The person who tied him to the chair turned out to be Professor Snape's female werewolf assistant Gillian Nicklaus.
"Gilderoy Lockhart!"
The old wizard Fiennes sat on the desk opposite the chair, playing with a green apple and staring at Lockhart with a faint look, "I heard that you are good at digging out some secrets from other people's heads?"
Lockhart struggled hard, but the vines on his body became tighter and tighter, suffocating him. "It's all... in the past..."
Fiennes turned to look at Gillian, who just shook her head at him, "I think Mr. Lockhart, who used to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, will know not to struggle in the devil's net.
The vines of the devil's net will unravel automatically."
Lockhart was stunned for a moment and quickly stopped struggling. Sure enough, after a while, the tight rattan on his body loosened a little automatically.
But only a little, after all, this terrifying plant is being controlled by the Gillian Witch.
"Very well, I think I have something to trouble you." The old wizard Fiennes lowered his head and stared at Lockhart on the chair, "You should know that many witch hunters suddenly appeared in Europe, and I need someone to help me follow the clues.
Pull them out one by one from the dark corners."m
"No!" Lockhart screamed in horror, "We all know that those people were sent by the Dark Lord. Dumbledore also said that keeping these people may also have some promoting effects. I can't offend the Dark Lord at the same time.
And Dumbledore!"
"Yeah?"
Fiennes chuckled, gently caressed the green apple in his right hand with his left hand, and gently pulled out an off-white worm from a hole in it.
He looked at the bug and then at Lockhart, "Don't think this bug is very ordinary. It is a potion bug that I cultivated by imitating Anton's tickling charm. It combines magic spells, potions and magical animals.
The high-end techniques and the medicinal insects prepared by one’s own hands.”
"Listen, I'm going to let this bug crawl into your mouth and you're going to start laughing, and then you have to hold it in."
As he spoke, he gestured to the vines on Lockhart's body with his lips, "Otherwise, as soon as you move, the devil's net will get tighter and tighter, and in the end you will have no choice but to die in happiness."
"Don't scare me!" Lockhart looked at Fiennes with wide eyes, "I'm not scared! This is Hogwarts, a place protected by Professor Dumbledore. You can't kill me here!"
The old wizard Fiennes thought for a while and nodded, "That's right. Let's do this. We don't need the devil's net. We only feed you this bug. It will make you laugh out loud when you are about to recite the spell."
"Well, it's just that you can't cast spells anymore. You don't know any magic anyway!"
"Of course, don't expect anyone to ask for help. Just mention it and it will make you laugh."
"Everyone will just think you are crazy."
Lockhart swallowed and looked at the bug in Fiennes' hand in horror, "Don't...don't..."
Yes, he is a weakling.
But it doesn't mean that he is willing to give up the ability to release magic.
Fiennes chuckled, stood up, held the insect and slowly brought it close to Lockhart's mouth, "Then, tell me, I plan to ask you to help find all the witch hunters. Can you
Help me do this?"
"I know you can!"
"No one would be better at something like this than you!"
As the bug in Fiennes' hand got closer and closer, Lockhart finally couldn't hold it any longer.
He screamed in panic and struggled, and the devil's net on his body strangled him again, bit by bit into his flesh. He knew that the devil's net was just an ordinary magical plant now, but it was not a common magical plant in the history of wizards.
Do you know how many people have died at the hands of this thing?
Fiennes didn't know whether he dared to kill him or not. He only knew that he was about to die.
"I promise!"
"I promise!"
he shouted.
The bug in Fiennes' hand had already touched his mouth. It was soft and slightly fluffy, and it was particularly disgusting when it touched the skin on his face.
"real?"
"real!"
"Really? Are you really willing to take the initiative to help us kill those witch hunters?" The old wizard stared at Lockhart.
Lockhart nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, I do!"
"very good!"
Fiennes flipped his fingers, and the insect suddenly disappeared. Gillian on the side also waved her wand to close the devil's net that she didn't know where she hid.
"Awesome!" Fiennes patted Lockhart's shoulder lightly and placed the apple in his hand on Lockhart's audience, "Then go pack up and bow, we are ready to go."
"Ah?" Lockhart was stunned for a moment. He originally planned to take the opportunity to secretly seek asylum from Anton. Hearing this, he looked at Fiennes blankly, "Now...now?"
Fiennes nodded, "Yes, Professor Snape is waiting for our help now!"
He sighed worriedly, "There will always be some problems that killing and potions can't solve. He needs the help of his companions!"
"Oh, it's really great." Lockhart looked at the green apple in his hand that was full of insect holes, felt a little disgusted and put it aside, and then stood up.
"Perhaps I should write to Ms. Hannah and say, Alex, you know, I am serving Anton and am a vital navigator."
Fiennes sneered, "You? I don't think you can be of much help."
"Don't look down on me. You must understand that you are asking me for help now. I am very useful!" Lockhart looked at Fiennes angrily. Seeing the bug appear in his hand again, he couldn't help but shrink his head, "Okay.
Well, okay, I can write to Ms. Hannah to ask for leave, whether it is the Navigator or the "Wizard Events" affairs, I need to arrange them."
Fiennes nodded, "Then you have to take a longer leave. After we kill those witch hunters and Barty Jr., we have to go to America to kill Voldemort."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "!!!" Lockhart was shocked. He looked at Fiennes in disbelief, "Are you crazy?!!!"
Fiennes just smiled and provoked the little bug in his palm, "I was indeed crazy. I didn't choose to act directly with Severus. I regret it. I want to help my best friend!"
Not only him, but also Gillian, and Filch who was standing at the door of Lockhart's office. The caretaker of Hogwarts, a wizard who had the ability to cast spells under the dual influence of Voldemort and Anton, also planned to
My good friend Severus helped.
"It's unbelievable!" Lockhart shook his head, sat down at his desk, pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a letter quickly. He must find time to escape from these madmen.
"It's very interesting, isn't it?" Fiennes' lips curled up slightly, "Voldemort became the Speaker of the Magic Congress and another Dumbledore. And Severus and the rest of us became the ones wreaking havoc in America.
And the murderous Dark Lord and Death Eaters."
"Tsk~"
"Stimulate!"
Fiennes laughed louder and louder, "Oh, to be honest, I don't know how happy I am to make such a determination."
Lockhart didn't feel happy, he just thought these people were crazy.
The quill in his hand was writing and drawing quickly, secretly filling in some obscure content into the text. I believe that Anton, who had been taught by him, could see the information between the lines - I was kidnapped! Save me!
"what are you writing?"
Gillian frowned and looked at Lockhart, pulling out the letter paper on his desk.
"Oh, it was the advice I originally planned to give to Anton." Lockhart smiled brightly, "Although I can't teach Anton anything about spellcasting, I have extremely rich experience and I know too much.
Things can help him."
When he saw Fiennes looking over, he had to stop showing off and explained, "Change the environment. You know, Anton and the others plan to transform the moon's environment. There is an ancient tribe on the African continent that is good at doing such a thing."
"They turned the dry and hot valley into an oasis with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and built a small hidden town in the boundless desert. The most important method was weather spells."
"Weather spell?" Fiennes raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue, "Casting a weather spell on the moon?"
"Yes!" Lockhart picked up his bangs in a very coquettish manner, "You can create weather out of thin air. You can do it in the desert, on the moon. Well, I mean, maybe Anton can do it!"
Fiennes took the letter from Gillian and read it. He groaned, frowned and looked at Lockhart, "It seems that Anton really needs you too."
He hesitated a little.
But in the end, he shook the letter paper in his hand under Lockhart's expectant expression, "Well, please write in more detail!"