[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Gilderoy Lockhart almost waltzed backwards from a shabby and eccentric hut.If it weren't for the fact that there were still a group of Muggles living here, he could have acted happier.He could already imagine that in a month's time, his charming smile would be all over the front page of the Daily Prophet, and there would be half of an exclusive interview with him in "Wizard Weekly".Gilderoy Lockhart, a third-class Medal of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a four-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award, the greatest charming male wizard writer of this century, will be on 9 Yue dedicates her latest book "Holiday with Hags"!He seemed to get carried away a little too far, and bumped into a Muggle, and he didn't realize that he had walked a long way along the ridge.

The Muggle turned around tremblingly. Seeing that his partner was stretching his neck to look in, half of his body was about to bump into him, he immediately said angrily, "Hey! Tom, what are you doing?" Luo Hart quickly stepped aside. Fortunately, he still remembered to put on the invisibility cloak.

The Muggle named Tom replied angrily: "How can you see it if you don't squeeze forward." There was a large group of people in front of him, and he didn't know what they were doing.Lockhart felt that the sun was shining brightly above his head, and the noise around him was disturbing. He flicked the dust off his emerald green robes in disgust. Oh, goodbye, stupid Muggles!

He had just walked a few steps when he heard a woman with a high-pitched voice shouting: "God! Isn't this a vampire?" Lockhart stopped in his tracks. Such a big sun, a vampire?What a joke, he raised his right foot, and heard an old voice say: "You stupid woman, don't you see that she is wearing a witch's robe..."

Lockhart couldn't move his feet. He had just "visited" the only wizard in the village.He turned his head curiously, and followed the group of Muggles whom he considered stupid just now to look around—in the graveyard that was just dug up, the wooden coffin was rotted out of shape, and the little girl lying in the coffin was so fresh. It's like a fruit just plucked from the tree.

Ah, Lockhart gave a small exclamation.Despite the severe corrosion, he can still make out the unusual and complicated patterns from the large mold spots.

"Patriarch, what do you think about this?" A middle-aged man holding a hoe looked at the gray-haired old man helplessly. He really just wanted to dig a well.He admitted that he was excited for a while when he dug the cemetery, but he never imagined that what he got in exchange for his eagerness was the corpse of a weird witch.

"Burn!" the patriarch said without hesitation, pointing the crutch in his hand unceremoniously at the men in the village, "You! You! You! And you—" His narrowed eyes suddenly enlarged, " Ghost!" He violently pushed away the crowd and ran away with a cane.

There was no wind in the summer in July, and it was astonishingly hot. A group of people looked at each other, looked at the little girl in the tomb, seemed to move slightly, and immediately fled in fright.

When Lockhart saw this, he took off his invisibility cloak angrily. What a "coincidence", the old man pulled off his invisibility cloak, leaving a dirty cane on his wizard robe. Such a big stain!It cost him seventeen Galleons to customize it!Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, there are so many ghosts in broad daylight!He took out his wand and muttered under his breath, "Cleaned up", and the whole robe faded to a gray-green color, and Lockhart's face was blackened.

After tossing for a while, he finally remembered why he came back.He jumped into the cemetery, raised his robe and squatted down in disgust, and it turned out to be a little witch, only 7 or 8 years old, barely cute, with long light golden hair, long thick eyelashes, and pink. White and pink lips—he always felt that something was wrong.

The sun was scorching the field. Lockhart wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his hands froze immediately. If he read correctly, the little girl's nose was covered with sweat?

Lockhart only felt that there were eight zombie claws scratching behind him. He had encountered such a wicked thing. Now he really wanted to ask the unlucky ghost who dug up the grave. This little girl really didn't belong to anyone. Little naughty egg!He quickly denied his opinion - the gown on the little girl was already tattered and stained with mildew, obviously she had stayed underground for a few days!The more he watched, the more creepy he felt, the little girl's eyelashes were moving, and her lips were also moving... He stood up abruptly, and walked away—oh, what is he doing?Afraid of a young vampire?He might write a book—Walking with Vampires, that sounds like a good title—I, Gilderoy Lockhart, [-]rd Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, was Four-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award, the greatest charming wizard writer of this century, how could he be afraid of a young vampire!Thinking of this, he squatted down again, carefully took out his wand and poked the little girl's face.

Lockhart immediately regretted it - a pair of amber eyes opened and stared at him coldly.He was startled, only feeling that his eyes were dazzled. Sure enough, the big eyes of the little girl in front of him were full of confusion, and her thin hands helplessly put on the magic wand that was still pointing at her face. For a moment, Lockhart froze. There, don't know what to do?

