I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 97 All enemies of the stars will surely usher in their doomed death
"I must get out of here immediately."

Hogwarts fourth floor.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Lockhart paced back and forth with red eyes.

He's not one of those limpid, stupid little wizards.

Although all his stories are plagiarized from others.

But as an adult wizard, he still knew the Killing Curse.

Especially the sudden death of Mr. Obo, who had just had a pleasant conversation with him and invited him to talk in front of the door, had a huge impact on him!

He was not a brave person to begin with.

After getting the stories of those ugly old wizards with no commercial hype value at all, he didn't even have the courage to go to the places in the stories that were out of danger.

"Dumbledore just treats you as cannon fodder, I knew it from the beginning!"

It was dark in Lockhart's office.Just like his narcissistic character, the walls are covered with his photos and oil paintings.

Every oil painting is infused with his consciousness.

At this time, the largest oil painting, a six-foot-tall self-portrait, Lockhart with a greasy smile on his face, as if he already knew everything, "I didn't want you to take this from the beginning. Position."

"Look now!"

"Fart! You obviously agreed first!" The two Lockharts yelled together in an oil painting that Lockhart was drawing on the vertical drawing board next to Lockhart's desk.

"You guys almost fainted from excitement!" interjected Lockhart from another photo.

"It's all your fault, I was the calmest at that time!"

"Calm? Telling the news to the portraits of Diagon Alley is also called calm?"

"That's better than you. If you want to enter the Ministry of Magic, you still can't!"

"It's your fault, you idiot!"

"It's you, it's you, it's you!"

"Bounce. Bounce is invalid!"

The fierce quarrel made Guidero upset, "Enough!" He roared, clenched his fists tightly, "What we have to do now is to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible!"

With people dying under Dumbledore's nose, how could he have the courage to continue to stay.

"Escape from Hogwarts, I can hide in the United States for a while." Suddenly Gildero's eyes lit up.

Then there was a forced smile on his stiff face, "I can write a current affairs novel that exposes the darkness of Hogwarts and publish it in the United States!"

"I think American Wizards will love this new story!"

"The name—by the way, it's called "Hogwarts in the Dark, The Difficult Years I've Confronted"."

For a moment, Gildero felt that his idea was simply that a smart roommate discovered smart women's clothing-it must be smart!

My first original story begins at Hogwarts!
1000 years and 500 years of filth and darkness in the Academy of Magic, this--this will definitely be popular!

That is, his influence will no longer be limited to the United Kingdom, but to the entire North America, and he will become an internationally famous writer!
"Then what are you waiting for!" The huge portrait shouted, "Let's go now, far away."

"Go to Hogsmeade, there's a Floo network to Diagon Alley."

"Using the previous method, go to France first, and then go to the United States. By then, even if Dumbledore wants to trouble us, it will be too late!"

After all, it was too late to think about why Dumbledore didn't find his professor Gilderoy to wave his wand tonight.

All items in the room start to be packed automatically.

The wardrobe folds automatically, and the calligraphy and paintings float and shrink.

In the blink of an eye, the office became empty.

It's like no one has ever lived there.

Only the two huge suitcases placed in the center of the room proved that there had been traces of people in the room.

"Crack!"

Outside the window, a blue-white light illuminated the pouring rain.

Lockhart was startled by the sudden noise, and subconsciously looked up.

"Ah~"

He stared in horror.

Fear was written all over his face, as if he had seen something terrible!

He seemed to see one face, not two faces!

The dimly lit window just illuminated a figure.

But it was just a flash, and the short-lived brilliance of the lightning illuminated the window, but in the blink of an eye, darkness struck, and the figure disappeared again.

"Huh~"

Lockhart, who was dripping with sweat from his temples, swallowed, and walked stiffly to his suitcase.

He didn't have the courage to open the window and investigate.

He preferred to believe that it was just his illusion.

However, this only made him want to leave.

Pushing open the door, Lockhart seemed to be chasing after him with a dementor behind him. His footsteps were extremely fast, and he almost swept across the corridor in just a few steps.

Go up the spiral staircase.

".Is it all over?"

Suddenly a disembodied voice sounded in his ears.

As a wizard, Lockhart instinctively drew out his wand.

"Who are you? I tell you, Dumbledore is in the castle, if you dare to attack me—"

Before he finished speaking, a red light suddenly attacked from an unknown shadow.

"Bang!" The crisp sound came from the wand falling to the ground, and the sound spread far away, as if he was in a pipe.

"Don't raise your wand at the witch, sir."

There seems to be some kind of dense air slowly floating out in the darkness.

"Also, Dumbledore is not currently at Hogwarts. He is busy explaining to the Ministry of Magic why one of their employees died."

The ethereal, even icy tone was like a sharp knife piercing Lockhart's heart fiercely.

He was breathing heavily and slumped against the suitcase.

"Don't kill me, I'm rich, I'll give you all the manuscripts, I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, you should have heard of it."

"I know you, Mr. Lockhart." A little bit of blue appeared in the darkness through the dense air, and an illusory figure gradually stared at it.

She stepped lightly on the floor shrouded in darkness.

With every step she took, a dark moon appeared beneath her feet.

The dark moon, like a COB lamp, illuminated the figure.

"It begins with your despicable attack on a Bhutanese wizard, with your shameless plagiarism of his story, and with your complete betrayal of the spirit of Ravenclaw."

"Mr. Lockhart, I know you."

Being told his darkest secret, Gildero staggered and fell. He sat on the ground with his head raised, looking at the figure in horror.

It is impossible for anyone to know what he did!
Even St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is currently helpless against the spell damage caused by the permanent amnesia spell.

How did she know!
How did she know! ! !
"The heir of Ravenclaw has returned, Mr. Lockhart!" The figure came calmly.

He saw the four blue arms pointing towards him.

He—his body started to petrify! ! !
"An enemy of the stars, who turns his back on Ravenclaw, shall meet his—destined death!"

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(End of this chapter)