Scattered moonlight passed through the clouds and scattered evenly on the Armenian forest.
The mottled tree shadows intertwined with the silver-white light curtain, and some lights and shadows seemed to be dancing in the quiet depths.
"Letter from Hogwarts! Thank you Merlin! Gilderoy, you are a wizard!"
The woman sobbed with excitement, and he saw in the woman's eyes overflowing pride and joy far beyond anything he had ever seen before, so much so that he even forgot to ask what Hogwarts was.
"Not going to Slytherin? Then...Ravenclaw!" Hat yelled loudly on top of his head, and there was thunderous applause around him.
"These magics? There are no tricks. I have learned them at home..." A young Slytherin wizard said with an arrogant look.
"Don't show off your little cleverness in front of the Eagle Ring, freshman. You can't fool the Eagle Ring."
Several girls pushed the door open from the inside and looked at the curly-haired boy standing in front of the bronze knocker.
"...How many more excellent scores do I have to get before you can let me join the club?"
"You are very smart." In the Potions Professor's office, the professor who was beginning to gain weight carelessly smoked his pipe, "but the evaluation of 'excellent' is sometimes just a shackle for some wizards. You must at least reach the level of Evans."
To that extent..."
"What are you studying for? Mr. Lockhart... There are more than just first places in life, and no one is an all-rounder."
In the sweet singing of Phoenix, the old wizard with a crooked nose spoke gently, raised his hand and patted his shoulder gently.
"I founded the school newspaper, take a look... my name! In the school newspaper, take a look..."
"Lockhart, one week of confinement! No graffiti on the Quidditch pitch!"
"Breakfast cancelled! Cancelled—Lockhart, get you and your pile of letters out of the Great Hall immediately!"
Amidst the roars of several professors, the overwhelming number of owls dropped their pink letters and left lightly.
A hill of confession letters appeared next to the headmaster's table in Ravenclaw. In the center of the hill, the silver prefect badge on the handsome boy's chest was as bright as his smile, matching the expressions of the people at the headmaster's table not far away.
The gloomy professor is in sharp contrast.
"Death Eaters attacked the Wizarding District of Belfast, and when the Aurors arrived..."
"Who is You-Know-Who? When I graduate, I will defeat him and become the youngest Minister of Magic in history.
"The Dark Mark! Why in Hogwart—where is that bastard Lockhart!?"
Over Hogwarts Castle, a dark green magic mark bloomed in the sky, and then... turned into a huge portrait of a young wizard.
"Mr. Lockhart, the ominous - I see the ominous! If you want to escape Deathwing, you'd better stay away from Hogwarts Castle and the British wizarding world. This is a little bit from Cassandra's great-great-granddaughter
A little advice...ah, I feel something extremely dangerous..."
"The job in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters is very suitable for you. As long as you settle down and work for a few years, you will definitely achieve a great career - but traveling around the world, writing books and biographies, fighting against black magic? These... well, okay
Well, if you still insist-"
Headmaster Ravenclaw saw the pride in his eyes and sighed softly.
"Dear Mr. Lockhart, I am very sorry that your manuscript does not meet the requirements of our publisher."
"Wait a minute, you want to write this into a book and publish it?! The cover should be yours? Don't even think about it. I'm warning you that you'd better immediately——"
In a small town by the Armenian forest, the ugly old wizard drew his wand angrily, but the young man opposite him moved faster than him.
"Everything is forgotten!"
"The story is quite exciting and the response has been very good. The first edition has been sold out!"
"Do you have any other stories? Flourish and Blotts said they are considering setting aside a separate bookshelf for you."
"Everything is forgotten!"
"Everything is forgotten!"
"Hello, dear Mr. Lockhart, we are the editors of The New Quibbler..."
The wooden door was shattered into pieces by a spell like foam, and along with it was the past world of the owner of the house.
"This child... is left to you, comrades from the magical world - now, erase my memory. If one day she can appear openly in front of the world, please remember to help me tell everyone that she is
There once was a beautiful Russian name."
In the huge shadow cast by the Hyperion, the old man holding a pipe smiled brightly.
Behind him, hundreds of Muggle workers and shipyard technicians looked greedily at the giant beast beside them, as if they wanted to imprint it into their dreams.
"Perhaps you don't need me to tell you, please live well, sir. Forget everything."
