Chapter 347 Tom in the late stage of 2nd disease
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Lockhart is panicking now.
It was none other than the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis, Vincent who had just won the title of "Snake Hunter" who was staring at him.
Could it be that the matter has become so serious that it is not enough to pack up and run away?
Hello, hello, hello, everyone, from now on, it is okay to draw a line with Hogwarts and be the most familiar stranger to each other?
"Professor Lockhart, where are you—"
Lockhart, who was hiding in the trophy room on the fourth floor, covered his mouth tightly, trying to keep himself quiet without making any noise.
He suddenly remembered the tragic end of his predecessor, Quirinus Quirrell.
Isn't it just stealing the Philosopher's Stone, the arms are gone, the palms are gone, and the sewn body is useless.
The key is that it hurts the brain and becomes a smart person with dull eyes, drooling, and only ababa.
He, Gilderoy Lockhart, is an internationally renowned personality and author, Order of Merlin [-]rd Class, Honorary Member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and five-time Witcher Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile.
If this becomes as smart as Quirrell, wouldn't it disappoint the expectations of thousands of fans?
"Professor Lockhart, I know you're here—" It was a demonic whisper from hell.
The heart beat faster and the blood flowed upwards.
Lockhart had never experienced this palpitation before.
"Da-da--" The footsteps outside were getting closer.
He thought of more past events at this moment.
When I first met Vincent, it was at the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin.
The second time we met was at the signing event of Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley.
And then just before the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
From the indifference to the indifference at the beginning, to the undisguised disgust later on, he actually knows everything clearly.
"Crunch—" the door of the trophy showroom was opened from the outside.
"Professor Lockhart, are you there?"
too frightening.
Vincent seemed to know where he was, and walked in here after reaching the fourth floor.
As expected of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis, he was able to achieve precise positioning.
Lockhart leaned back behind a large trophy, raised his eyes and struggled to aim upwards.
A particularly faint light illuminated a handsome little face.
Those big azure blue eyes seemed to hide endless murderous intent under the calmness.
Are you coming?
Is it a limb or a head this time?
Will it be disfigured, will it become a great wisdom?
"Ah—" The back of his head was hit violently, and he slid to the ground with his neck tilted.
Vincent, holding his wand, was a little confused.
Lockhart was sneaky, retreating into the stairwell with a suitcase, and even a fool knew he was packing his bags and running.
The footsteps were loud again, just to pass the time.
After walking in slowly, Lockhart took the initiative to bump the back of his head on the trophy.
Self-harm?
I didn't expect him to have such a special habit, let alone pass out immediately.
Merlin testifies!Vincent really never touched him!
Maybe it's because Tom sucked a little too much of his vitality, and he was knocked out by Sprout just now.
After comforting his fragile heart, Vincent squatted next to Lockhart's big face.
After tapping a few times to make sure he passed out, he looked at the suitcase that fell on the ground.
If there is no accident, the diary that records the black history should still be there.
Turning out those dirty clothes, I saw this little black book.
Who among the serious people these days would write their thoughts into their diaries?
Can what is written in the diary be called what is in the heart?
Vincent quickly shook his little head, flipping through the diary casually.
There is not even a drop of ink, and I am afraid that some words from the heart are really written on it.
He closed the diary and looked at Lockhart rather depressed.
Disgusting is disgusting, it's better than letting someone run away.
After dragging his arms for two steps, he found a very familiar name in the glass cabinet in front of him.
Hogwarts Special Contribution Award - Tom Marvolo Riddle
The full name is more familiar.
Vincent dropped Lockhart's arm and wrote the name into the air with his wand.
Tom
Marvolo
Riddle
Tap some of the letters with the tip of the stick, remove three and rearrange them, and get the "Lord
Voldemort", which is Voldemort's name.
Reversing the remaining "m", "a", and "i", it turned out to be a simple self-introduction:
I
am
Lord
Voldemort
I am Voldemort! ?
He twitched the corner of his mouth, it was hard to believe that this matter could be true.
The Dark Lord, whose shadow has shrouded the British Isles, unexpectedly changed his name twice.
Look at his teacher Grindelwald, unless there are special circumstances, walking in the magic world of various countries, where would he change his name and appearance.
