“…… I see. ”

The real scene of the audio-visual meeting, above the full circular open-air venue, the dark gray clouds have completely dissipated.

But for some reason, there is still not a single star in the sky.

It's a dark cloud! The heavy clouds, at some point, shrouded in, covering all the moonlight and starlight so tightly that no trace could penetrate it.

In the depths of the clouds, occasionally a dark blue lightning snaked by, and the scene was full of momentum of mountain rain.

It was as if the chests of all the audience were pressed by a heavy object, and even breathing became difficult.

At this moment, an eerie voice suddenly sounded, as if it was coming from all directions, making it difficult to judge the direction of the comer.

But there is no doubt that there is anyone...... I came over!

"Hmm......"

Somewhere in the audience, Harry suddenly felt a throbbing pain from the lightning scar on his forehead. It had been a long time since he had practiced "Occlumency" according to the notes Maca had given him.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

The friend next to him cared about him, but he just shook his head in confusion.

“…… Gilderoy Lockhart? Interesting ......"

The voice rang in everyone's ears again, gloomy and eerie. After experiencing the "audio-visual meeting" just now, the vast majority of the audience immediately thought of someone.

Someone who can't even be named.

At this moment, everyone was nervous, everyone kept whispering, and the uneasiness in their hearts was about to turn into action and escape from this crowded venue.

But when it comes to nervousness and uneasiness, Lockhart, who is standing in the center of the stage, is definitely the first to bear the brunt, especially after being called by "that person" himself.

But......

“…… So what? ”

Lockhart is no longer the same Lockhart he used to be, and he has experienced a lot in the past few years. Especially this time, how much preparation did he make in order to be able to stand here today, standing on this stage with all eyes on him?

Maybe he's not very strong yet, or maybe it's all a bluff. But it is an indisputable fact that he Gideroy Lockhart is the protagonist today.

It was McClain who gave him the opportunity to gain the coveted popularity. But this kind of popularity can't be earned by just talking, he also needs to work hard!

Everyone has a life direction that suits him best, and his direction is acting!

In the years following his resignation from Hogwarts, he spent time on set in the Muggle world, finding himself on camera and on set; And today, Maca gave him the opportunity to stand on the stage of this life and perform this interpretation in this way.

Who says a liar doesn't need courage? What liar in the world would dare to deceive the Dark Lord? Deceiving the entire wizarding world?

“…… Voldemort ...... No, Tom Riddle! Lockhart suppressed the trembling hands in his sleeves and cast a amplification spell on himself, "Whether it's the one in the diary, or the current you, you're just an ordinary wizard who has twisted his heart......"

- Calm down! Be calm! Today's stage is my home field!

"Mr. Riddle," he said with a soft sigh, "do you know what you lack the most? ”

"What you lack is 'love'!"

- Ahhhh I'm going to die, even if I'm a cheeky person, it's hard to say such a hypocritical line! This script from McLean is so embarrassing......

"Humph!"

With a faint cold snort, a large amount of black gas suddenly appeared out of thin air around the stage, swirling and spinning, and quickly converged not far in front of Lockhart.

As the black gas gathered together like a whirlpool, Voldemort stepped out of it, bringing up wisps of black clouds.

"'Love'?" His expression didn't look so good, and Marca's carefully choreographed lines obviously hit him in the sore spot, "Dumbledore, that old man said that, and you said ...... same 'love'?" 'Love' what the hell is that? 'Love'...... Can I get you out of here alive! ”

Voldemort looked at Lockhart coldly, the fierce flame in his eyes was undisguised, and the terrifying aura of studying black magic for a long time spread out invisibly, making the audience have a thought in their hearts: If you move, you will really die!

- Yes! Get angry! Be angry! McLean's guy is horrible, it's all in his calculations! But...... Okay next, right?

"Mr. Riddle, what you have done is too extreme, you have hurt a lot of innocent people for your own desires......"

Lockhart's heart was as turbulent as the sea in a storm—he was so weak that he wanted to scold his mother, but on the surface he still maintained a calm expression.

"Honestly, I'd love to just destroy you like I did in the Slytherin chambers......"

At this moment, Lockhart is simply unashamed. Even if the vast majority of people have a good impression of him, they can ...... in terms of the true strength of the two

If anyone had the qualifications to say this to Voldemort, there could be no one other than Dumbledore - almost everyone here thinks so.

