Chapter 598 Lockhart's New Life
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Qing Mo Da Xian
There is nothing to say about the expected things.
After finishing Rita's interview, Vincent left the Ministry of Magic under the glaring glare of a group of Lockhart's ardent fans.
They probably want to find the little witch who knocked the back of her bald head.
It's really terrible, so fanatical that I have lost my mind.
But even scarier than them were Snape's extremely cold eyes.
It's none of his business, if you want to find Fudge, ask questions.
In order to establish that Lockhart is not useless and has enough ability to become the mastermind behind the scenes, the easiest way is to forcibly step on one.
And it was Snape who was "reluctant" before leaving to propose to fight against the professors.
Vincent raised his chin high, as arrogant as he wanted.
"Ho ho ho—" Snape walked away with a sneer.
Harry, who had been caught in the middle, breathed a sigh of relief.
If there was a fight—no, even a quarrel, he would be the first to be affected.
Judging from Dumbledore's playful eyes looking back, today's headline will most likely become "Students and professors scolded in the street, and the principal actually cheered on".
Fortunately, Snape "retired despite the difficulties", otherwise the first person who should be sad would be Lockhart who was about to be escorted to Azkaban.
No one can take the headlines away.
It just stays here quietly, waiting for the arrival of the next predestined person.
A strange red bird suddenly appeared in the sky.
It landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, "Let me take you home."
Vincent shook his head in refusal, and gave Harry a meaningful look.
The matter of Sirius will be said sooner or later, and now is a good opportunity.
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth raised slightly, and he nodded slightly,
"Well, let's see you at the beginning of term, Vincent."
"See you at the beginning of term, Professor, Harry."
After a burst of flames, Fox disappeared with the two of them.
The trial process is very fast, it is still early, and it is not until noon to go home after walking around Diagon Alley.
"Someone called you just now." Eric put down the newspaper.
"Oh." Vincent sat down on the sofa next to the phone.
No need to guess, only Hermione was in a hurry to find him.
After saying a few words, I made an appointment to wait at the station the day after tomorrow and then hung up.
……
……
Azkaban at the same time.
Rita, who followed the report all the way, took a few photos and left contentedly.
What the public cares about is not how down and out Lockhart is, but whether there is any ulterior motive behind it.
It's a pity that I can't write it, and I can't write it even if Vincent pointed a gun at it.
No way, go back and visit some fanatical fans.
Watching her go away by boat, the big stone that weighed on Fudge's heart finally fell.
But thinking of Sirius who was still on the run, his heart sank again.
Personally escorted to the No.13 floor, the trip here is also over.
"Keep an eye on him and don't let anyone visit him casually."
The guard nodded solemnly, opened the cell opposite Quirrell, pushed Lockhart in and locked the door.
The representatives of the International Federation of Wizards are all there, and if there is another prison break, it will be impossible to cover it up.
"Minister Fudge, I heard that you have sent dementors to patrol the outside world. The matter of Black is very difficult?"
"It's just a security check procedure, they won't appear in front of Muggles, let alone affect the daily life of wizards."
Watching the elders go away, the guard's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Holding a crutch in his hand, he rapped hard on several cells that cast curious eyes.
When things calmed down a bit, it was time to patrol other floors.
Not long after he left, Bella, who had restrained herself just now, leaned against the iron fence with her eyes wide open.
"Newbie!"
Lockhart looked at her inexplicably.
Not too thin to be skinny, but the cheeks are obviously sunken.
With messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, his lips were purple and faintly black.
He couldn't keep calm, subconsciously backed away and looked back.
"Newcomer!
! "The crazy roar sounded again.
Bite the bullet and look back, the pair of eyes staring at him became even more terrifying.
"You smell of him! Where is he!"
Lockhart swallowed, and stammered, "Wh-who is he?"
"The love of my life! My only master!"
"Master?" Quirrell on the opposite side smirked, "Hey hey..."
The frightened Lockhart quickly crawled to the corner and curled up,
"No, I don't—I don't know him..."
"Liar!" Bella squeezed her head between the fences, her eyes were about to pop out,
"You must have been in contact with him, I remember this smell, I always remember it!"
Lockhart, crouching in a corner, trembled holding his head.
He worked up the courage to look towards the cell next to her.