"Who are you?" the little girl asked, her voice was like a violin that had not been tuned for many years and suddenly played a trembling tone.

"Gideroy Lockhart." He almost bit his own tongue. "Oh, no, my name is... Ah, dear lady, I didn't dig your grave...Of course, I know you're still alive ……How to say……"

"You don't think I'm dead, do you?" The little girl almost couldn't help laughing.

"Of course not!" Lockhart immediately reassured, and the hand holding the wand loosened. It seemed that he was really just a harmless little witch. "What's your name?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a long time, her amber eyes filled with confusion again: "I don't remember."

Lockhart choked. "Then why are you in the grave?"

The little girl looked around herself, and immediately frowned tightly: "The grave? Why am I in the grave?"

Lockhart rolled his eyes: "How do I know? Well, miss, where is your home?" He really felt a little bored. He thought it was a little vampire, but it turned out to be a silly little witch. I can't afford to delay going back to write his new novel.

"I..." A strange look appeared on the little girl's face, as if she was a little annoyed and hesitant, "I... I don't know, I seem to have lost my memory."

"Amnesia?" Lockhart looked at her suspiciously. He must have run into his fan and wanted to get close to him in such a childish way.He drew out his wand, stood up, and smiled knowingly: "Miss, this is the end of the prank, I, the famous Gilderoy Lockhart, have no time to play such childish games with you." , you'd better go back and find your parents."

The little girl didn't seem to notice Lockhart's separation, she lowered her head and replied in a daze, "I don't know who the parents are." But Lockhart had already walked twenty feet away, so he couldn't hear the little girl who was as thin as a mosquito. ringing sound.When she looked up, she saw that Lockhart had jumped to the ground.She no longer cared about her hoarse voice and her weakness, she struggled to stand up: "You..." Suddenly, she seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and she screamed.

"Hey, miss, how long are you going to play?" Lockhart ran back angrily, and was about to educate this little girl who didn't know what to do, when he realized that something seemed wrong—the little girl was curled up in the coffin He was trembling non-stop while holding something gray and white, and tears flowed out through the messy long blond hair.

"Are you okay?" Lockhart asked puzzled, she was holding a skeleton, and the black eyes made him panic.

"Snakes... There are snakes..." The little girl pointed in a certain direction, not daring to lift her head.Lockhart looked along and couldn't help laughing, isn't it just snake skin?Although it looks like it was left by a big guy, is there any need to be so afraid?He suddenly realized that the witch in front of him was still a child.

"Okay, I took it away, now you can go back obediently?"

The little girl timidly raised her head, lay on the edge of the coffin, looked and looked, and then replied pitifully: "I really don't remember where my home is."

Lockhart suddenly felt dizzy...

"I'm alone, afraid..."

"There will be no snakes, I assure you, the summer is so hot, no snakes will appear!"

The little girl did not speak, but looked at him with big watery eyes, and her pink lips were about to be bitten pale.

"Okay, come up, kid, I'll take you in for a few days!" Lockhart finally couldn't take it anymore, and said angrily, he stretched out his hand to pull the little girl out of the coffin.

"But..." The little girl's face flushed red all of a sudden, "But I have no strength."

Lockhart rolled his eyes, waved his wand, and muttered, the little girl stared dumbfounded at the almost two-inch hyphae growing on her wizard robe.Lockhart coughed in embarrassment: "Oh, I've never been good at cleaning magic, of course it doesn't matter at all. The important thing is-" He grinned, showing his white teeth, making him look extraordinarily Innocent, "Your robe is as dirty as if it has been rolled in mud, I will not lift you up."

"Please, sir!" the little girl begged pitifully, with tears in her eyes.

Lockhart pretended to be helpless and said with a wry smile: "You'd better be able to climb up by yourself, otherwise, oh, it seems, you will have to wait for the next passer-by." Finally, there was an excuse for him to abandon this brat with "peace of mind" .

"Sir... sir!" the little girl called out persistently.

Lockhart turned around in a good mood and asked, "If you want food, I'm sorry, I don't have any either."

The little girl hesitated to speak, her fingers twisted her wizard robe, and finally she said hesitantly: "Sir, please lend me your wand, just a moment."

Lockhart put away his smile and looked at her vigilantly: "You don't mean to use it as a crutch, do you?" This is absolutely not allowed to happen!

"Crut? Of course not, sir. I'll return it to you intact." The little girl looked at him suddenly with strange eyes, and Lockhart immediately realized how stupid what he said was.Seeing that the poor weakling was about to disappear from his sight, he didn't mind a handout of his kindness.

"Hold it, I'm still in a hurry." He reluctantly stuffed the wand into the little girl's hand, "You'd better..."