Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting in his study, looking at the revised draft of the new book on the table, frowning, crumpling the parchment and throwing it aside, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
Ever since he suddenly met a few old wizards who behaved strangely at Flourish and Blott Bookstore a few days ago, claiming to be his die-hard book fans and wanting to get in close contact with him, take photos and have a heart-to-heart talk with him, Lockhart has been quite excited these days.
vigilance.
As an idol, Gilderoy Lockhart is very aware of his fan base. His handsome appearance and wonderful and practical magical adventures are all created to satisfy the fantasies of housewives and ignorant young witches.
There may be occasional male book fans, but a group of capable old wizards who are generally in their fifties or sixties are very problematic at first glance - if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost been killed by those wizards of unknown origin.
Got kidnapped.
"Did some guy regain his memory and hire someone to take revenge?"
Gilderoy Lockhart stood up and looked at his works on the bookshelf, running his fingers over the spines of the books one by one.
Although he is omnipotent and has done many amazing things in his "autobiography", in fact most of them are experiences that happened to other wizards. Lockhart just put these stories into
Just on myself.
Of course, this is not as simple as ordinary plagiarism.
In order to ensure that his books sell well, that the stories are as concrete as his own experiences, and that there are no annoying copyright disputes, Gilderoy Lockhart still has a very heavy job.
In addition to collecting folk anecdotes, he also needs to track down wizards with wonderful adventure stories, find their residence, and find ways to get close to them, understand how they do what they do, and then use magic spells
Quickly subdue those guys and carefully erase their memories with the amnesia spell.
However……
If he guessed correctly, he was now being targeted by the same person, and the hunter finally became the prey.
"It seems that I need to hibernate for a while recently..."
Thinking of this, Lockhart's eyes rested on the "Order of Sir Merlin, Third Class" placed in the most conspicuous place in the study.
"If I have the opportunity to go back to Hogwarts to teach, it would be a good choice. With my resume and experience, it is completely enough to teach some little guys who don't understand anything - and no one dares to teach under Albus Dumble
Liduo's hands-on experience and short teaching experience will be very helpful for my future development."
"If you think about it carefully, if you can serve as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you only need to select all my books as the only designated teaching materials. Even if there are no new books for the time being, the sales volume may be higher and more stable..."
Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he finally found a safe way to escape.
If he continues to plagiarize other people's experiences, he will inevitably run the risk of making a mistake. Closing his pen and teaching is undoubtedly the best opportunity for him to wash his hands of himself. He can earn both fame and galleons.
From then on, he could finally live calmly under the sun and no longer had to walk in the shadows of the world.
at this time……
Dude, dunk, dunk.
There was a rhythmic knocking on the door of the living room downstairs.
Accompanied by the voice of a somewhat hoarse old gentleman.
"Hello, dear Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, I am the editor of The New Quibbler..."
!?
This voice seems familiar...
Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes suddenly shrank, he quickly took out his wand and walked to the door.
"Sorry, I don't remember submitting an article to "The Quibbler"!"
"Please open the door, we are just here to talk about the manuscript - our editor-in-chief appreciates your talent."
"Sorry, I have decided to stop writing for the time being!"
"Then at least let us conduct a brief interview and give you a special report."
"I, I'm not very convenient right now... How about we make an appointment tomorrow?"
Gilderoy Lockhart's breathing gradually became a little faster, holding the wand in his hand high, trying to stay calm.
He has made up his mind to pack his bags and travel abroad immediately after these people leave - he will never come back here again in a short time, it is too dangerous.
"..."
Following the wizard's answer, the voices outside the door temporarily became quiet.
Just when Lockhart relaxed a little and thought that his delaying strategy had finally worked, and the other party began to consider giving up temporarily and preparing to interview again tomorrow, he suddenly heard a helpless chuckle coming from outside the door.
"Then, let me confirm for the last time."
Different from the gentleness before, this time there was a hint of competence and danger in his tone.
"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, are you really not going to open the door and have a chat?"
"Sorry, today is really not a good time..." Lockhart swallowed and replied nervously.
"Understood. Please stand back a little, Mr. Lockhart."
"...Wait, wait, what are you going to do?!"
"bombarda maxima!"【Powerful blast】
boom!
Before Gilderoy Lockhart could finish his words, he heard a quick curse sound coming from outside the door. The next moment, the door of his house was like a piece of foam board, broken into several pieces, flew across the living room and landed heavily on the
on the floor.
Behind the smoke and sawdust that filled the sky was a middle-aged wizard covered in a black high-collar windbreaker.
"Really, is it really necessary? I'm just an ordinary family..."
Gilderoy Lockhart looked at the old wizard at the door, sighed helplessly, spread his hands, and tried to force out his hearty smile that had won the "Wizard Weekly Most Charming Smile Award" five times.
"Actually, we can definitely have a more friendly... one forgets everything!"
As a master of the Oblivion Curse, Lockhart was most proud of his ability to cast spells quickly and accurately hit the opponent in small-scale wizard confrontations between his smile and his words.
However……
"Expelliarmus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Armor protection!"
"Silver Shield Guard!"
"All petrified!"
As the beam of the wand in Gerald Lockhart's hand flew out, he heard at least five loud roars from different locations in an instant. Three powerful spells hit him accurately, and Lockhart violently
He flew backwards, hit the armrest of the sofa in the living room, slid down, and curled up on the floor.
As for the wand in his hand, it had already flown high under the spell and landed in the corner by the stairs.