Rodolphus Lettrange stared at her like she did, and even yelled that if he didn't tell the truth, his life here would be worse than hell.
Beloved and master or something, the world of Death Eaters is really messed up.
Lockhart just thought about it for a moment, and the other cells hissed loudly.
With a sound of "Peng", Quirrell on the opposite side suddenly slammed his head against the fence.
"Master, where is my master..."
Bella screamed, "Shut up! You idiot isn't even qualified to lick his toes!"
"Hey~" Quirrell stretched out a pair of suture-like hands from the gap in the fence, which looked like bones.
He stretched out his hands to the opposite cell like a child about to hug,
"Master, I want master, hehe~"
Lockhart trembled like a cramp.
Didn't his predecessor just steal a Philosopher's Stone? Why is he even crazier than the Death Eaters now?
Waiting for a year will become such a great smart?
Gathering up the courage to take a look, I immediately crawled back in fear.
What Lockhart desires most now is probably to get a magic wand, and then cast the most skilled Oblivion Charm on his forehead.
"Liar! Tell me where he is!" Bella stared at his cell with bloodshot eyes.
Even if she was hiding and curling up in a corner, her gaze seemed to be able to see Lockhart trembling through the wall.
"No, I don't know where he is, I don't know him at all..."
"Hahahaha——" Bella laughed wantonly, "I will definitely pry your mouth open with my own hands!"
Under her leadership, the thirteenth floor resounded with extremely crazy laughter.
Quirrell was also smirking, "Master~ I want Master's hug~"
Lockhart covered his ears tightly.
Just when he was about to be unbearable, the surrounding air suddenly turned cold.
The moment the chill appeared, all the prisoners obediently returned to their cells.
The manic laughter died away, but Quirrell was still reaching out for a hug.
"What the hell is this..." Lockhart looked up and saw a rotting face without any features.
It floated in through the fence, its head thrown back, revealing a black hole that looked like a mouth.
It's a feeling of hopelessness.
"Dementors!?" Lockhart lay powerlessly on the floor, his dull eyes unable to move away from the dark hole.
The biting cold disappeared.
Instead, it was the unbearable memory of that scene.
After enrolling in school, I found that I was not particularly frustrated, and I was angry when my classmates laughed at me.
……
……
After finishing Rita's interview, Vincent left the Ministry of Magic under the glaring glare of a group of Lockhart's ardent fans.
They probably want to find the little witch who knocked the back of her bald head.
It's really terrible, so fanatical that I have lost my mind.
But even scarier than them were Snape's extremely cold eyes.
It's none of his business, if you want to find Fudge, ask questions.
In order to establish that Lockhart is not useless and has enough ability to become the mastermind behind the scenes, the easiest way is to forcibly step on one.
And it was Snape who was "reluctant" before leaving to propose to fight against the professors.
Vincent raised his chin high, as arrogant as he wanted.
"Ho ho ho—" Snape walked away with a sneer.
Harry, who had been caught in the middle, breathed a sigh of relief.
If there was a fight—no, even a quarrel, he would be the first to be affected.
Judging from Dumbledore's playful eyes looking back, today's headline will most likely become "Students and professors scolded in the street, and the principal actually cheered on".
Fortunately, Snape "retired despite the difficulties", otherwise the first person who should be sad would be Lockhart who was about to be escorted to Azkaban.
No one can take the headlines away.
It just stays here quietly, waiting for the arrival of the next predestined person.
A strange red bird suddenly appeared in the sky.
It landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, "Let me take you home."
Vincent shook his head in refusal, and gave Harry a meaningful look.
The matter of Sirius will be said sooner or later, and now is a good opportunity.
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth raised slightly, and he nodded slightly,
"Well, let's see you at the beginning of term, Vincent."
"See you at the beginning of term, Professor, Harry."
After a burst of flames, Fox disappeared with the two of them.
The trial process is very fast, it is still early, and it is not until noon to go home after walking around Diagon Alley.
"Someone called you just now." Eric put down the newspaper.
"Oh." Vincent sat down on the sofa next to the phone.
No need to guess, only Hermione was in a hurry to find him.
After saying a few words, I made an appointment to wait at the station the day after tomorrow and then hung up.
……
……
Azkaban at the same time.
Rita, who followed the report all the way, took a few photos and left contentedly.
