Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Time flies, the Hogwarts school year is over, the auditorium is beautifully arranged, and the students are gathered together. Since the current score is Gryffindor, the auditorium is full of fresh red and golden ribbons. This is the symbol of the Gryffindor color. A banner hangs behind the main guest seat, which depicts a mighty lion.

The atmosphere of jubilation between the auditoriums was not only because the semester was over, but they were able to return to their homes for a pleasant holiday, and because they saw their long-awaited heroes in front of the guest table.

It was another routine Dumbledore speech. The students didn’t fall asleep, but they didn’t expect to be so excited. They looked forward to the speech of the handsome man behind Dumbledore.

“Well, it seems that my students can’t wait, my bad old fogey is better than the young people now.” Dumbledore still laughed at his own, and he didn’t care if his students were behind him. The man caught his attention.

“Now let the people you are looking forward to speak, I think he definitely wants to share a lot of opinions with you.” Dumbledore gave his position to the man behind him.

The students in the audience were applauded.

This man is not someone else, it is the Professor Lockhart that has been away from Hogwarts for a long time.

“Actually, I just did a little work.” Lockhart said with a smile on the stage, showing his grace and charming heroic posture. The white teeth exposed in the smile are as clean as a reflective blue. The robes of the color of the grass are worn on the body, and the various medals and honor signs are hung on them. Just by the action of each and everyone, it is enough to cause the cheers of the house students, no matter the men and women.

No matter what kind of culture, what kind of country, worship hero is the instinct of ordinary people.

Well, Slytherin’s students are currently exceptional, because their “heroic” feats are obliterated by the “heroes” on the stage.

“I, Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, oh, no, it should be second class. A few days ago, the Order of Merlin found me asking for a replacement medal, a Dark Force Defense League honorary member, and five times Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Awards, in fact, these are some fictional names. Among all my identities, I am most proud of being the professor of the Dark Magic defensive class at Hogwarts.” Lockhart gently tilted his head and looked forward to the front, with A little confusing, as if to remember his teaching career at Hogwarts.

Toughly fell, another burst of applause broke out in the auditorium. Both Harry and Ron’s hands were red, and they shouted Lockhart’s name.

“Thank you for your enthusiasm.” Lockhart made a gesture and everyone was quiet. “But for some reason, I can’t teach here anymore. I think Professor Dumbledore has told you that my ability to display magic has been met.” Great influence, as a Defense Against the Dark Arts course that is very important to everyone’s safety, I think the teacher in this position needs not only good theoretical knowledge, but also powerful practical ability. If I can barely compete before, now I have no such ability.”

There was a sigh of sighs immediately under the audience. The students were sorry but unable to do anything. As for the retention, they just thought about it. Although they are very grateful to him, apart from their own, from the perspective of their parents and schools, One such person will not be allowed to continue to serve as a teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

“Professor Lockhart!” Gryffindor’s position suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly. Many students, including Lockhart’s own eyes, cast on the person’s body and saw a fiery red eyeburning eye.

“Oh, isn’t this a Ron student?” Lockhart still had a gentlemanly smile, not annoyed by someone interrupting him. He reached out and made a gesture of asking, let Ron speak up. “Is there any problem?”

When I shouted, I didn’t care about it. When I finished shouting, I found myself nervous under the eyes, but Ron or Brace Oneself said: “I heard that our school’s professor will retire next year because he is older. He is our school Care of Magical Creatures. Teacher, I think you might be able to try this course?”

The students in each house whispered and discussed, and students other than Slytherin hoped that he would stay.

Lockhart was a little moved, but when he glanced at Dumbledore with the light, and saw his smiling look, he immediately took back his thoughts.

Because he remembered what happened to him at St. Mungo’s Hospital.

Fighting Basilisk, sacrificing yourself, protecting students, and adding a good reputation accumulated in society before, Lockhart has naturally become the darling of the major media in the Wizarding World, except for a magazine that is not very normal, almost all newspapers. I hope to interview him. When Lockhart woke up, he found himself lying on a big bed, covered with a white sheet, and then the door was opened. These western journalists flocked to the scene. I started to ask questions around his bed.

“Mr. Lockhart, I heard that your ability to display magic has been affected. Is this true?”

“Do you regret going to Hogwarts to teach?”

“What did you think when you saved the Granger student?”

“How did you defeat a Basilisk that has lived for hundreds of years or even longer?”

A series of questions made him even more confused, but Lockhart, which used to be low-level magic, can only be mixed in the Wizarding World to get rich. Naturally, there is something extraordinary – he will brag.

From the fact that he copied other people’s stories and sold his own books, his storytelling should be very good. The same story can be described as difference between Heaven and Earth.

Lockhart’s literary talent is very good, and there is no shortage of ambition. In the previous words, he realized that he seems to have been identified as a hero by these people, so he began to play himself, and he didn’t care if it was done by himself. Even though he only remembers that he seemed to faint on Christmas Day.

“When it was said that time was late, the Basilisk waved its huge tail and whistled the whistling wind, but you all know that I can only confront him with my eyes closed. My ears are the only ones that can identify the position. Means…so I…” Lockhart screamed and said nothing.

After a speech, all the reporters gave warm applause for his wit and bravery.

A reporter helped the glasses and said: “Mr. Lockhart just woke up, we can’t disturb his rest time any more. Today we will be here. I believe we will have more opportunities to interview him later.”

A group of reporters nodded said that after saying goodbye to Lockhart, they rushed out of the ward.

Lockhart lay back on the bed and thought about it all. This is not a matter of no hands and tails, he thought so. Before that, he dared to be so unscrupulously swindling and swindling because of the “Obliviate” effect, and this inexplicable heroic identity always gave him a deep sense of uneasiness. People always have some fear of things that cannot be grasped, even if they look at it. It might be a good thing.

However, Lockhart, who had opened a “press conference”, suddenly felt a burst of tiredness and surged into him. He decided not to think about it. He took a nap and then thought about the rest, just as he leaned back. When the head was about to come into contact with the soft pillow, his ray of light saw a bedside table next to the bed. One of the drawers was slightly opened, and there was a thick piece of information inside. He gave the hand to open the cupboard. File-like things were taken out.

At a glance, Lockhart’s death was full of sorrow and sleepiness disappeared. Immediately, he subconsciously looked at the door of the ward that had already been locked, and found out that there was no one to put a long breath.