The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Knock!! I was tipped more than 100 the day before yesterday! I will add more next weekend!!!)

At the end of February, in Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, there were almost no wizards who listened carefully to his stories.

This has always made Lockhart a little bit less interested recently.

"Do you want to try another method? Oh~ As an excellent student, you should forget those painful memories." After class, Lockhart sat in front of Cyrus and tapped his head with his fingers.

Despite his constant advice, no one wanted to forget such a thing.

"Painful memories just mess with our minds..." He sat back in his chair, facing Cyrus and chattered endlessly, "Believe me, I've done this more than once"

"professor..."

"Ok?"

"Forget the painful memory... Isn't that deceiving yourself?" Cyrus looked at the professor strangely.

But Lockhart just laughed, as if he saw some unique skills in a circus, he said with a smile: "How could it be to deceive yourself... Well~ you don't understand... Sometimes people need to temporarily forget about those things unhappy..."

"But what then? After recognizing the nature of the world and still loving the world, isn't it better than the Oblivion Curse?"

Wanting Cyrus to forget the emotions that Hermione was attacked by was just wishful thinking.

Faced with Cyrus' fierce pursuit, Lockhart was a little silent, but in the end he just laughed again and started talking about Muggle novels.

"Are all your stories true?" Cyrus asked tactfully, "I mean...why can't you use the magic spells you know in your stories?"

Professor Lockhart's sunny smile froze on his face, his white teeth were always exposed, and he looked at Cyrus in embarrassment.

"Well...you know, some magic is too strong, and it hurts the students," he faltered.

Lockhart's appearance was too obvious. Looking at the professor's appearance, Cyrus seemed to guess something, but he didn't say it directly.

"In fact, it might be better if the novel mainly tells about the habits and weaknesses of dark creatures...you can omit part of the description of yourself"

Novels such as "Break with the Female Ghost" and "Walking with the Werewolf" are not completely useless, at least it is worth watching to weave knowledge and stories together.

"Really? I think so too!" Lockhart stared straight at him, heaving a sigh of relief, "Actually, I'm very interested in the elves in your book..."

"And Beorn the Shapeshifter, you incorporated the knowledge of the Animagus into it, right? Tsk tsk tsk...why didn't I think of that?"

Mentioning the novel, Lockhart seemed to think of a lot of inspiration, and he seemed to explain the story of Middle-earth with a different kind of magic.

But Lockhart immediately thought of something, and his smile gradually disappeared. He turned around, searched for something under his robe, and then picked up a book from it, which was the dusty magic book on his bookshelf.

"This is the essentials of the Oblivion Curse, um... just take it, let's take it as a thank you for inspiration." He threw the book on the table and entered the office from the spiral staircase in the classroom.

Lockhart steadied his beating heart, walked to a tall floor-to-ceiling mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled repeatedly.

Perhaps because he was not very satisfied all the time, he finally gave up.

Lockhart thought a lot. He never expected that novels could be written like Cyrus, with knowledge and stories. Compared with them, his novels seemed more like an autobiography...

The "The Hobbit" on the desk is exactly what Professor Lockhart got from Dean Mao Mao.

"I might be doing it wrong...but, but only then can I be famous..." Lockhart ran his hands through his hair in annoyance, scratching the scalp under the blond temples with his fingertips.

He thought: Is there really 'only this'?Why... why didn't I think of writing an academic paper?Why can't I make up those stories?

Of course Lockhart knew it was wrong, and he also knew that when he cast the Oblivion Curse on the first person, he couldn't go back, and everyone seemed to think that those experiences belonged to him.

But the point is that after more than ten years, he seems to have seen another way.

He wanted to be famous, Lockhart dreamed of being watched by everyone, and every time he used the Oblivion Curse, he made himself more sure that 'I can do it'.

Lockhart could start over, but he couldn't let go, he couldn't let go of the feeling of being watched, he couldn't let go of those honors, so he started all over again.

"Forget..." He held his wand and pointed to his head, but his gaze stayed on the cover of Cyrus' novel.

He looked at Thorin's team in full gear and Smaug with spread wings on the cover. The Oblivion Curse temporarily stopped. Lockhart thought about it, but gave up.