Wait - Riddle?
The surname is neither from the 28 purebloods nor from a historic wizarding family.
But the only ones in the wizarding world who can speak Parseltongue are the Gunter family, the Gunter family who are crazy enough to marry inbreeding.
The Potter family is fine, but where did this little-known Riddle come from?
How about some drama, Muggles?
Vincent removed all the letters from the air in front of him, grabbed Lockhart's calf and walked out of the trophy room.
Perhaps the news was too shocking, and he didn't realize that he should pull his arm until he was dragged to the ruin-like armor corridor.
The cloak was frayed, and the back of his head was bald.
Merlin testifies!he did not do it on purpose!
In order to prevent Lockhart from waking up to bite back, he had to cast a Levitation Charm on the sleazy suit.
When they reached the second floor, Cedric, who was guarding nearby, immediately gasped.
When going up, they go one behind the other, and when they come down, they go one after the other.
"What did you do to him?"
Vincent blinked his eyes innocently, "You may not believe me when I say it, but I actually didn't do anything."
"Then he can do this?" Cedric subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Eh - even if there is, I didn't mean it."
"I believe you." Cedric forced a smile, "Although he is a victim, he has something to do with that person after all."
"I'm serious." Vincent was a little aggrieved.
"I'm serious too."
The name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis is likely to be completely assigned to him.
"Leave him alone, what about Fred and George?"
"Go down to pass the time."
The second victim of the night was Lockhart, who would have the honor of being the third?
As soon as Vincent went down to the first floor, he saw Marcus passing by quickly.
This was probably the third victim, since Percy was also chasing after him.
"Merlin bless, may the only victim tonight is Tom—"
He walked into the auditorium after making a wish, and quite calmly placed Lockhart on the long table opposite Trelawney.
Sprout put his hand forward.
Great, people are still alive.
"What's up with him?"
"I saw him accidentally hit the back of his head, and I kindly brought him back."
"Well—" Sprout patted his little heart.
The kind-hearted woman was afraid that Lockhart would be bald because of her excessive force.
Since he did it by accident, it has nothing to do with her.
……
……
It was none other than the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis, Vincent who had just won the title of "Snake Hunter" who was staring at him.
Could it be that the matter has become so serious that it is not enough to pack up and run away?
Hello, hello, hello, everyone, from now on, it is okay to draw a line with Hogwarts and be the most familiar stranger to each other?
"Professor Lockhart, where are you—"
Lockhart, who was hiding in the trophy room on the fourth floor, covered his mouth tightly, trying to keep himself quiet without making any noise.
He suddenly remembered the tragic end of his predecessor, Quirinus Quirrell.
Isn't it just stealing the Philosopher's Stone, the arms are gone, the palms are gone, and the sewn body is useless.
The key is that it hurts the brain and becomes a smart person with dull eyes, drooling, and only ababa.
He, Gilderoy Lockhart, is an internationally renowned personality and author, Order of Merlin [-]rd Class, Honorary Member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and five-time Witcher Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile.
If this becomes as smart as Quirrell, wouldn't it disappoint the expectations of thousands of fans?
"Professor Lockhart, I know you're here—" It was a demonic whisper from hell.
The heart beat faster and the blood flowed upwards.
Lockhart had never experienced this palpitation before.
"Da-da--" The footsteps outside were getting closer.
He thought of more past events at this moment.
When I first met Vincent, it was at the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin.
The second time we met was at the signing event of Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley.
And then just before the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
From the indifference to the indifference at the beginning, to the undisguised disgust later on, he actually knows everything clearly.
"Crunch—" the door of the trophy showroom was opened from the outside.
"Professor Lockhart, are you there?"
too frightening.
Vincent seemed to know where he was, and walked in here after reaching the fourth floor.
As expected of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis, he was able to achieve precise positioning.
Lockhart leaned back behind a large trophy, raised his eyes and struggled to aim upwards.
A particularly faint light illuminated a handsome little face.
Those big azure blue eyes seemed to hide endless murderous intent under the calmness.
Are you coming?
Is it a limb or a head this time?
Will it be disfigured, will it become a great wisdom?
