Gilderoy Lockhart was born on January 26, 1964, to a Muggle father and a witch mother.
He also has two sisters, but they are both Muggles. After receiving an owl letter when he was eleven years old, his wizarding talent was finally recognized. Lockhart's mother had no scruples among all her brothers and sisters.
The earth favored him, causing his vanity to grow like a weed.
In their excitement, Lockhart and his mother forgot that Hogwarts was a school for all British and Irish wizards.
So when Lockhart entered the school with other students, he realized that wizarding was just the starting point.
Lockhart was eventually sorted into Ravenclaw.
At the same time, like those outstanding wizards, he also triggered the "hat embarrassment" phenomenon - he was almost sorted into Slytherin.
At the beginning, Lockhart thought that he would become the object of discussion and attention.
Because in his opinion, he was an out-and-out genius with powerful magic. However, as time went by, he quickly realized the cruelty:
There are more and more talented kids here, and no one is impressed by his natural curly hair. Lockhart does have great abilities, and he is smarter than most of his classmates. But his biggest flaw is that he
Not willing to try unless he is the best.
Lockhart can achieve good results, and his teacher also believes that as long as he works hard, he may achieve something in his career.
Although this may not live up to his stated ambitions:
He told other students that one day he would create the Philosopher's Stone, and he planned to lead the England Quidditch team to a historic World Cup victory. In the future, everyone would read the textbooks he wrote, and he would personally end the era of Voldemort, and he would also become
Britain's youngest Minister of Magic.
But that's what Lockhart's vanity is.
He does not study for the sake of education, but to gain attention for himself.
He is eager to gain attention and to win various awards, and he can burst out with admirable energy for this purpose.
He asked Professor Dumbledore to start the school newspaper just to see his name printed in it.
When he saw that these "feats" did not win him any attention, he began to resort to more grandiose and dramatic means.
He once had his name carved into the Quidditch pitch in 20-foot-long letters, which put Lockhart in confinement for a full week;
He once projected his own portrait into the sky like the Dark Mark; on Valentine's Day, he self-directed and sent himself 800 Valentine's Day cards, so much so that the breakfast that day had to be canceled because
There was a lot of owl droppings and feathers falling into the cereal…
There is no doubt that Lockhart's outrageous behavior has aroused the dissatisfaction of many people, even many professors.
In his seventh year, the new Divination professor at Hogwarts angrily made a prediction: Lockhart's future is filled with disturbing darkness, and he may encounter great misfortune before he is thirty.
From then on, he was forever bound to a small narrow space and could not leave.
Of course, the divination professor who joined the school when Lockhart was in seventh grade was not targeting Lockhart alone.
This seems to be the teaching style of the descendant of Cassandra Trelawney. She almost never made any relaxing predictions.
The second year was also the second year after Voldemort's fall.
Lockhart also graduated from Hogwarts, and the whole school breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps he was subconsciously resisting the fate spoken by the "Master of Prophecy" - after all, that was the teacher personally invited by Professor Dumbledore.
After leaving school, Lockhart did not look for a stable job like other graduates. Instead, as a writer, he traveled to various exotic places in the world, and discovered the Forgetting Curse in the process.
Wonderful uses outside of textbooks:
[Trick accomplished wizards and witches into revealing their greatest deeds, and then erase their memories and claim them as your own.]
From then on, Lockhart would write a book every time he returned to England, telling the heroic deeds of others.
Because of those so-called "deeds", Lockhart received many awards as he wished. He became a moderately accomplished writer, was invited to become an honorary life member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, and even received the Merlin Award from the Order of Merlin.
Order of the Knight Legion 3rd Class.
As his fame and prestige grew, Lockhart gradually began to feel uneasy.
After the book "Breaking with the Ghost" was successfully published, Lockhart did not continue his journey of "collecting stories". Instead, he bought a bunch of tools and books about household magic and magical animals, and wrote them piecemeal.
"Gilderoy Lockhart teaches you how to rid your home of pests", and after the publication of this book, Lockhart originally planned to write the autobiographical novel "Magical Me", but...
…
Everything, everything, was completely dissolved into that strange and bizarre new world when there was a knock on the door of his house that afternoon.
…………
Deep in the Armenian jungle.
In the dangerous and depressing atmosphere, the bright and relaxed laughter seemed a bit out of place.
Lockhart leaned back on the chair to recover for a while, and the smile reappeared on his handsome face.
During the "torture" process that night, no matter whether it was the Cruciatus Curse, beatings, or threats, it seemed that nothing could erase the confident and charming smile on the face of the blond wizard, so that even the werewolf wizard who was the caster of the spell could not erase it.
They all couldn't help but feel a little admiration in their hearts.
"Didn't you find that answer yourself? Ms. McIntosh—"
Lockhart looked at the middle-aged woman with a smile, blinked flexibly, and said in a relaxed tone.
"Yes, this is the hope of you, everyone in the room...and everyone outside."
