The last day of the long Christmas holiday.

Gilderoy Lockhart sat in his study, looking at the draft of the new book on the table, frowning and throwing the parchment aside, only to feel inexplicably uneasy.

Lockhart has been quite vigilant in the past few days since he suddenly met several strange old wizards who claimed to be his die-hard book fans who wanted to get in touch with him and take photos and talk to him when he signed a book at the Blotted Bookstore a few days ago.

As an icon, Gilderoy Lockhart is very aware of his fan base, and his handsome appearance and wonderful and practical magical adventures are all created to satisfy the fantasies of housewives and ignorant young witches.

There may be a few male fans of books occasionally, but a group of capable old wizards who are generally over fifty or sixty years old are very problematic at first glance - if it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have almost been kidnapped by a few wizards of unknown origin.

"Could it be that some guy has regained his memory and hired someone to come and take revenge?"

Gilderoy Lockhart stood up and looked at his own works on the shelves, his fingers sliding over the spine.

Although he is omnipotent and has done many great things in his "autobiography", most of them are actually experiences that have happened to other wizards, and Lockhart just applies these stories to himself.

Of course, this is not as simple as ordinary plagiarism.

Gilderoy Lockhart had a lot to do to make sure his books were a bestseller, that his stories were as vivid as he had personally experienced them, and that there were no annoying copyright disputes.

In addition to collecting folklore, he's also going to have to track down wizards with fascinating adventures, find out where they live, and find a way to get close to them, figure out how they did it, and then use spells to quickly subdue them, and carefully erase their memories with the Oblivion Charm.

However......

If he guessed correctly, he was now targeted by the same people, and the hunter had finally become prey.

"Looks like we're going to need to hibernate a little bit lately......"

Thinking of this, Lockhart's eyes stayed on the "Order of the Third Class of the Order of the Merlin" placed in the most conspicuous position in the study.

"If I have the opportunity to go back to Hogwarts to teach, it would be a good choice, with my resume and experience to teach some little hairy people who don't know anything - and no one dares to do it under the nose of Albus Dumbledore, the short teaching experience is also quite helpful for my future development. ”

"If you think about it, if you can be a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, you only need to select my complete set of books as the only designated textbook, even if there are no new books for the time being, but the sales may be higher and more stable......"

Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes brightened, and he finally found a safe way out.

If he continues to plagiarize other people's experiences, he will inevitably run the risk of missing out - closing his pen and teaching, this is undoubtedly his best chance to wash his hands, both to earn fame and earn gold Galleons.

From then on, he could finally live calmly under the sun and no longer have to walk in the shadows of the world.

That's when ......

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door of the living room downstairs.

Accompanied, the voice of an old gentleman who was somewhat hoarse.

"Hello, Dear Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, I am the editor of "New Singers and Contrarians......"

！？

This voice seems familiar......

Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes shrank sharply, and he quickly drew his wand and walked to the door.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember contributing to "New Singing and Singing"!"

"Please open the door, we're here to talk about the manuscript – our editor-in-chief appreciates your talent. ”

"I'm sorry, I've decided to close my pen for the time being!"

"Then at least let's have a brief interview, and we can also give you a special report. ”

"I—I'm not very convenient right now...... Why don't we make an appointment tomorrow?"

Gilderoy Lockhart's breathing gradually became a little shorter, and the wand in his hand was held high, trying to keep his calm.

He had already made up his mind that when these people left, he would immediately pack his bags and travel abroad - it would be too dangerous to never return here in a short time.

“......”

As the wizard answered, the voice outside the door fell silent for a moment.

Just when Lockhart relaxed a little, thinking that his delaying tactics had finally worked, and the other party began to consider giving up for the time being and preparing to come back tomorrow for an interview, he suddenly heard a helpless laugh from outside the door.

"Well, I'll make one last confirmation. ”

Different from the previous mildness, this time there was a hint of competence and danger in his tone.

"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, aren't you really going to open the door and talk?"

"Sorry, it's really not a good day for ......," Lockhart replied with some nervousness, swallowing his saliva.

"Understood, please stand back a bit, Mr. Lockhart. ”

“...... Wait, wait, what are you going to do?!"

"Bombarda Maxima!"

Rumble!

Before Gilderoy Lockhart could finish speaking, he heard a rapid spell outside the door, and the next moment the door of his house shattered into several pieces like a foam board, flew through the living room and landed heavily on the floor.

And behind the smoke and sawdust in the sky, a middle-aged wizard shrouded in a black high-necked trench coat.

"Is it really, really necessary, I'm just an ordinary home......"

Gilderoy Lockhart looked at the old wizard in the doorway, sighed helplessly, spread his hands, and tried to squeeze out his hearty smile, which had won the "Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award" five times.

"Actually, we could have had a friendlier ...... Forget it!"

As a master of the Oblivion Spell, Lockhart prides himself on his ability to cast spells quickly between smiles and words and to accurately hit opponents in small-scale wizard confrontations.

However......

"Except for your weapons!"

"Except for your weapons!"

"Armor protection!"

"Silver Shield Guard!"

"It's all petrified!"

As the wand beam in Girod Lockhart's hand flew out, at least five loud roars from different positions instantly sounded in his ears, and three powerful spells slammed into him, Lockhart flew backwards, slammed into the armrest of the sofa in the living room, slid down, and curled up on the floor.

As for the wand in his hand, it had already flown high under the spell and landed in the corner by the stairs.

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