"Perhaps Cyrus is right! My Oblivion Curse is the best in the magic world!!" Lockhart tapped his forehead with cherry wood.

Lockhart thought that maybe he wrote a perfect book on magic, then he would definitely become more famous!

He was convinced of it.

(I'm thinking about an opportunity, how to make Lockhart pay the previous price)

.........

Hermione, who was stared directly at by the basilisk, did not fall into a deep sleep, nor did she die.

Her consciousness gradually drifted to the distance, being approached and pulled by the force around her. Hermione still had thoughts, but she didn't give up, she thought of Cyrus who was alone, and felt a little regretful.

Hermione seemed to be dreaming of the Force, dreaming of a monster with six legs, a transparent belly full of strange solid gas and colors, and a voice like a song, it looked at Hermione and said 'dream'.

But then it slid away from the top of her head, and two pairs of eyes glanced at her.

Because of this glimpse, Hermione felt like she was being sucked into the black hole, everything was spinning, and there was a perfect Einstein ring in front of the dark space.

But it disappeared in a blink of an eye, and instead she saw the earth, a planet full of life and all possibilities, right under Hermione's feet, surrounded by satellites.

Finally, it was slowly pulled away, and gradually came to the edge of the solar system, followed by the Oort cloud, like a fiber-optic Gould belt, the local cannon, the Orion arm...

Last but not least is the Laniakea supercluster.

This was the first time Hermione saw a grain of sand in the universe, and nothingness filled her heart in an instant.

"Nihilism is not good... You still have more possibilities" A soft voice sounded in her ear, pulling her back to her sight, and Hermione looked straight at a piece of cotton wool in the universe in front of her.

She couldn't move herself, so she could only look at the flocs made up of galaxy clusters in front of her.

"Who?"

Hermione thought she had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, which made her a little sad, and it seemed that this time it was really going to be gone.

At this time, Hermione suddenly felt that someone pushed her from behind, and Hermione screamed and fell into the supercluster of galaxies, and then the Virgo galaxy cluster...

Finally fell onto a piece of lawn, Hermione lamented that she hadn't turned into a patty, and struggled to get up.

"This...is this me? Is this a memory?" She looked at the exact same self, boarding the Hogwarts tower alone, but Hermione always remembered that she was with Cyrus.

"No, it's you, but it's not you, it's another you"

The voice seemed to be answering her question, and Hermione seemed to be revealing the truth of the world. This unbelievable answer made her unable to accept it for a while.

"Impossible..." Hermione didn't even respond to the voice, which she thought was an auditory hallucination.

She is like a passer-by, able to move freely, but unable to intervene, especially when she sees some "Hermiones" being petrified, she can't do anything, just like watching a movie.

Except she wasn't at the movie theater, and she didn't have Cyrus and popcorn around.

Hermione stood there alone, and suddenly she wanted to pull Cyrus over and let him feed her roasted marshmallows.

As he thought about it, tears rolled down his face, just like when he got lost with his parents in the crowd when he was a child, he stood there blankly, watching 'Hermione' running into walls in the corridor of the train.

"Nothing is impossible. Your Gryffindor is brave in the face of injustice and never compromises. Your Ravenclaw is full of knowledge and talent. Now you are the real you"

"You can be anything, you can be anyone, you are a product of 'everything'..."

"Oh? Even if I'm going to be a bad guy?!" Hermione muttered and retorted, "Even if I don't have to be ordinary like these Hermiones?"

The only person she likes is Cyrus.

Not Riddle, not Weasley, not one of those weird people you've never heard of.

(Crazy complaints about CP articles written by popular Internet giants, and even Fu He?)

"Everything is possible"

As soon as the words fell, Hermione's picture began to distort, her body seemed to feel the viscous flow of time, and her facial features began to be dislocated. When she opened the door of the carriage, there was a clean white room outside.

Two doors, one left and one right, two Hermiones wearing a hood, one black and one white, holding a triangular bell (triangular iron) in their hands, with a pyramid-like logo in the middle, and an eye shining on the top.

Black and white Hermione watched her lightly ring the bell, and true Hermione returned to the starting point again.

(stream of consciousness, which is a corner of the entire finite multiverse)