After the battle, the Aurors captured Peter Wormtail, the hero of Voldemort's resurrection, a few miles away. He attempts to turn into a rat and escape, but triggers an alarm spell that covers the entire Snowton Mountains and is located by a magic marker.

In that cave, the Ministry of Magic personnel found four strange pots of medicinal soup that were still steaming, and searched for a large number of medicinal herbs and magical items. These were actually inferior Horcruxes that were all destroyed by Lockhart's order, and the potions were sent to the Ministry of Magic's warehouses......

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Voldemort's last Horcrux was indeed not found, but so what. Lockhart wasn't nervous about doing it anymore, and unlike eighteen years ago, this time, the Death Eaters had been uprooted. He even had a plan to eradicate the roots, as long as the raw materials for unicorns and resurrection soup were strictly controlled, and then the wizarding world could slowly keep up with the rhythm of the Muggle world and enter a golden age of rapid development......

Wait until a dozen or even decades later, even if Voldemort can find a chance to resurrect after a lot of hardships, only to find that the wizarding world not only has no followers for him, but his bloodline theory has no soil to take root, and even the law enforcement department of the Ministry of Magic is strong enough to deal with him, what will his expression be?

At that time, even if he rebelled against the sky, what could he do?

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When he came to his senses, Lockhart was still resting on the doorstep of the door, and when he felt a little more conscious, he opened the door and leaned against the wall into the room, and lay down on the sofa in the living room in the dark. The magic in his body is flying rapidly, and he may have to cultivate for a while...... But don't worry, Voldemort is dead, his body is in tatters by the spell, and he can't see the majesty of the former Dark Lord at all. All the Death Eaters were brought back to the Ministry of Magic and imprisoned in the dungeon, and no one threatened them anymore.

He had lent the Philosopher's Stone to Dean Bloodny, so that he could take it back and completely remove the curse of the family members, and his injuries could slowly recover...... It no longer needs to be repaired by sacrificing the total amount of mana.

But there's one thing that burns his eyebrows and can't wait any longer—after sitting on the couch for a moment to steady the magic running around in his body, Lockhart looks at the clock on the wall. It's 4 o'clock in the morning, Hermione should still be asleep, and the Ministry of Magic must still be under martial law except for a group of Death Eaters...... It seems a little too suspicious, Voldemort is dead, what else is there to try?

But I can't bear the ** of blood anymore, and if I delay it for a while, I will lose my mind......

Go to the street to find a wizard to suck blood? don't have that strength, and where can you find a lone wizard so late......

Fortunately, there is a small blood bank in the house......

"Why is it always Ginny?" Lockhart himself was a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't control his steps. Go upstairs to Ginny's room......

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There was still a bright light under the crack in the door, and it seemed that the girl had not slept yet.

Lockhart gently pushed open the door, and Ginny was sitting on the bed, looking intently at a small notebook in her hand in the light of the bedside lamp, and when she found Lockhart coming in, the girl first showed a surprised expression, and then a little panicked, and quickly stuffed the things in her hand into the blanket.

"Professor, you're back. Why are your clothes torn...... Mystery Man...... Dead?"

"It's dead, it's dead. Lockhart walked straight up to her, "Good girl, I'm hurt. Let me suck blood—"

"What—ah!" Before Ginny could react, she was pressed against her shoulders on the head of the bed. The experience of being sucked blood many times made her subconsciously tilt her head to the right, exposing the carotid artery to facilitate the other party's next move.

The left side of her neck was numb, and Lockhart had begun to suck her blood.

One bite, two bites, three bites...... The vampire pressed on the girl. Greedily enjoying the delicious ...... The feeling of blood sliding down her throat was so wonderful that I wanted to suck her dry in one bite...... It wasn't until his stomach could feel the warmth of the blood that Lockhart realized he couldn't continue. Raised her head and healed her wounds......

Feeling much better, Lockhart licked his lips, and his body and mind were completely relaxed: "Good girl, it's time to sleep, what are you looking at so late." ”

Before Ginny could stop him, Lockhart reached into the blanket and pulled out a booklet.

"What are you doing," Ginny quickly reached for it, "this is my diary!"

"Why do you have an 'H' on the cover of your diary?" Lockhart raised his hand and opened it to look at it, "And the handwriting is Hermione's, you peek at my wife's diary?"

Lockhart had approved the students' homework for several years, and of course he could recognize Hermione's handwriting.

"I peeked at Hermione's diary, not to see what you like!" Ginny was aggrieved: "You guy, you have kissed and touched me, and even sucked a lot of blood from others, you just don't want me seriously!"

"I'm sorry, Ginny, I'll make it up to you later-"

Ginny bowed her head silently, tears dripping from her chin to her arms, and her face was a little pale after being sucked a few hundred milliliters of blood.

"Don't cry, good girl...... Lockhart panicked and apologized for a moment: "Come, I'll kiss you, okay-"

"Don't touch me!" Ginny slapped his hand away uncharacteristically, choking up so much that he couldn't finish his words, "It's disgusting...... When she sucks people's blood, she calls them 'good girls'...... In the blink of an eye, she said that people were unreasonable crazy girls......" She sobbed: "Compensation, what compensation, it's all over now...... You...... Do you want me or not?"

There was still a girl's taste in his mouth, and the blood with magic in his stomach also made Lockhart feel very happy, and he suddenly felt extremely guilty when Ginny cried:

This girl has probably sucked more blood than Hermione, as a vampire, he should have tried his best to please and treat Ginny well, but now it is the other way around, Ginny always meekly sucks his blood, and has even been drugged and hurt by him...... Such a girl pleaded and tempted herself in all kinds of ways, but he always disliked the other party...... Isn't it a little too unconscionable?

Ginny didn't annoy him, but she was too familiar and intimate to do it.

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The voice in my head came out again: You risked your life to protect the stability of the wizarding world, and now that it's all over, it's time to enjoy it, so take Ginny and treat her as a reward for yourself......

"You sucked so much blood from me tonight, and now I'm so dizzy and uncomfortable, and I don't know when I'll recover......" Ginny's tears flowed more and more: "Tomorrow people will have to endure the discomfort of losing a lot of blood and continue to find ways to seduce you, and then you will be bored and say that it is 'daily harassment'...... It's really not interesting to think about......"

"Ginny, I'm sorry for you," Lockhart didn't know if he was hot again at the moment, he grabbed Ginny's hand: "You don't have to find a way to seduce me tomorrow, I'll give you an explanation...... I'll think about it for another night, how do I handle this?"

"Okay...... But if you have to go back and say that three years from now, I'll treat you as if I never knew you, and I'll tell my mother all about you sucking my blood, and no, Rita, and let her write you a feature too!" Ginny wiped tears from her eyes: "And then I'm going to seduce every man I meet, to sleep with them, to be a bad girl, and finally to marry a Muggle!"

"Sleep well, don't think nonsense. ”

Lockhart shook his head, helped Ginny to lie down, covered her with a blanket, and turned back to his bedroom.

The room was still dark, except for the moonlight from the window, and everything was the same as when he had left a few hours earlier. Lockhart took off his torn robe, which barely covered his body, climbed into bed, and unhooked Hermione, who was still asleep and had no idea what was going on, and then hugged her tightly......

Is there anything happier than being able to come back alive, drink a mouthful of delicious witch blood, and sleep with the woman you love the most?

Hermione was woken up in her sleep, and in a daze, she rolled over and hugged her husband, smelling the reassuring smell of his body, closing her eyes and continuing to dream just now......

Tomorrow will be a sunny day.

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――(To be continued......)