Chapter 205: Self-Cultivation of the Film King

Lockhart is very depressed now. He was acting well in the past, and even he himself almost believed that he was no longer Gilderoy Lockhart. But who knew, his good show had just started, and the director tore up the script!

Back then, because of the stimulation of Maca, Lockhart finally found his own direction in life after being confused for a period of time.

Whether it's supplementing magic knowledge from scratch, or rehabilitating and not using the Oblivion Curse indiscriminately, all of this is because he wants to have an adventure story that truly belongs to him.

In order to have enough time to replenish his strength, he even chose to throw away all the false reputations in the past, stay away from the hustle and bustle of the magic world, and lived peacefully in the Muggle world for more than a year.

To say that Lockhart's talent is actually very good, he is not only a little clever, but also very good at making plans. However, the vanity he developed since he was a child made him unable to persevere and work hard—because he felt that since he might not be able to be the top one, he might as well not do it.

Yet, he craved attention for himself.

When he was a student at Hogwarts, he did all kinds of stupid things in order to get attention. For example, he once tried his best to win various awards, although his small tricks were always seen through; another example, he once applied to the principal to start a school newspaper, but this was just to let everyone see his name. on newspaper……

After all kinds of ideas failed, he even tried his best to create a spell of his own, projecting his own portrait into the sky above Hogwarts like the Dark Mark.

He's pretty sure it was the first time he'd gotten so involved in something—though it didn't help.

Now, when he was finally awakened by Maca and made up his mind to study magic, he picked up many spells that he had learned before and became unfamiliar with soon after, and firmly imprinted them in his mind.

It was boring practice over and over again, yes, this feeling... It was exactly the same as practicing repeatedly day and night in order to use the Oblivion Charm well.

When Maca sent him a letter inviting him to participate in a certain project, he set off to find Maca without saying a word. On the way, his mind was full of beautiful visions for the future.

I, Gilderoy Lockhart, am I finally going to be a celebrity of a generation? Can I finally write an adventure story that really belongs to me?

He was so excited about it that he even forgot about the danger.

He was originally a Ravenclaw, but at that time, he even thought that he was already a brilliant and brilliant Gryffindor for his blood!

Lockhart still clearly remembers that on the morning when the second project of the Triwizard Tournament started, he drank the first Polyjuice Potion that Maca prepared for him in one gulp, and then calmly went to Hogwarts Breakfast was served in the auditorium.

I'm Maca McLean right now... that's right, that McLean who is expressionless all day long! He bet that his acting skills have already broken through the sky, not even that professor from Durmstrang Can feel the slightest problem.

But... this old guy, how long is he going to be nagging at the side? In a few moments, Barty Jr. dressed as Barty Crouch is coming to find him!

Or, why hasn't that guy come yet?

He can't wait to go to the venue of the competition immediately,

Forcibly drag Little Barty here!

No, he can't show an anxious expression. This will make him show his feet and turn his wonderful performance into a bubble. He must be calm and calm...

As if Merlin had heard his inner calling, not long after the long-winded Professor Orson left, Little Barty appeared!

Hey - this kid's acting skills are not bad! Lockhart looked at Barty Crouch, whom he played so well, and thought excitedly, Next, it's time for... Mike What did Ryan say before? Hmm... Mutual acting skills?

He pretended not to see little Barty, picked up the napkin next to the dinner plate and wiped his mouth with a very natural movement, and then stood up the fake box beside the table.

McLean, the game is about to start... As a warrior, you should enter the field and prepare as soon as possible. Of course, Barty Jr. is very familiar with his father—it's this prudish appearance, which can't be wrong.

Oh, of course - I'm planning to go there now! Lockhart nodded reservedly. Mr. Crouch, aren't you sick? Are you okay?

—Yes, absolutely yes! That's what McLean smells like when he talks!

Don't worry, it's all right now. I've let... well, Wetherby go back. Little Barty said in a business-like manner with a tense face.

——Yes, that old man can't always remember Percy Weasley's name, is he dementia?

Please! The warriors are already at the resting place...

Little Barty said one last sentence, then turned around and walked out of the gate of the auditorium first.

——Yes, you have to twist your crotch when you walk, and treat yourself as one! Wait... damn it, if the old man gave it, where did I come from?

The two Xibei who also drank the compound decoction had the same rich and colorful inner activities. One of them is eager to win the praise of the master, and the other is determined to win the honor, so both of them are trying their best to play the role, and they will never slack off for a moment.

Mr. Crouch, I think... there is something we must talk about first...

——The main show is about to begin! What about the soundtrack? Where is my exclusive bgm?

...Yes, about this 'riot'. Lockhart tried to make his voice magnetic, gloomy and charming.

What are you talking about? What 'riot'? Barty Jr. turned his head, frowning and showing a puzzled look, as if he really didn't understand.

Stop acting, no one here can hear - we have to talk, before it goes wrong! Lockhart imitated the arrogant way Maca and Little Barty talked that night, Understood?

I don't know what you're talking about... Little Barty frowned even tighter, pretending to be inexplicable.

right! It's now! Now! ——Lockhart shouted in his heart, quickly pulled out the wand from his sleeve, and pressed it against Little Barty's abdomen.

I don't know what I'm talking about? Then do you want me to recall it for you, huh? Lockhart tilted his neck and squinted at the other party, The minibus—

Enough! That's enough! Little Barty suddenly lowered his shoulders and lowered his voice, Don't call me by my name here! Okay, let's talk first, let's talk... this way... ...

--liquid! It worked! I am the king of film and television in the magic world! I am the winner of the bafta ① best actor award in the British wizarding world!

After living in seclusion in the colorful Muggle world for a year and a half, Lockhart was like an authentic Muggle wearing a wizard's skin.

Avoiding the occasional students passing by along the way, Lockhart followed Barty Jr. to the rose garden on the side of the castle.

Okay, then I'll make a long story short— Little Barty leaned close to Lockhart and whispered, I've already prepared the Chimera beast in the maze according to the owner's instructions, and you can go in later. From now on, find Harry Potter as soon as possible, and then find a way to bring him there!

When the time is right, you can use that spell to activate the curse on the Chimera, and then...

Barty Jr. speaks very fast, but Lockhart's hand speed, which he has trained for many years, is not slow.

Damned!

There was a sudden flash of fire between the two people who were very close, and Little Barty's words were immediately interrupted. Then, his eyes widened like that, and he collapsed on the ground in disbelief and passed out.

Done!

Lockhart clapped his hands happily, and grinned habitually, revealing a pair of neat white teeth.

But he still seemed uneasy. In order to be safe, he stretched out his wand and added a stun spell to little Barty, and then took the other party secretly into the Forbidden Forest...

When Lockhart was in school, the Forbidden Forest was a place where students were not allowed to enter at will. Now, although he was a lot bolder—he even dared to confront the Death Eaters, but once he put aside his vanity, he was still a little timid.

Lockhart didn't go too deep, so he stayed at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, calmly waiting for Maca's appearance.

One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed... yes, the game should be over, right? So, is McClain coming?

However, time passed by little by little, and soon it was dark, but there was not even the slightest movement in the forest.

Where did he go? Why hasn't he come?

It's still very cold at night recently, and the dense canopy can't cover the howling cold wind. Soon, Lockhart was so cold that his teeth were chattering and he was shivering.

He rubbed his arm, and from time to time, he would add a stun spell to little Barty-Merlin! It was the first time he felt what it was like to be cold and hungry.

In his writer career, he has used this word more than once, but until now, he has not understood the true feeling of this word!

Maybe... this is also a part of the adventure story? Lockhart sneezed, shrunk his head again, and then gritted his teeth and gave little Barty another shot, fainted!

If so, bear with it! In order to make future works more exciting, this kind of material is also necessary!

Ah-choo— He sneezed again, then leaned weakly against the tree trunk, It's really not that easy to be a hero!

...

What happened next? Under Maca's brief but vivid explanation, Sirius seemed to be in a good mood, To be more specific...

If it's more specific, Harry and the others should get impatient... Maca smiled and said, In short, I went to the Forbidden Forest to get rid of little Barty. After all, he is so determined The Death Eaters who followed Voldemort were always a scourge.

Note ①: bafta (britisacademyfilmaards), the British Academy of Film Awards, is a film award issued by the British Academy of Film and Television Arts. It was first awarded in 1948 and is often regarded as the British Academy Award. )!!