The sky in the distance turned pale, and scattered smoke began to rise over the town.
No one knew that in the dense forest less than five kilometers away from the town, nearly a hundred werewolves were rapidly shedding their fur as dawn came, curling up weakly on the ground, silently looking at the wizards not far away - they
Maybe there won't be any fear of life, but it's hard to say more.
Although most werewolves lose their minds during the period of lycanthropy, they still will not forget what they have experienced after returning to human form.
As the Aurors arrived, many people gradually realized that they had fallen into a carefully designed trap.
However, even those werewolf wizards did not have any thoughts of fighting to the death at this time.
A small part of the reason is mainly due to the fact that there is no immediate danger to their lives... Since those Aurors did not choose to kill them when they were in wolf form, it is even more impossible to do something to them after they returned to their human form.
What an inhumane execution.
And more reasons came from the British wizard who was confronting the Aurors.
"Oh no, Mr. Lockhart, you can't do this..."
The local Auror of the Swiss Ministry of Magic shook his head and said nervously.
"This is different from what we said before. The ministers haven't come back yet, so you can't just leave like this."
"Actually, I can-"
Gilderoy Lockhart replied with a smile, looking at the young Auror with freckles on his face with interest.
"If I remember correctly, the ministers of magic of each country said before leaving that I will be solely responsible, right?"
Lockhart said as he casually took half a step forward.
Following his movements, the Aurors surrounding him subconsciously took a small step back.
Gilderoy Lockhart looked around, scanning the Aurors holding their wands one by one.
"Obviously, I can't wait endlessly for any reply in the cold forest. The most important thing is that if I insist on leaving, the only person the wand in your hands may threaten is you - pull out the wand and just
It means risking your life."
"Perhaps not many people remember this ancient truth now, but it will not disappear. Do you have this awareness?"
Under his gaze, the Aurors swallowed, looked at each other and slowly put down their wands.
You know, just a few hours ago, hundreds of Aurors witnessed with their own eyes how he defeated - oh no, or to be more precise - should "play" hundreds of vicious lycanthropes in a flip of his hands.
, and it seems that he is deliberately holding back his strength.
No one will forget the fierce fire that suddenly broke out when they first arrived in this clearing, the fire of death that could easily kill everyone.
Even though "Mr. Writer" was not holding a magic wand in his hand at this time, there was no sign of anger.
However, the bright and calm smile on Lockhart's face and his leisurely attitude were more intimidating than any spell at this time.
"Looks like we've reached a consensus, right?"
Lockhart clapped his hands gently and said cheerfully.
"I declare that tonight's vigil has ended perfectly, no new wolfsbane patients have appeared - you can get off work, gentlemen."
"But……"
A French Auror hesitated for a few seconds and glanced at the werewolves huddled in the woodland.
"These werewolves, if you leave, what should you do with them-"
"Disposal? What do you plan to do to these unarmed and defenseless innocent victims?"
Lockhart raised his eyebrows, stared meaningfully at the French Auror who took the initiative to speak, and asked softly.
"If there is no problem with my memory, in my impression, there should be no law in the wizarding world in Europe that says that being a werewolf is a punishable crime. The night of the full moon has just ended, at least for the next
For a month, they were no different from normal people. I don’t think anyone in this forest has any reason to be arrested on unfounded charges. Is my point clear?”
"Or is there something strange about my grammar that some of you can't understand?"
"I've told you the solution. As for whether you should do this or not..."
Lockhart's eyes swept over the Aurors, recalling Mr. "Tower"'s way of speaking, and his tone rose slightly.
"Just like these years, the choice has always been in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, hasn't it? Any choice you make, countless right and wrong subtle choices, has shaped the current magical world - whether it is good or bad, but
The final reality will eventually be borne by you..."
"Sorry, excuse me, I really have to leave as soon as possible..."
Lockhart glanced at the wizards who were gradually dispersing, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and walked forward steadily.
As the "former" leader of the wizards in black, although his strength has improved slightly, it is obviously still far behind last night's performance. The only exception - that was performed by Dumbledore and Grindelwald
The "magic show" of joining forces - if they really fight, the secret will be exposed instantly.
However, judging from the current situation, he has obviously successfully acquired the image of a "magical supernova".
When it comes to bluffing and pretending to be powerful, Lockhart considers himself to be at least one of the top three wizards in the magic world today.
At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded from behind everyone.
"Wait, wait a moment! Mr. Lockhart."
Lockhart stopped, his heart tightening suddenly, and he quietly held the wand in his arms with his right hand.
"Um?"
He didn't turn around and snorted casually.
Under the gaze of all the wizards, among the weak werewolves, a middle-aged woman stood up unsteadily, holding on to the tree stump.
"Werewolves, I mean, can lycanthropy really be cured?"
"Are the stories you told last night true, or are they just fairy tales made up to delay time?"
Cure werewolves?
Do these stupid werewolves still believe in such unrealistic things?
The Aurors in the forest exchanged funny looks and were about to laugh and ridicule.
"Existence, I said...miracles and magic will always exist -"
"but--"
Lockhart whispered inscrutably, and the light golden morning sun just passed through the woods and shone on his lavender wizard robe.
"...you have to pay."
"Go to Gringotts. Any Gringotts bank will do."
"The goblins at Gringotts will tell you the answer, and if they ask, just say - you're a fan of Gilderoy Lockhart. For my sake, you should be able to get to that hospital in Austria.
As for whether you trust doctors or not, that's your question."
"But let me declare in advance that if one day you decide to give up your identity as a 'human being'..."
"Or maybe someone forces you to be unable to be a 'human being'..."
Lockhart pulled out his wand and waved it carelessly in mid-air.
The last trace of Grindelwald's magic left in the leaves, mud, huts, and puddles was completely activated by his magic.
Powerful magic waves swept through the forest, dancing in the morning light like golden fireflies.
"At that time, I will hunt myself -"
…………
After a while, the edge of the small town of Tesafdzo.
Lockhart looked around, looking at the still peaceful town, and finally felt relieved.
No matter what "performance plans" he has in the future, at least his mission today is temporarily over.
"Okay, phew... now there's only one last step left."
Lockhart took a few deep breaths, took steps, and walked towards the residence of an old wizard who was wearing poor clothes.
In fact, he felt more nervous now than when he had just faced off and acted in front of hundreds of Aurors and senior officials from the Ministry of Magic.
After all, according to the young lady's previous description, the Russian shrew directly brought a Remington over and threatened to teach a guy who wanted to be a hero a lesson. Although Lockhart was confident that his life was not in danger, his skin was still in danger.
Hard work and so on are mostly unavoidable.
The most important thing is that before the accident last night, he made an appointment with the shrew to have dinner together that night.
Gilderoy Lockhart knew very well the dangers of breaking an appointment with a Russian lady.
Well……
It looks like this now...
Doesn't it seem like there is any hope of survival?
Standing outside the old Hash's door, Lockhart looked at the wizard's robes that he had finally cleaned with magic.
After thinking for half a second, he quickly squatted down, grabbed the soil from the flower bed next to him, wiped it on his clothes, and put some dust and stains on his face. It looked as if he had just experienced an extremely fierce fight.
Finally, use magic to clean off the dirt on your hands.
Well, that should be enough, right?
Lockhart swallowed.
He raised his hand and knocked tentatively on Lao Hash's wooden door.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
Bang!
Bang, bang!
At this moment, a series of explosions sounded like cannon fire from above the door eaves.
Fireworks, ribbons, and glittery paper floated down from above.
The door opened slightly.
Arkhipovna held an ugly-looking cake and looked at the big liar covered in dirt outside the door.