"If this hope really exists, I can't find any reason to convince myself to deny it and destroy this precious hope."
"As I said before, lycanthropy is a magical disease. It is not a curse, but a disease that can be overcome. Its transmission route and symptoms are very clear - through the contact of saliva and blood, it spreads among people.
It spreads in a medium-sized environment and occurs in extremely fixed environments.”
"Lying is very easy, but after a lie, it takes a hundred times more effort to re-establish trust..."
"Trust?! Stop saying stupid things. Do you think you are the protagonist of the novel?"
Antilicia McIntosh sneered and interrupted somewhat roughly.
"This is the first time I've heard that someone cares about the trust of a werewolf. When we transform into wolves, we don't even trust ourselves."
"Well, I can generally understand how you feel." Lockhart shrugged, "But the trust we are talking about is different. It is like going to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. If the patient does not believe in the treatment,
If the patient is a therapist, then the treatment process will become very difficult - and if it is some extremely complex and dangerous disease, the cost of lack of trust will be too high, and it will be dangerous for both the patient and the therapist."
"Ah--"
At this moment, a wizard standing behind McIntosh let out a disdainful sneer.
"So you want to tell us that the werewolf antidote is stored in Gringotts's vault and is clearly priced at 500 gold galleons a bottle?"
"No, the 500 gold galleons is the registration fee, and the specific treatment is elsewhere."
Lockhart replied politely, not paying any attention to the livid expressions of the werewolf wizards around him.
"Then, dear Mr. Lockhart," the werewolf wizard suppressed his anger, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "can you tell us, what exactly did you buy with these five hundred gold galleons? If
If that thing is neither a magic potion nor a magic spell..."
"Patient qualifications. Believe me, it's very cheap."
Lockhart turned his head to look at the man, shrugged, and answered very seriously.
"As for more treatment details, I'm sorry, I have no comment at the moment -"
"That's enough! Shut up! Do you think we are all idiots?!"
The werewolf wizard roared viciously, roaring furiously while looking at his companions around him.
"I've had enough, don't you understand? This bastard is just entertaining us! Five hundred gold galleons or something, he knows we can't afford such an expensive price - this can even be bought on the black market for nearly
I’ve been taking wolfsbane potion for half a year! It was a mistake for me to come here!”
"You can get a loan from Gringotts. Those goblins can keep accounts. A wizard's credit loan is worth five hundred gold galleons..."
Lockhart raised his finger and explained seriously.
Although the business lines of the Destiny Group are different, Gringotts falls within the sphere of influence of "Miss Fool".
However, as one of the Major Arcana, Lockhart still understands some new policies. And with Gringotts' loan records, the werewolves as debtors can definitely get the care of the goblins as long as they can still move...
…The last thing Gringotts lacks is work.
"Oh, shut up!"
But before he could finish his words, Antilicia McIntosh raised her left hand and slapped him in the face. Lockhart and his chair flipped over and hit the wall of the cabin.
, in an instant, the originally irritable atmosphere in the room cooled down again.
The other werewolf wizards in the room looked at the middle-aged witch in awe, and even the roaring werewolf wizard was startled.
However, the next moment, they saw the middle-aged witch grab Lockhart's shirt with her right hand and lift his entire body with one hand.
"Argus is right, you are a liar..."
Antilicia McIntosh glanced at Lockhart, turned around and threw him hard towards the door.
"Go away! Before we change our minds, as for the gold galleons - when I have raised enough, I will naturally come to you. Now this is no place for a guy like you. If you don't want to die miserably, hurry up and get it
Take your wand and roll as far as you want."
Lockhart's body was not strong to begin with, and after enduring a long period of torture, he became even more weak.
Pushed by the strange force of the werewolf witch, he was thrown out of the forest cabin without any resistance. After staggering for several steps, he fell at the foot of the steps.
He looked around, maybe because of the movement on their side, or maybe because the "time" was coming soon. The area around this forest glade, which was not too wide, had become blurry at some point. Compared with what he had seen before,
By that time, there were at least twice as many people.
Because the sky was too dark, Lockhart could not clearly see the expressions and faces of the spectators surrounding him.
However, judging from the appearance of the figures around who are of different heights, some are tall and straight, some are slender, some are stooped...
Lockhart put his left hand on the muddy ground and stood up awkwardly.
"Sorry, I'm not going anywhere-"
In the eyes of all the werewolves looking at them like crazy people, Lockhart showed a tired smile, walked to the steps at the door of the cabin and sat down.
"So...I understand, are you here to seek death? Mr. Lockhart?"
"Seeking death? No, no, no. I am most afraid of death."
Gilderoy Lockhart did not look back, and said while cleaning the mud stuck to his body.
"I'm here to save you. By the way... prepare a pretty good birthday gift for yourself. If you have read the books I wrote carefully, you will know that in a few hours, I will be 29 years old.
Well, celebrating your birthday alone is not a good sign."