Time flies, the school year at Hogwarts is finally coming to an end, and the Great Hall is beautifully decorated again, the students are gathered together, and since the current score is far ahead of Gryffindor, the Great Hall is covered with bright red and gold ribbons, which are the colors of Gryffindor, and behind the guest of honor hangs a banner depicting a majestic lion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a jubilant atmosphere in the auditorium, not only because the semester was coming to an end and they were able to return to their homes for a pleasant vacation, but also because they saw their long-awaited hero in front of the guest of honor.

It was another of Dumbledore's routines, and the students, though not drowsy, were not in high spirits, they were expecting the handsome man behind Dumbledore to speak.

"Well, it looks like my students can't wait, I'm a bad old man who can't compare to the young people of today. Dumbledore still laughed and teased himself, not caring that his student was attracted by the man behind him.

"Now let the person you are expecting speak, I think he must be eager to exchange a lot of ideas with you. Dumbledore gave up his place to the man behind him.

The students in the audience applauded thunderously.

This man was none other than Professor Lockhart, who had been away from Hogwarts for a long time.

"Actually, I just did a little bit of work. Lockhart smiled on the stage, showing his graceful demeanor and charming handsomeness, his white teeth were so clean that they seemed to reflect light, and he wore his signature blue forget-me-not robe, which was covered with various medals and honorary emblems, and just by his movements, it was enough to elicit a burst of cheers from the students of all colleges, both men and women.

No matter what kind of culture or what kind of country, the worship of heroes is the instinct of ordinary people.

Well, Slytherin students are an exception for now, because their "hero" exploits are obliterated by the "heroes" on stage.

"I, Lockhart, the third-class medal of the Merlin Order, oh no, it should be the second class now, the other day the Merlin Sir Regiment approached me to ask for a replacement medal, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, in fact, these are some false names, among all my identities, I am most proud of being the professor of the defense against the dark arts at Hogwarts. Lockhart tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking ahead with a slight confusion, as if he was reminiscing about his teaching career at Hogwarts.

As soon as he finished speaking, the auditorium erupted in fierce applause again, and Harry and Ron's hands were red, and they shouted Lockhart's name loudly.

"Thank you all for your kindness. Lockhart made a gesture, and everyone fell silent, "But for some reason, I can't teach here anymore, I think Professor Dumbledore has told you, my ability to perform magic has been greatly affected, as a defense against the dark arts course that is very important for everyone's safety, I think the teacher of this position not only needs good theoretical knowledge, but also strong practical ability, if I was barely qualified before, now I have no ability at all." ”

There was a burst of sighs from the audience, and the students regretted but could not do anything, as for retaining, they were just thinking about it, although they were very grateful to him, but apart from themselves, from the perspective of their parents and the school, they would not allow such a person to continue to serve as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Professor Lockhart!" suddenly someone in the direction of Gryffindor raised his hand and shouted, and many of his classmates, including Lockhart himself, turned their eyes on the man, only to see a burning red hair.

"Oh, isn't this Ron-san?" Lockhart still kept a gentlemanly smile, not annoyed that someone had interrupted him, and he reached out and made a gesture of invitation for Ron to get up and speak. "Any questions?"

I didn't think much about it when I shouted, and after shouting, I realized that I seemed a little nervous in front of everyone, but Ron still stubbornly said: "I heard that the professor of our school will retire next year due to his age, he is the teacher of our school's magical creature protection class, I think you might be able to try this course?"

The students of the various houses exchanged words and discussions, and the students except Slytherin were eager for him to stay.

Lockhart was a little moved, but when he glanced at Dumbledore with his peripheral vision and saw his smiling expression, he immediately withdrew what little thought he had in his heart.

Because he remembered another incident that happened at St. Mungo's Hospital at that time.

Fighting basilisks, sacrificing himself, protecting students, and the good reputation he had accumulated in society, Lockhart naturally became the darling of the major media in the wizarding world, except for a certain not-so-normal magazine, almost all newspapers and magazines wanted to interview him, when Lockhart woke up slowly, he found himself lying on a large bed, covered with a white sheet, and then the door was opened, and these Western reporters flocked to his bed and began to ask questions.

"Mr. Lockhart, is it true that I heard that your ability to perform magic has been affected?"

"Do you regret teaching at Hogwarts?"

"What did you think when you saved Granger?"

"How did you defeat a basilisk that has lived for hundreds of years or maybe more?"

The barrage of questions made him even more confused, but since Lockhart, who had only used low-level magic before, was able to mix well in the wizarding world, he naturally had something special - he was very good at bragging.

Judging from the fact that he copied other people's stories and sold his own processed works, he should have a very good way of telling stories, and the same stories are very different from different people's mouths.

Lockhart's literary brilliance and quickness were not lacking, and in the few words he had just said he realized that he seemed to be considered a hero by these men, and he began to play to himself, not caring if he did it himself, even if he only remembered that he seemed to faint on Christmas Day.

"The basilisk waved its huge tail and whistled the wind, but as you all know, I could only fight him with my eyes closed, and my ears became the only means of discernment... And so I—" Lockhart gushed and said matter-of-factly.

After the speech, all the reporters gave him a warm applause for his wit and bravery.

A reporter lifted his glasses and said: "Mr. Lockhart has just woken up, we can't disturb his rest time anymore, let's go here today, I believe we will have more opportunities to interview him in the future." ”

The reporters nodded yes, said goodbye to Lockhart, and then poured out of the hospital room together.

Lockhart lay back on the bed, thinking about it all, it wasn't a matter of nothing, he thought. He dared to be so unscrupulous in the past because of the magic effect of the "Forgetting Curse", but this inexplicable hero's identity always made him feel a deep sense of unease, and people are always a little afraid of things that they can't grasp, even if it may seem like a good thing.

However, Lockhart, who had held a "press conference", suddenly felt a wave of tiredness rushing towards him, he decided not to think about it anymore, and then think about the rest of the things after sleeping, just as he leaned back, and his head was about to touch the fluffy pillow, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a bedside table next to the hospital bed, one of the drawers was slightly open, as if there was a thick pile of materials inside, and he reached out to open the cabinet and took out these document-like things.

After looking closely, Lockhart's soul was full of sleep, and he immediately subconsciously looked at the door of the ward that had been locked, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no one around.