What the public cares about is not how down and out Lockhart is, but whether there is any ulterior motive behind it.
It's a pity that I can't write it, and I can't write it even if Vincent pointed a gun at it.
No way, go back and visit some fanatical fans.
Watching her go away by boat, the big stone that weighed on Fudge's heart finally fell.
But thinking of Sirius who was still on the run, his heart sank again.
Personally escorted to the No.13 floor, the trip here is also over.
"Keep an eye on him and don't let anyone visit him casually."
The guard nodded solemnly, opened the cell opposite Quirrell, pushed Lockhart in and locked the door.
The representatives of the International Federation of Wizards are all there, and if there is another prison break, it will be impossible to cover it up.
"Minister Fudge, I heard that you have sent dementors to patrol the outside world. The matter of Black is very difficult?"
"It's just a security check procedure, they won't appear in front of Muggles, let alone affect the daily life of wizards."
Watching the elders go away, the guard's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Holding a crutch in his hand, he rapped hard on several cells that cast curious eyes.
When things calmed down a bit, it was time to patrol other floors.
Not long after he left, Bella, who had restrained herself just now, leaned against the iron fence with her eyes wide open.
"Newbie!"
Lockhart looked at her inexplicably.
Not too thin to be skinny, but the cheeks are obviously sunken.
With messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, his lips were purple and faintly black.
He couldn't keep calm, subconsciously backed away and looked back.
"Newcomer!
! "The crazy roar sounded again.
Bite the bullet and look back, the pair of eyes staring at him became even more terrifying.
"You smell of him! Where is he!"
Lockhart swallowed, and stammered, "Wh-who is he?"
"The love of my life! My only master!"
"Master?" Quirrell on the opposite side smirked, "Hey hey..."
The frightened Lockhart quickly crawled to the corner and curled up,
"No, I don't—I don't know him..."
"Liar!" Bella squeezed her head between the fences, her eyes were about to pop out,
"You must have been in contact with him, I remember this smell, I always remember it!"
Lockhart, crouching in a corner, trembled holding his head.
He worked up the courage to look towards the cell next to her.
Rodolphus Lettrange stared at her like she did, and even yelled that if he didn't tell the truth, his life here would be worse than hell.
Beloved and master or something, the world of Death Eaters is really messed up.
Lockhart just thought about it for a moment, and the other cells hissed loudly.
With a sound of "Peng", Quirrell on the opposite side suddenly slammed his head against the fence.
"Master, where is my master..."
Bella screamed, "Shut up! You idiot isn't even qualified to lick his toes!"
"Hey~" Quirrell stretched out a pair of suture-like hands from the gap in the fence, which looked like bones.
He stretched out his hands to the opposite cell like a child about to hug,
"Master, I want master, hehe~"
Lockhart trembled like a cramp.
Didn't his predecessor just steal a Philosopher's Stone? Why is he even crazier than the Death Eaters now?
Waiting for a year will become such a great smart?
Gathering up the courage to take a look, I immediately crawled back in fear.
What Lockhart desires most now is probably to get a magic wand, and then cast the most skilled Oblivion Charm on his forehead.
"Liar! Tell me where he is!" Bella stared at his cell with bloodshot eyes.
Even if she was hiding and curling up in a corner, her gaze seemed to be able to see Lockhart trembling through the wall.
"No, I don't know where he is, I don't know him at all..."
"Hahahaha——" Bella laughed wantonly, "I will definitely pry your mouth open with my own hands!"
Under her leadership, the thirteenth floor resounded with extremely crazy laughter.
Quirrell was also smirking, "Master~ I want Master's hug~"
Lockhart covered his ears tightly.
Just when he was about to be unbearable, the surrounding air suddenly turned cold.
The moment the chill appeared, all the prisoners obediently returned to their cells.
The manic laughter died away, but Quirrell was still reaching out for a hug.
"What the hell is this..." Lockhart looked up and saw a rotting face without any features.
It floated in through the fence, its head thrown back, revealing a black hole that looked like a mouth.
It's a feeling of hopelessness.
"Dementors!?" Lockhart lay powerlessly on the floor, his dull eyes unable to move away from the dark hole.
The biting cold disappeared.
Instead, it was the unbearable memory of that scene.
After enrolling in school, I found that I was not particularly frustrated, and I was angry when my classmates laughed at me.
……
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