Tom Locke. The will also bears the magic signature of the notary, proving it is authentic and valid.

Tom looked at the line of words with mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.

"Wow, he really likes you." Ron said, "I thought he liked Harry the most."

Tom was speechless and continued to scroll down. Underneath the will was only a crumpled piece of draft paper, with a crooked excerpt of scripture on it: “Surely He has borne our sorrows and carried our pains… But He was wounded for our transgressions and for our sins.” bruised. By his chastisement we have peace; by his stripes we are healed.”

This is...the part in the Bible that says Jesus died to hurt the world!

The shallow handwriting magically disappeared after Tom read it, but it sparked a series of sparks in Tom's mind.

He recalled that when he and Lockhart were arguing, he said that whose fate he liked could completely choose who he turned into... He recalled that Lockhart asked him if he liked Dumbledore when he asked for Christmas gifts... He recalled that in astronomy Lockhart's abnormal hand bones when he was on the tower...

Why bear harm for others, face death for others... Lockhart is simply usurping other people's fate!

It was Harry who originally killed the basilisk, and Lockhart borrowed Harry's bones to fulfill his destiny as a hero against the basilisk; the scale of that funeral was not Lockhart's, it was... Principal Dumbledore's funeral !

He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the astronomy tower. Although he couldn't see anything because of the wall, the scene where the dying Lockhart pointed out to him with a wild smile had already appeared in his mind... being struck by lightning. The tower in!

That refers to...Dumbledore's death!

So in the section of his novel manuscript where he cuts off the head of a basilisk, whose fate does it occupy?

If the original destiny is occupied, will the owner of the original destiny... still experience those things?

Tom turned his head and looked at Harry, who was completely clueless but intact at the moment, and he didn't know what to say about Lockhart.

But maybe, that fanatic doesn’t need anyone’s evaluation.

Maybe he really died in the process of playing with fate, or maybe he was hiding in a corner and laughing at the fate line that he had messed up. But no matter what, he probably hates others dictating and commenting on his life the most.

Anyway, Gilderoy Lockhart, with his usual frivolous attitude, bowed and exited from the stage.

Tom thought with complicated emotions, gently closed the pile of manuscripts, and exited the office with his friends.