Anything, in the process of development, will be divided into factions, either conservative or radical and crazy, and there are also these two factions among the ancient wizards, and the black and white magic starts from it, and there is no good or evil at first.

Black magic, from the simplest asceticism to self-harm, the production of horcruxes, this kind of means, probably the most extreme type of - the most drastic means to destroy one's own body and even soul, the pursuit of the great gain, hoping to exchange the greatest price for the greatest power, in one fell swoop to become a powerful wizard.

The reason why some people are willing to try extreme methods is because, while they are expensive, some of them do work, at least in the case of Horcruxes. With the slow evolution of the times, the system of strengthening oneself with normal means was gradually established and improved, and fewer and fewer people were willing to use black magic, which slowly became a heresy or even illegal behavior in the wizarding world.

The Elder Wand greatly sped up the process of making Horcruxes and eased the pain, though Lockhart was still in pain to the point of fainting.

Whether it's fainting, wand taking off, or terminating a spell...... Even if the Horcrux fails, the backlash will damage or even kill the attempter. Lockhart was almost half tossed to death for a Horcrux, how did Voldemort manage to make seven Horcruxes without dying? Did he cut off the pain nerve, but this is a pain in the soul...... Could it be that his soul is extremely unstable and can easily be divided?

Lockhart couldn't imagine, and wasn't ready to make a second Horcrux.

He stood up weakly, wiped the saliva and sweat from his face, dried his clothes soaked in cold sweat with his wand, walked to the bedside, and opened the drawer.

The door slammed open again, and Hermione rushed in with her wand in a panic.

"Oh-Gildero, what's wrong with you, I heard you screaming just now!" she said nervously, "your face is so pale, are you alright......?"

"Nothing. Look here. Lockhart found Mad Eye's prosthetic eye, which had been carefully placed in a crystal box with a date: September 3, 1997.

It was the day that Mad Eye was killed, and at least twenty Aurors were sacrificed that day. Even the false eye of the legendary Auror was used as a trophy - a glory for the Death Eaters, and Moody had killed and captured no less than twenty of them over the years, only to fall under the Death Eater's staff.

"It's the Mad-Eye's ......" The prosthetic eye still swung nimbly in the crystal box, and Hermione's tears were about to linger again.

Hermione held back her tears, but Lockhart didn't, his tears flowed all at once, and he remembered the first time he saw Moody's prosthetic eye, he was scared enough:

18 years old. Lockhart, who graduated from Hogwarts with almost all honors, was full of confidence. He thought he was strong enough, he thought he was good enough, he thought he was unscrupulous enough to adapt to the profession that had emerged under the policies of Barty Crouch Sr. So in August 1981, two months before Voldemort's first death, when the Death Eaters were still rampant in the wizarding world, when the strikers and law enforcement teams were busy, and the Auror department was in full swing, Lockhart walked into the Auror application office.

A broken table piled high with applicant forms, two chairs, of course. There is also an examiner. His face was covered in wounds, one eye was normal, and the other was slightly strange, with a false eye embedded in the middle of a pirate-like visor. Lockhart, who reads the newspaper a lot, certainly recognized it as Alastor Moody.

Lockhart suddenly became nervous, controlling every bit of his consciousness, and warned himself that every step here could be a test.

At that time, Moody's casually flipped through the information. Start asking questions. As for the questions he asked himself, they had long since disappeared into the sea of memories with the passage of more than ten years, but the first and last questions Lockhart still remembers. Even unusually clear. It's like the dew that rolls on the blades of grass in the morning and reflects the sun.

"Why do you want to be an Auror? Moody asked Lockhart.

"I hope I can stand up to the evil Death Eaters, capture the Dark Lord with my own hands, and protect the peace of the wizarding world. Lockhart replied calmly, the question that had crossed his mind countless times. "And I think I fit every bit of the recruitment. ”

【......】

The memory of the last question was clearer, as if it were right in front of him, and Moody put down Lockhart's application form: "Will you sell your mother to a brothel?"

Of course not! He remembered the fire in his stomach, but reason told him he couldn't answer that.

"Normally, no. Lockhart said quietly that he had been able to act since he was a child. "But if it's for the greater good, I'll do whatever it takes. ”

There is no doubt that Lockhart did a great deal of preparatory work and answered every question of Moody's perfectly, at least perfectly. So when Moody closed his profile, Lockhart knew he was definitely accepted.

Then Moody's next move immediately wiped out the image of Lockhart trying to maintain as Tarzan collapsed without changing his face - Moody reached for his prosthetic eye, and with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, he tried to completely pull his prosthetic eye off.

Buckled down.

down.

Get down.

Come.

Lockhart stood up at once, and after a second realized that he had lost his temper, he reluctantly sat back.

"Hahaha-" Moody's unabashedly mocking laughter seemed to still be in his ears, and for the next three years, this mocking laugh stayed with Lockhart until he completed his training and resigned from the Auror Division......

Moody held his prosthetic eye in his right hand, picked up a glass of water from the table with his left hand, soaked it in it, and scrubbed it as if it were his most beloved thing, while young Lockhart watched with a creepy disgust......

"Very well, starting tomorrow, you and I will start training. ”

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Now, the man who said this is dead, and the prosthetic eye that had scared Lockhart lay quietly in the crystal box, gurgling and spinning in it.

No one will ever call him "Little Gildero" with affection and banter, and no one will ever laugh at him for being cowardly as a mouse.

Seeing things and thinking about people, Lockhart suddenly broke down and cried bitterly, crying like a child, without any scruples...... Until Hermione hugged him.

"Gildero...... Don't be sad, Mad Eye is dead, and you've avenged him......" Hermione could have held back her tears, but now she could only cry with her lover. "Let's go, Harry, they're still waiting downstairs. ”

Lockhart had never been so vulnerable in front of her, but he was more complete and gave her a sense of security.

"No, it's far from revenge, there's still a long way to go......" Lockhart stopped his tears and put Moody's prosthetic eye into the space bag along with the crystal box, "You'll always be with me, right." ”

"Of course!" the girl replied decisively.

Lockhart hugged Hermione and kissed her hard. Then he returned to normal, wiped away his tears, and said coldly, "Let's go." ”

The two of them passed by the two corpses on the ground and left the room, Hermione not daring to look at them from beginning to end.

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[Moody has finally gone from a roleless character in the original book to the present image is basically complete, pay tribute to this legendary Auror.]

There are also some things to be made clear in advance, and there are at least the following after-effects of making Horcruxes:

1. Emotions are more likely to get out of control, which has already started in this chapter.

2. Lockhart, who is not very smart (Lockhart's IQ is normal or even high, but IQ is mainly related to logical thinking ability and has little to do with whether he is smart and clever) Lockhart's brain may be even worse, and his memory has deteriorated.

3. His restraint on some ** is even worse...... It may be a brief blackening, but eventually a way will be found to return to normal.

4. Decreased resistance to mental and spiritual attacks.

I hope that readers will not ask questions such as why Lockhart's personality has changed so much before and after, the soul is split, and if it can be as usual, it will not be normal. Look at Voldemort, who used to be a shrewd man, but became like a madman.

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