"Ah—" The back of his head was hit violently, and he slid to the ground with his neck tilted.
Vincent, holding his wand, was a little confused.
Lockhart was sneaky, retreating into the stairwell with a suitcase, and even a fool knew he was packing his bags and running.
The footsteps were loud again, just to pass the time.
After walking in slowly, Lockhart took the initiative to bump the back of his head on the trophy.
Self-harm?
I didn't expect him to have such a special habit, let alone pass out immediately.
Merlin testifies!Vincent really never touched him!
Maybe it's because Tom sucked a little too much of his vitality, and he was knocked out by Sprout just now.
After comforting his fragile heart, Vincent squatted next to Lockhart's big face.
After tapping a few times to make sure he passed out, he looked at the suitcase that fell on the ground.
If there is no accident, the diary that records the black history should still be there.
Turning out those dirty clothes, I saw this little black book.
Who among the serious people these days would write their thoughts into their diaries?
Can what is written in the diary be called what is in the heart?
Vincent quickly shook his little head, flipping through the diary casually.
There is not even a drop of ink, and I am afraid that some words from the heart are really written on it.
He closed the diary and looked at Lockhart rather depressed.
Disgusting is disgusting, it's better than letting someone run away.
After dragging his arms for two steps, he found a very familiar name in the glass cabinet in front of him.
Hogwarts Special Contribution Award - Tom Marvolo Riddle
The full name is more familiar.
Vincent dropped Lockhart's arm and wrote the name into the air with his wand.
Tom
Marvolo
Riddle
Tap some of the letters with the tip of the stick, remove three and rearrange them, and get the "Lord
Voldemort", which is Voldemort's name.
Reversing the remaining "m", "a", and "i", it turned out to be a simple self-introduction:
I
am
Lord
Voldemort
I am Voldemort! ?
He twitched the corner of his mouth, it was hard to believe that this matter could be true.
The Dark Lord, whose shadow has shrouded the British Isles, unexpectedly changed his name twice.
Look at his teacher Grindelwald, unless there are special circumstances, walking in the magic world of various countries, where would he change his name and appearance.
Wait - Riddle?
The surname is neither from the 28 purebloods nor from a historic wizarding family.
But the only ones in the wizarding world who can speak Parseltongue are the Gunter family, the Gunter family who are crazy enough to marry inbreeding.
The Potter family is fine, but where did this little-known Riddle come from?
How about some drama, Muggles?
Vincent removed all the letters from the air in front of him, grabbed Lockhart's calf and walked out of the trophy room.
Perhaps the news was too shocking, and he didn't realize that he should pull his arm until he was dragged to the ruin-like armor corridor.
The cloak was frayed, and the back of his head was bald.
Merlin testifies!he did not do it on purpose!
In order to prevent Lockhart from waking up to bite back, he had to cast a Levitation Charm on the sleazy suit.
When they reached the second floor, Cedric, who was guarding nearby, immediately gasped.
When going up, they go one behind the other, and when they come down, they go one after the other.
"What did you do to him?"
Vincent blinked his eyes innocently, "You may not believe me when I say it, but I actually didn't do anything."
"Then he can do this?" Cedric subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Eh - even if there is, I didn't mean it."
"I believe you." Cedric forced a smile, "Although he is a victim, he has something to do with that person after all."
"I'm serious." Vincent was a little aggrieved.
"I'm serious too."
The name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis is likely to be completely assigned to him.
"Leave him alone, what about Fred and George?"
"Go down to pass the time."
The second victim of the night was Lockhart, who would have the honor of being the third?
As soon as Vincent went down to the first floor, he saw Marcus passing by quickly.
This was probably the third victim, since Percy was also chasing after him.
"Merlin bless, may the only victim tonight is Tom—"
He walked into the auditorium after making a wish, and quite calmly placed Lockhart on the long table opposite Trelawney.
Sprout put his hand forward.
Great, people are still alive.
"What's up with him?"
"I saw him accidentally hit the back of his head, and I kindly brought him back."
"Well—" Sprout patted his little heart.
The kind-hearted woman was afraid that Lockhart would be bald because of her excessive force.
Since he did it by accident, it has nothing to do with her.
……
……
