"Professor Lockhart?" Jon couldn't help but blurt out.

"Professor...... Do you know him?" Judy was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Wait, won't you...... That Lockhart...... He's a wizard?"

"yes. Jon nodded.

"This is ridiculous, he can be a wizard?" Judy's face was full of incredulity, and she screamed, "Why is there such a wizard, wearing slippers and shorts, whistling at bikini girls on the beach every day...... Shouldn't you take a broomstick magic book and huddle in the castle all day doing some weird research?"

"This ...... There must be many kinds of wizards!" Jon stammered.

"Then he's definitely the worst kind!" Judy snorted coldly, "I have to tell your dad to be careful!"

"Could it be that Eric also wears slippers and shorts, and ...... on the beach every day," Jon asked tentatively.

"He dare!" Judy's voice changed abruptly at first, but soon became a little softer: "Your dad has been mostly reading books lately, and he's going to apply for a Juris Doctor from Stanford or Yale!"

"What about you?" Jon asked curiously.

"I'm busy with big things, too!" said Mrs. Hart mysteriously, "come with me!"

Jon hurriedly followed his mother to a room with a large glass window.

Colorful paints sit on the table, and various oil paintings hang on the walls next to it...... Despite this, the paintings seem to be terrible, even a little miserable.

"You're learning to draw?" Jon asked.

"Yes...... Judy nodded a little smugly, and pointed to a picture of the sea on the side: "Look at this, how is the drawing?"

"It's a nice drawing. Jon said with some disobedience.

"Looks like you and your dad are okay aesthetically!" she nodded in satisfaction.

......

His mother helped Jon tidy up a cottage so he quickly settled in his "new home" in Corsica.

I have to say that the climate in the middle of the Mediterranean is very good, even on the night of the Christmas holiday, I don't feel cold at all when I go out in two clothes.

Walking only a few steps out of his parents' small building, Jon came to the next door, Gilderoy Lockhart's residence.

Lockhart's courtyard door was unlocked, and Jon easily walked through it and knocked on the door.

"Who?" said Gilderoy Lockhart's languid voice, "It's Anne...... Sophie...... Or Ellie?"

Jon knocked on the door a few more times.

"Tell me who it is...... Otherwise I won't open the door for you!" Lockhart seemed to have reached the door, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Or maybe you're outside the door now, and you're only ...... of your clothes left."

"Alohomora!" Jon shouted as he pulled out his bamboo wand.

With a thud, the door collapsed...... Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing only a pair of shorts, stood there dumbfounded.

"Good evening, Professor. Jon said calmly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard ......" Poor Lockhart seemed frightened, and it took him a while to react, "I thought it was an Auror...... It's you, Jon. ”

"I think Fudge has concentrated all of the Aurors in England by now to deal with Dumbledore!" Jon said with a smile, "Long time no see, Professor." ”

"It's been a long time...... But I'm not a professor now, and although I was there for a while, it was a pretty bad experience. Lockhart shrugged his shoulders, but there was a look of relief on his face: "Please come in!"

Jon walked into Lockhart's small building, pointed his wand at the collapsed door, and whispered:

"Reparo!"

The fallen door rises again and then closes.

......

"What do you want to drink, whiskey, brandy, or Lafite?" Lockhart waved his wand, and several bottles floated to his and Jon's table.

"There's no aphrodisiac in it, is it?" asked Jon jokingly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard ......" Lockhart's expression looked a little hurt, "Jon, do I still need an aphrodisiac?"

"Theoretically, it doesn't seem to be needed. Jon nodded, and asked again, "Professor Dumbledore asked you to protect my parents?"

"Of course!" Lockhart replied, "Headmaster Dumbledore also told me that you are not dead by the way...... Hey, I think I saw your death in the newspaper, but I shed a few tears for you. ”

"Then I'm here to apologize to you!" Jon stood up and raised his glass.

"I'm honored!" Lockhart stood up and bowed gracefully.

The two chatted while sipping wine.

"It should be safe here!" Jon asked, with some concern.

"Absolute safety...... Lockhart replied without hesitation, "the mysterious people's forces have not reached here at all, and they will not notice this small island of wizards in the Mediterranean. ”

"What about my parents, they didn't bother you, did they?" Jon continued.

"How is that possible...... Your father, Eric, is a great fellow, though arguing with him always ends me in failure. ”

"As for your mother...... She's not young, but she's still charming......"

Looking at Jon's slightly changing face, Lockhart hurriedly added, "It's just a compliment, a compliment...... I've hooked up with enough girls lately, and my body is a little overwhelmed...... I even have to start using the Oblivion Charm to erase some of their memories and make them forget about me......"

"Ah, Professor...... You have to watch out for old age...... Empty tears!" Jon said with a smile.

"More on the future!" said Lockhart, unconcerned.

......

The two continued to chat like this, sentence by sentence, just like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"A year and a half ago, Headmaster Dumbledore told me that you easily erased Potter and Granger's memories without any problems!" Lockhart seemed to remember something, and gave Jon a thumbs up, "Good job!"

"I still have some questions about the Oblivion Charm, though, and it always feels like I can't use it comfortably. Jon asked softly.

"That's normal!" Lockhart said lightly, "because you've only learned to hack into memories, not read memories." ”

"Reading memories?" Jon frowned.

"A very complicated spell that is also very useful at the same time!" Lockhart drank the wine from his glass in one gulp, "Let's say there is a girl who ignores you...... You can quietly read her memories and learn about her hobbies and weaknesses...... That way, on your next date, you'll have the upper hand!"