Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

It never occurred to Lockhart that after his carefully arranged Valentine's Day, instead of the much-anticipated admiration, what greeted him was an audit by the Ministry of Magic.

He stood up suddenly, staring at the article in the Daily Prophet, without even noticing that his coffee was knocked over.

I see it says-

The Stealing Life of Gilderoy Lockhart

He looked down in a panic, and saw that the truth he was most afraid of was revealed above.

[Recently, the author contacted several powerful wizards. They had a very happy conversation with the author, but recently, many people have become forgetful and stupid.

For the sake of my friend's morality, the author made an in-depth investigation and discovered the true face of Gilderoy Lockhart, the third-class Medal of Merlin and the dream lover of thousands of ladies!

This hateful moth stole other people's heroic deeds, wrote books and biographies for himself, and defrauded the world! ]

Lockhart quickly scrolled down.

The gorgeous clothes were stained with coffee, and the flat newspaper was creased layer after layer by him.

He saw it said,

[These are a few friends that the author has contacted, their real names are as follows, and my correspondence records with them are attached.

……

The author wants to say that our wizarding world actually allows such moths to gain popularity and glory, while ignoring these kind-hearted wizards who have been harmed.

Everything behind this is worthy of serious reflection by the Ministry of Magic...]

Lockhart put down the newspaper blankly.

He knew he was done.

Fudge, who is vain and has a good face, will never let him go.

The reputation he had worked so hard for for several years was ruined.

He crumpled up the newspaper in a panic, wiped the sweat off his brow, quickly rummaged to find his wand, packed his luggage in a hurry, and planned to escape from Hogwarts overnight.

However, before he could pack his things, the door of the office was opened.

Serious-looking Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall stood in front, followed by a few Aurors in suits and ties.

They nodded slightly to Dumbledore with cold faces, then strode towards Lockhart and said,

"Is that Lockhart? You are now suspected of serious crimes such as intentionally hurting wizards, misappropriating other people's deeds, forging achievements, and deceiving Sir Merlin. We need your cooperation and go to the Ministry of Magic for review!"

Lockhart trembled slightly, gritted his teeth and raised his wand.

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, and said softly, "Gidero, don't make the same mistake again and again."

With a cold face, the Aurors directly took the wand from Lockhart's hand, and escorted them out.

They passed the corridors of Hogwarts.

The students were distributed on both sides of the road, watching them quietly, watching Lockhart dying of shame and anger under the escort of the Aurors, and they didn't know what it was like.

Lockhart looked at the eyes of the girls who once admired him, and the disgusted expressions of the boys, and lowered his head in panic.

He remembered that 20 years ago, he was also a student at Hogwarts.

At that time, he tried his best to do all kinds of things, hoping to attract everyone's attention-he hoped that everyone would treat him like a savior, just like his mother treated him.

But now, not only did he not get that honor...

Instead, he is about to enter the terrible Azkaban.

Lockhart's expression twisted, and he wept messy tears.

Professor McGonagall looked at the back of Lockhart being carried away from a distance, feeling unhappy.

She sighed, "Albus...did you already know?"

Dumbledore sighed softly, turned and left slowly.

During dinner that day, Dumbledore rarely stood on the podium with a serious face.

The old principal said softly,

"Recently, something big happened in Hogwarts—yes, Lockhart was arrested and taken away, and I think everyone knows why."

Those blue eyes looked at them kindly and sharply, and said tolerantly,

"Ah... there are always people in the world who think that no one will know about their mistakes...but yes, as you can see, all mistakes will be punished.

"It's a pity that everyone lost their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... But I think a bad teacher can teach you more than a good teacher..."

The old principal looked at them kindly, and said,

"After this incident, I think everyone will know what is the right path and what is the wrong choice."

He clapped his hands and said playfully,

"Okay, there are still more than three months before the holiday, I think we should announce the next course schedule...

"The next Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be temporarily replaced by Professor Snape."

The students sighed long, feeling that their future was hopeless.

——They had to put up with Snape taking two courses!There are still two main courses!

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up in a rare way, and there was a hint of complacency on his perennially unsmiling face.

Dumbledore continued, "As for the Potions class of the fifth grade and below, our Mr. Cornwall will teach it..."

Allen got up, nodded slightly under the expectant eyes of everyone, and listened to the old man,

"I believe that with his level of potion, he is sufficient to undertake these teaching tasks. Thank you everyone for listening to me talking about these old men, then——

"Dinner begins!"

Yes, there is a lot of gossip at Hogwarts every day. Facing such a big melon, everyone is discussing it very enthusiastically.

The girls who once admired Lockhart were mercilessly mocked by their companions and stomped their feet angrily.

Even Harry was indignant because of those truths, "I really thought he was a great wizard!"

Not to mention Draco.

The peacock's tail has been up for a day!

-Without this dastardly Lockhart, Mum has time to make candy again!

Even Theodore talked to Draco about his mother's fanaticism back and forth.

In such an atmosphere, Allen's calmness is particularly eye-catching.

Draco poked him and asked, "Alan, why don't you speak? When the dwarf sent you a love letter before, your face was so pretty!"

After talking about it, they laughed together again.

Allen smiled lightly, and nodded one by one, "Where are you all going? Your eyes are like pickled green toads? Your pale face..."

"stop!"

Draco yelled.

He said with a sullen face, "If you want me to know that this letter was written by those people to mock me, I will definitely show them what it means to have a red face from being beaten!"

Yes, Draco had always firmly believed that girls would not be so cruel, thinking that the letter must have been made by some boys.

Allen lowered his eyes and smiled, and took a bite of the pudding.

— Gilderoy Lockhart?It is nothing more than a victim of failed family education.

Only then did he realize that many families had their own tragic crux, and he also realized...how much His Majesty has spent on his education.

Allen stroked his contact badge, cast a confusion spell, and sent a letter to His Majesty.

[Father:

There is a new yogurt strawberry pudding for dinner today!

Your lovely, Ellen]