At Love's suggestion, Lovegood turned on "Splatoon" mode and frantically spoke ill of "Tom" who was right in front of him.
But Rolf Scamander, who was far away in the world, turned out to be a perfect student and was almost praised as a flower in his mouth.
Luo Fe almost laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. If he didn't have a tape recorder at hand, he would have recorded it for him and played it to him repeatedly in the future.
But the young man still kept his temper and did not reveal his identity. After all, the identity of the witch named Downs was unknown, and she might also have a fake name.
At this moment, a group of wizards surrounded a wizard and strode over.
The wizard was wearing a blue cloak and flipped up his neatly styled curly blond hair. When he passed by Rolf and the others, he winked wildly at Downs with his blue eyes.
"Don't worry, as long as I, Lockhart, am here, you don't have to be afraid of any dark wizard. Even if the person who robbed you today is the Dark Lord, I will make sure he never comes back!"
Under the influence of magic, Lockhart's voice resounded throughout the train, and many of his fans came out of the carriage to cheer and applaud him.
Surrounded by everyone, Lockhart came to the door of the train. He shook his cloak, waved his hand and said:
"Sober up that bottle of Burgundy for me. I'll be right back."
Lockhart held a wand and strode out of the train, as if he was really ready to challenge seven or eight dark wizards alone.
Downs couldn't help laughing: "It seems someone is going to deal with those dark wizards!"
"Show off!" Lovegood curled his lips and said: "When he is caught, won't he be a hostage? He still has to pay for his ransom, what a fool!"
Lovegood seems to naturally dislike people who are better looking than him.
Rove turned and walked into his car. He was going to take a look at the excitement. Downs and Lovegood also followed, and the three of them crowded near the window.
All the lights were turned on, illuminating an open space not far away like daylight.
Lockhart held a wand and rushed towards the masked dark wizard alone.
The leader of the wizard blocked his way, shouted loudly, and stammered: "I am a Death Eater... fight... rob... leave 10,000... Galleons, spare your life!"
Lockhart laughed loudly and said: "How dare a blind thing touch the train I'm riding on? Look at me defeating you Death Eaters today."
The dark wizard raised his wand and shot out a beam of white light, hitting Lockhart in the chest. He remained motionless, looking up to the sky and laughing.
Lockhart raised his wand, and the dark wizard trembled as if struck by lightning, his body was like a sieve, and then he flew backwards.
He lay on the ground, twitched twice, and seemed to have passed out.
Another short wizard ran over and shouted: "Collapse."
Lockhart dodged easily. He waved his hand far away and said with a cool smile: "Get away!"
The short wizard seemed to be injured by invisible magic. He spun several times in the air and fell far away.
He lay on the ground, raised his arm and pointed at Lockhart, and said in a trembling voice:
"Who on earth are you... I have never seen a wizard as powerful as you! You are simply more powerful than Dumbledore!!"
Lockhart stretched out his palm, patted his chest, and said loudly:
"Remember, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, a third-class member of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Alliance Against Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award...but I don't talk about that.
Come on, I didn’t defeat you with a smile!”
The group of dark wizards turned and ran away. Lockhart turned to the express train and waved, while countless witches cheered heartily.
"This acting is too fake." Lovegood shook his head. He is a master at making up stories, so he can naturally tell that it is all an ensemble cast.
"Yeah." Downs crossed his arms and commented in a professional manner: "The actors we hired are really unprofessional."
Rolf also shook his head. Lockhart's creativity was good, but it was a pity that his acting skills were a bit poor.
It's very similar to a domestic movie...the movements are stiff and the lines are awkward. It's not as natural as the island country, and it's not as simple and crude as the European and American ones.
But I have to say that Lockhart's appearance is pretty good. If Lovegood or Snape had performed this kind of performance, it would have given people a vulgar and greasy feeling.
Since the so-called robbers were all actors invited by Lockhart, Rove suddenly lost interest and said:
"I'm going to bed. You all should go back to your compartments."
"Tom, where is your grandpa?" Downs looked around, and finally her eyes rested on the black box on the bed. She asked, "Didn't you say you came here with your grandpa?"
"He went to the restaurant to buy late-night snacks." Luofu replied casually.
The witch twitched her lips.
At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the distance, and someone in the corridor shouted heartbreakingly: "Dead people, dead people..."
"..."
Downs suddenly turned pale and her whole body became tense. She turned around and ran away. After thinking for a while, Luofu picked up his black suitcase and followed him out.
Arriving in a strange carriage, Rolf saw a wizard lying on the ground.
He was about forty years old, of medium build, with broad shoulders and curly black hair. He was lying stiffly on the floor, his lifeless eyes staring straight at the faded ceiling.
He clenched his fists and spread his arms. There was a look of horror on his stiff face, indicating that he had endured a painful struggle before his death.
The other one is a witch, not dead yet, but has passed out, with green rashes all over her body, floating in the air.
A middle-aged wizard strode over. He had dark brown hair and thick eyebrows, and a pair of sharp eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses.
He was just walking with a slight limp, but he was still walking vigorously. He shouted: "Therapist, is there a therapist on the train?!"
A therapist on the train ran over. He bent down to check the witch's injuries. He checked for a while, shook his head and said:
"Poisoned, but this kind of poison is not something I'm familiar with... Her respiratory organs are about to fail. She should be sent to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic now, but it's probably too late."
At this time, surrounded by the crowd, Lockhart came over. He heard that there was an attack in the carriage and came to check.
"Let me see, I'm an excellent therapist too."
Lockhart pretended to squat down, first checked the witch's pupils, and then touched the witch's hot head. He shook his head and said decisively:
"It must have been a poison that killed her... most likely an African tree snake bite, which I have treated many times.
It's a pity that I wasn't here just now, dealing with those dark wizards, I could have saved her..."
Lockhart's words made the wizards present look even darker.
"Maybe I can take a look."
A crisp voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone turned to look, and a young man with clear eyes said seriously:
