However, the little wizard who was leaning leisurely on the edge of the threshold still crossed his arms and stared at him with a smile.
"Professor, the intensity is not enough. Come again."
"!!!" Lockhart blinked.
"Everything is forgotten!"
"Oh, Professor, you are very good at forgetting spells."
"!!!, forget everything (loudly)."
"You told me so many stories, and there were always conflicts in time. Especially in the textbook you asked us to buy, Vacationing with the Dominatrix, on the day of the final battle, the Daily Prophet wrote Li
The day when the Tajik reporter interviewed you."
"!!!!, forget everything (roaring)."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this reporter Rita's sensitivity is really low, or in other words, she didn't actually read your books carefully?"
"!!!!!, forget everything (super loud)."
"Could it be that you heard your stories from others, or even read them with the Forgetting Curse? After all, the high-end application of the Forgetting Curse is not only about cleaning memories, but it also covers the ability to read memories and forge memories.
.”
"!!!!, forget everything (broken sound)."
Anton took out his ears and looked at Lockhart with some helplessness, "Professor, you must maintain your grace and elegance. The power of the spell will not become more powerful just because you shout loudly. You shout so loudly that I am almost deafened."
Already."
"Impossible!" Lockhart exclaimed and took a step back, looking at Anton in horror.
"I've never failed!"
"Impossible! What method did you use!"
Anton smiled slightly and said, "The Soul Transfer Curse, Professor McGonagall just taught me. It's really useful against you."
"What is the Soul-Transfer Curse?" Lockhart spoke hoarsely. He looked at Anton blankly, and finally sat down on the ground slumped, "It's over, everything is over."
"Yes, if your secret is known to others," Anton chuckled, "will you be ruined? Azkaban? Or the revenge of those powerful wizards who have lost their memory?"
"No, no, no!" Lockhart looked up at Anton, his face full of panic. He looked at Anton pleadingly, "Look at me for teaching you so much, don't, don't tell anyone.
!”
"Then stay, it won't do me any good to tell him." Anton looked at Lockhart steadily.
"Benefits?" Lockhart quickly got up, as if he had found hope, "Yes, if you don't tell me, I can bring you many benefits. For example, I can help you and make you famous.
For new writers, for example, I can introduce you to many big names, and I have a wide network of contacts."
Anton just shook his head lightly.
"You are still young, and you don't understand the benefits of fame and connections. My child, believe me, this is precious wealth." Lockhart spoke hastily, but Anton was still unmoved.
"I have compensated the wizards whose memories I have erased through various channels. I have no money in my hands now. But believe me, the next book and all the proceeds from the next book will be mine."
It’s all for you, it’s a lot of money.”
Anton raised his eyebrows, but remained unmoved.
"What do you want?" Lockhart looked desperate.
Anton smiled slightly, "Time travel is an extremely dangerous thing. I was thinking, if the petrification curse is really released by Neville, why can't I bring more people with me?"
"For example, you are good at changing your memory."
"Time travel?" Lockhart was stunned for a moment.
Anton nodded, "Yes, dangerous and interesting time travel."
He looked at Lockhart with a smile, "You have written so many stories, even if those stories are not your own, but I can feel between the lines that you also long to be a hero, and you also long for a thrilling adventure.
adventure."
"Perhaps you can write a book based on your real experiences in the future?"
"This way you don't have to fill the story with so many meaningless exaggerated words to cover up your ignorance of the people or things in the story."
"That kind of book is the one that truly carries your wisdom. It may make you break away from the status of a general best-selling author and become a scholar with a monograph."
Lockhart swallowed, "A scholar's monograph?"
Anton smiled and nodded.
"Time travel is a dangerous thing. If you are not careful, death can come at any time."
"Professor." Anton stood up straight, and the adult wizard figure behind him withdrew into his body, "You just said something right. Considering that you have taught me so much knowledge, I will not tell it.
"
"This is a serious and sincere suggestion, coming from a student who has been favored by you."
Anton shrugged, "You can think about it."
"I don't force it."
After speaking, he clapped his hands, turned and left.
"Wait a minute." Lockhart chased him out, staring blankly at his back and saying nothing for a long time.
Anton went to the school kitchen and asked the house elves to pack some fruits.
Before it gets completely dark, I plan to go to the school infirmary to visit some poor roommates.
Open the ward door.
Gore kept poking his head out from under the quilt, looking ahead with a horrified expression, and looked directly at Anton.
"!!!"
Anton was almost not frightened, he resisted not taking out his wand and giving this guy a shot.
The other petrified people have different postures. Looking at them, it seems as if they are watching a story.
Draco was sitting on his knees, clenching his hands into fists, lowering his head and crying, his face full of self-blame.
Harry Potter looked like he ran away in panic and fell. He probably hit the ground face first. The frames of his glasses were crooked and one side of his face was squeezed flat.
Filch stretched out his hand, showing his teeth and claws, his eyes widened, and a twisted smile on his face. As if to say, I got you, quack, damn Harry Potter!
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Anton looked at them like this and could imagine a lot of pictures in his mind.
"It's scary, isn't it." Crabbe glanced at them and quickly turned to look elsewhere.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I woke up from a nightmare one day, and when I saw their appearance, I thought I was still in the nightmare."
"Especially that night when the castle was full of weird laughter."
Anton almost laughed out loud.
Crabbe glanced at the fruit basket in Anton's hand, swallowed, and finally shook his head, "I decided to get rid of this habit of wanting to eat everything I see."
As he spoke, he rubbed his belly, "There is nothing inside. Every time the magic medicine makes my internal organs grow a little, it will be particularly painful."
Anton pursed his lips and said, "Madam Pomfrey said it will take another two months for you to fully recover."
Crabbe nodded somewhat dejectedly.
He looked up at the other beds, "Will they be okay?"
Anton raised his eyebrows. Draco had also said this before. It had to be said that although it was a little bad, the relationship between several people was really good.
"We have played together since childhood and have known each other for many, many years. We didn't just meet each other in school."
Carab seemed to have thought of something, and smiled on his face, "Draco's stinking fart is actually very funny, but as long as Goyle and I stand behind him, no one will laugh at us for being stupid."
"Understandable." Anton smiled and sat down next to the hospital bed, took out a banana from the fruit basket, broke it open and ate it himself.
Just like the house elves at Hogwarts, they don't have enough IQ, but they know how to find a suitable position for themselves.
She was sheltered by a powerful and outstanding kid leader, driven by him, and shared his glory.
"Tell me your story?"
Anton looked at him with a smile, "I am very interested in different lives."
Crabbe swallowed, "Although I am very grateful that you came to chat with me, maybe no one will come to visit me except you."
"But!" Crabbe gripped the sheets tightly, "Can you stop eating in front of me, and you still eat so deliciously!"
"Okay." Anton swallowed the banana in one gulp, thought for a while, and broke open an orange.