Klohart's lines continued.

“…… As you know, there are many ways to destroy a person. I have to say...... Just taking your life won't satisfy me anymore. ”

Speaking of this, Lockhart secretly gritted his teeth and took a steady step forward. It's as if he didn't pay attention to Voldemort in front of him at all......

"Boom—"

In the clouds, another bolt of lightning pierced the night sky just right, making the atmosphere in the field even heavier.

This déjà vu words, this déjà vu behavior, made Voldemort almost think that it was Dumbledore standing opposite him.

That was the day! The night that confronted Dumbledore! Dumbledore had said something similar!

"Then you go to the world of the dead to find satisfaction!"

When Lockhart took another step forward, Voldemort finally couldn't hold back!

He didn't even draw his wand, but slammed it down, turning into a cloud of black flame and rushing straight towards Lockhart.

- This is the moment! The first and final blow! Only this once! McLean's preparation is okay, right? But you must succeed!

Step 3! At the moment when Voldemort rushed towards Lockhart, Lockhart did not retreat, gritted his teeth and took his third step fiercely!

At the moment when Voldemort's black flame was only half a step away from Lockhart, a soft blue glow erupted on the stage!

At the same time, clearly recognizable lines spread out under Lockhart's feet, covering the entire stage surface in an instant. Countless mystical symbols floated up, flipped up in the sea of blue brilliance, revealing an intoxicating beauty.

At this moment, the black flames around Voldemort's body suddenly dissipated, revealing his true body under the black flames;

In the next second, in everyone's stunned expressions, Lockhart raised his leg to Voldemort who was rushing straight because of inertia, and kicked it forward, making Voldemort's face and the soles of his boots come into close contact.

In the next second, the dark blue light on the stage completely dissipated, and Lockhart took a few steps back before he could stand firmly, but Voldemort was lying directly in the center of the stage.

"Oh-"

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then roared excitedly. But they had barely finished shouting half a sentence before they were silent as if they had been choked by the neck.

This is only because, Voldemort's body lying on the stage erupted with a black flame that was even more violent than just now, and those beating black qi were windless and automatic, constantly swaying on the stage.

"Good! Very good! ”

Voldemort, entangled in black flames, slowly crawled to his feet, his voice distorted by extreme anger. One can imagine how furious the next attack will be.

“…… Unexpectedly, in this world, there are so many powerful wizards. He growled hoarsely, "Good! That's great! ”

Disgrace! Today, Voldemort feels more shame than ever before! His great Dark Lord was actually trampled in the face with the sole of his shoe by a nobody!

First he was killed by a baby who was still in swaddling clothes, then he was robbed of the Philosopher's Stone by a child, and not long ago he was smashed into his house by a hidden heir of an ancient family!

And today, he was actually rubbed against his handsome face by this bastard in front of him with the sole of his shoe!

The Dark Lord is furious, and he definitely wants to let this guy who doesn't know how to live or die experience the fear of death! He wants everyone to understand that those who dare to resist his Dark Lord have only one way to die!

On the other side, however, Lockhart stood in place with his "charismatic" face strained, sweat oozing from his palms that he couldn't even clench his fists.

- Isn't McLean coming yet? If you want to die, you have to die, you really have to die before Lao Tzu appears! Still not out yet? If you don't come out again, I'm going to run away!

It was true that he thought so, but on the surface, he couldn't do it. Not to mention that he can't escape, even if there is a way to escape, can he escape?

The liar's lies deceive others, but it is himself who binds! As long as he wants to be this "hero", he has to stand firmly on this stage and dance on the tip of the knife.

It's moving! Voldemort moved!

As soon as he raised his hand, endless black flames swept towards Lockhart like a tsunami, turning into a black flame giant snake in mid-air, opening the snake's kiss and swooping straight towards his head with an astonishing momentum.

The rune array just now dispelled all the magic power in the field, and Voldemort could recover in an instant, but he Lockhart couldn't!

Even if he wanted to fight to the death, he couldn't do it at the moment!

In an instant, Lockhart stood with his chest crossed, and the oncoming wind blew the stardust on his wizard's robes, sprinkling a brilliant starlight on the stage.

- If you blow it out yourself, you have to pretend to die!