"The commission is over, you are free now——"
"I volunteer to join—"
"Fulfill your promise, devil from destiny! Please help me take these children out alive!"
"Human beings have reproduced for 250,000 years, but only recently..."
"The black wizards under the foundation are under your control——"
A wizard hidden behind a mask tapped the magic watch on his wrist and said softly.
Voldemort's remnant soul languished under the breath of the three-headed dog, and the surrounding area was in chaos.
The young wizard showed a charming smile to the reporter and waved his hand humbly.
"Hero? No, I'm just a passing author."
Dumbledore is much older: "Peter, why you?" "Let's cast spells together, Gilderoy, you will take the lead -"
"Welcome to the O5 Council, this is your Major Arcana, Mr. Hanged Man."
"The Hanged Man, Tarot, Tarot...ah, here - sacrifice, atonement, continuation of justice..."
In the Hogwarts library, the pages of the book were turned and turned back again.
"This is a multiple choice question, understand? Lockhart!"
The Russian shrew was in a bad mood, but he suddenly had the urge to kiss her.
"Major Arcana, never do multiple-choice questions——"
"Yes, my book "Wandering with Werewolves" is not my personal experience. The prototype of the story comes from an old Armenian wizard. I despicably cast a forgetting spell on him in order to make the book sell better...
"The dazzling flashlight made him almost unable to open his eyes.
"Lockhart? You bastard, it's not your turn to save me yet!"
"You don't even have the strength to stand up now, and you still brazenly say you want to save the werewolves. It's so ridiculous!"
Deep in the dark forest, the moonlight began to become brighter and brighter.
The mist, tree shadows, and moonlight faded together, and finally turned into the conversation a few minutes ago.
"Miss Fool, if you think about it carefully, I have been trying to do something for the past few decades, but the end point is always unfamiliar."
"When I was studying at Hogwarts, I wanted to be the most dazzling star, but instead it turned into a campus nightmare. After graduation, I originally wanted to travel the world and become a great wizard, but the 'Forgetting Curse'
and vanity, made me live a different life. I finally embarked on a great path, but that is not what I saw myself. Miss Fool, do you understand what I mean?"
"Um."
"So, I want to... try to do something that only I can do... something that is right, but not so cost-effective."
"Um?"
"I'm obviously not the person who can change the world - I finally understand that now."
Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief. After seeing Elena and Grindelwald, and getting to know so many great, respectable people who risked their lives to pursue their dreams, he finally understood that he was connected to the brightest star.
What's the difference between them? It's really... too far apart...
"However, I can create time and opportunity for you to make a decision."
"Werewolves gather in this forest. After turning into wolves, they will unconsciously attack the nearest humans."
"I'm not very strong. I can't threaten them under the siege of a group of werewolves, which means they won't run away. Someone must stay here, otherwise all subsequent plans will be useless. I have to try my best.
It may help you leave this possibility open."
"And as the werewolves howl, they will also continuously summon the werewolves hidden nearby. If the tower, the Pope, you, and the Hyperion can gather all the werewolves before dawn... Hugh
The Berlian has arrived, right? With the efficiency of the three of you, we will definitely be able to draw a conclusion before midnight today, whether it is used as a bait for the general attack or to protect the gathering of people, these..."
"What about you? What if I don't come back, or you don't make it to the scheduled time?"
"Don't worry, I can at least run away before I'm bitten to death——"
Lockhart pretended to smile lightly, "There are still people waiting for me to go back. Even if I turn into a werewolf, I will not commit suicide."
"...Before midnight. I will definitely be back anyway."
"good."
…………
At a certain moment, the clouds in the sky drifted away.
This forest glade was bathed in the bright moonlight.
There were terrible roars all around, and the limbs of those sitting quietly by the tree stump began to tremble.
Their heads are elongating, and so are their bodies. Their shoulders are arched, and hair appears on their faces and hands. They are clearly visible in the moonlight. Their hands curl up and deform quickly into claws. Between the ferocious teeth, there seems to be a flicker of light.
A very terrible chill.
"It's begun——"
Lockhart placed a small hourglass at his feet, stood up, and looked around at the horrific purgatory-like scene around him.
"Gilderoy Lockhart, you can also call me - the Hanged Man. Stand still, don't be blown too far."
He raised his wand and pointed it forward.
A strong hurricane appeared out of thin air, repelling all the werewolves that rushed from the front of the hut.