"I have to get out of here right now."

Fourth floor of Hogwarts.

In the Office of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Lockhart paced back and forth with red eyes.

He's not one of those clear, stupid little wizards.

Although all of his stories are plagiarized from others.

But as an adult wizard, he still knew the Killing Curse.

Especially Mr. Aobo, who had just had a good conversation with him and invited him to talk in front of the court, died suddenly, which had a huge impact on him!

He wasn't a brave man in the first place.

After getting the stories of those ugly-looking old wizards who had no commercial hype value at all, he didn't even have the courage to go to the places in the stories that were out of danger.

"Dumbledore just used you like cannon fodder, I knew it from the beginning!"

Lockhart's office was a little dim. Just like his narcissistic personality, the walls are covered with his photographs and paintings.

Every oil painting was injected into consciousness by him.

At this point, the largest oil painting, a six-foot-tall self-portrait, with a greasy smile on his face, looked like he knew everything, "I didn't want you to take this position in the first place." ”

"Look at the present!"

"Fart! You were the first to say yes! Next to Lockhart's desk, on the erected drawing board, a picture of Lockhart painting Lockhart, the two Lockharts shouted together.

"They almost fainted without excitement!" Lockhart in another photo also chimed in.

"It's all your fault, I was the calmest at that time!"

"Calm down? Telling the news to the entire Diagon Alley portrait painting is also called calm? ”

"That's better than you, if you want to enter the Ministry of Magic, you can't get in!"

"It's your fault, you idiot!"

"It's you, you're you!"

"Bounce back. The rally is ineffective! ”

The fierce quarrel upset Gildero, "Enough! He roared, his fists clenched, "Now all we have to do is get out of Hogwarts as soon as possible!" ”

With a dead man under Dumbledore's nose, how could he have the courage to stay any longer.

"Escape from Hogwarts, and I can hide in America for a while." Suddenly, Gildero's eyes lit up.

Then a stiff face showed a slight forced smile, "I can write a book to expose the dark current affairs of Hogwarts and release it in the United States!" ”

"I think American wizards will love this new story!"

"The name - yes, it's called 'Hogwarts in the Dark, the Hard Years of My Struggle'."

For a moment, Gildelow felt that this idea of his own was simply a smart roommate discovering a smart woman's clothes - pouting smart!

My first original story starts at Hogwarts!

The filth and darkness of a thousand and five hundred years of magic academies, this- this will definitely be on fire!

That is, his influence will no longer be confined to the UK, but to the whole of North America, and he will become an internationally renowned writer!

"So what are you waiting for!" The huge portrait shouted, "Let's go now, go far." ”

"To Hogsmeade Village, where there is a network of Floo Routes to Diagon Alley."

"With the previous method, go to France first, and then go to the United States, and by then, even if Dumbledore wants to trouble us, it will be too late!"

After that, I didn't have time to think about why Dumbledore didn't look for him, the professor, Gildero, tonight, and waved his wand.

Everything in the room starts packing automatically.

The wardrobe folds automatically, and the calligraphy and paintings float and shrink.

In the blink of an eye, the office became empty.

It's like no one has ever lived.

Only two large suitcases in the center of the room prove that they were once inhabited.

"Click!"

Outside the window, a blue-white light illuminated the pouring rain.

Lockhart was startled by the sudden sound and subconsciously looked up.

"Ah~"

His eyes widened in horror.

Fear was written all over his face, as if he had seen something terrible!

He seemed to see one, not two!

The obscure window just shone through a figure.

But it was only a flash of lightning, and the brief glow of the lightning illuminated the window, but in the blink of an eye, darkness struck, and the figure disappeared again.

"Huhu~"

Lockhart, whose sideburns oozed a fine sweat, swallowed his saliva and stiffened his body to his suitcase.

He didn't have the courage to open the window to investigate.

He prefers to believe that it was just his delusion.

However, this only intensified his desire to leave.

Pushing open the door, as if a Dementor was chasing him, Lockhart's steps were extremely fast, almost taking only a few steps to sweep through the hallway.

Come to the spiral staircase.

Is it all over?"

Suddenly, an ethereal voice sounded in his ears.

As a wizard, Lockhart instinctively pulled out his wand.

"Who are you? I'm telling you, Dumbledore is in the castle, and if you dare to attack me—"

Before he could finish speaking, a red light suddenly struck from an unknown shadow.

"Bang!" The crisp sound was from the wand falling to the ground, and it traveled far away, as if he was in a pipe.

"Don't raise your wand at the witch, sir."

There seemed to be some kind of misty aura slowly wafting out of the darkness.

"Also, Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts at the moment, he's busy, busy explaining to the Ministry of Magic why one of their employees died."

The ethereal, even cold tone was like a sharp knife stabbing Lockhart in the heart.

He gasped for breath and slumped against his suitcase.

"Don't kill me, I've got money, I'll give you all the manuscripts, I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, you should have heard of it."

"I know you, Mr. Lockhart." A little bit of blue shines through the dense air, revealing in the darkness, and an illusory figure gradually stares.

With a light step, she stepped on the floor shrouded in darkness.

With each step, a dark moon appeared beneath her feet.

The dark moon, like a COB lamp, shone light on the figure.

"It starts with your despicable attack on a Bhutanese shaman, from your shameless plagiarism of his story, from your utter renunciation of the spirit of Ravenclaw."

"Mr. Lockhart, I know you."

Gildero, whose darkest secret had been revealed, stumbled and fell, and he sat on the ground, his head tilted, and his eyes looked at the figure in horror.

No one could have known about what he had done!

The spell damage caused by the permanent amnesia spell is currently beyond the reach of even the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

How did she know!

How did she know!!

"The heir of Ravenclaw has returned, Mr. Lockhart!" The figure walked calmly.

He saw the four blue arms, pointing at him.

He- his body actually began to petrify!!

"Whoever turns his back on Ravenclaw will meet his fate!"

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Sorry, it's a bit late for today's update.

(End of chapter)