Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Lockhart, as if glowing.

This was Hermione's feeling, and she suddenly understood Elena's description.

There was no change in his face and clothes, but he couldn't move his eyes.

When Elena pulled her forward, she suddenly felt that her steps became uncoordinated.

"Welcome back, Mr. Hanged Man." Elena nodded slightly.

"Good morning, Miss Fool." Lockhart said gracefully.

The two looked at each other for a while, and then burst into a smile at the same time. Elena said, "So—shall we go to the office to talk?"

"Well—of course..."

The three passed through the stone guards unimpeded, and reached the oak door of the principal's office along the spiraling escalator.

With a melodious bird call, the door of the principal's office opened automatically, and Elena walked in without anyone else.

"Well, wait outside for a while now... I'm going to tidy up the office."

Elena pointed to the row of portraits of the principal who had heard the sound on the wall, and explained with a smile.

You know, the portrait of the headmaster in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts only unconditionally obeys the decision of the official headmaster...

As Professor McGonagall's "acting principal" process begins to count down, she won't allow those "wallpaper" portraits to eavesdrop on the Great Akaro conversation.

"Ah, it's getting late... Let's go to bed for a while—"

"You rude little girl!"

"Oh. Then you bite me."

Hermione and Lockhart stood a little behind, side by side, pretending not to hear the quarrel.

While Elena was tidying up the office, Hermione raised her head and quietly looked at Lockhart next to her.

She noticed that at some point a ring had been put on Lockhart's left middle finger.

Not a nouveau riche-like exaggerated vulgar gemstone ring, but a very refined, minimalist diamond ring for men...

"I should get married, too, right?" Lockhart said.

She looked up and found Lockhart looking at her.

"Huh," Hermione was a little flustered, "you...you found...I don't know...congratulations—"

"Arkhipovna, you should remember her—Miss Justice," he said.

"Remember, the head of the Hogwarts off-campus research institute was recently promoted to A-level research director, responsible for the construction of the magic net and the controllable magic energy project."

Hermione replied without hesitation, as a "reserve justice", she did not relax, and every night she performed the official duties assigned by Elena to her.

"Well, Bona is the most intelligent and dazzling woman I've ever seen... Even without magical abilities, she's still like a god."

Lockhart flipped his palm and looked at the ring, and said softly, "I got engaged to her some time ago, and we will hold the wedding when this mission is over."

"..."

Hermione was silent for a while before speaking.

"Professor Umbridge has taken over your role as professor of grammar, and grammar has changed completely."

"Oh, that's my recommended alternative - Ministry of Magic officials aren't as capable of anything else, but they're really good at crunching words."

"So...Professor Lockhart, are you really not going to teach at Hogwarts in the future?"

"Perhaps in many years—"

Lockhart shrugged, looked around at the blue-gray castle walls, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile.

"Not now, of course... my Hogwarts story has come to an end for a while - you can't update adventure novels by staying in the castle all the time, right?"

"Elena said you were going to run for Minister of Magic. Is this the task of the Grand Arcana Council?"

"No, this is my dream."

Lockhart grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth.

"When I was still at Hogwarts, I could boast a lot—"

"For example, becoming the youngest Minister of Magic, leading the British Quidditch team to win the World Cup, and eradicating the power of Mysterious Man."

"Oh, and it's very funny and childish to eliminate evil in the world now that I think about it, and that non-magical people and magical people can one day..."

"—To live in harmony. And to sell your own line of shampoos."

Hermione glanced at the surprised Lockhart, and shrank back a little embarrassedly and explained.

"That's what you mentioned in 'Wandering with the Werewolves,' which also mentioned that you wanted a big bottle of Ogden Aged Hot Whiskey for your birthday."

"That's right. Five points for Gryffindor. You see - there are so many things and ideals I want to do, right?"

Lockhart said with a smile, bowed his head and winked mischievously at Hermione, and raised his fingers smugly.

"But...the two wishes in my birthday book this year have all come true."

"Whether it's living in harmony, or that big bottle of Ogden's Aged Heat Whiskey. There are many fans who know my story well-"

When Lockhart came back from the Armenian forest and saw the Russian shrew holding Ogden's Aged Hot Whiskey, he knew there was no way he could escape in his life.

Following Hermione's question, Lockhart seemed to have opened a chat box and began to chat about his stories with Arkhipovna.

Lockhart couldn't believe he had so many stories about Russian shrews.

Even if some of the content that is not suitable for children is cut out, he can tell no less than one of his novels.

Just as Gilderoy Lockhart was telling an interesting story about his vacation in Rome with Arkhipovna, a light cough suddenly came from the principal's office not far away.

"Professor Lockhart, maybe you can write a romance novel later."

Elena looked at him with a half-smile, and tapped her fingers on the redwood principal's desk.

"But before that... do we have to get down to business first, you didn't come to Hogwarts today to spread dog food."

"Okay, now you can come in. There are no extra ears and eyes in the office now."

Elena sat at her desk and waved to Lockhart and Hermione.

Lockhart shrugged helplessly at Hermione and strode into the office.

Hermione followed closely, looking around curiously.

Not knowing what Elena did, the walls of the room were empty.

The portraits of the previous principals that had been hanging around were now all put away.

"Okay, Miss Justice of the Reserves - I hope you can temporarily serve as the temporary secretary."

Elena looked straight, nodded slightly to Hermione, and then looked at Lockhart.

"Well... the follow-up plan, you should have known in advance, right?"

"Well, the impeachment of the Minister of Magic and the campaign, right?"

Gilderoy Lockhart put away his smile, glanced at Elena with a slight complaint, and took a sip of the black tea next to him.

"Actually, that's about all I know. No one has told me the specific plans. I just got the news that the holiday is over early..."

"Yes, I think the honeymoon of nearly two months is very long." Elena said indifferently, "As for the extended vacation, you can find Dumbledore."

"If Dumbledore deliberately wants to hide, no one in this world can find him," Lockhart said, putting down his teacup, and asked curiously, "What the **** is going on now, are we going to run the Ministry of Magic? Putting on a confrontation? I thought we were behind the scenes, and then waited for an opportunity to form a new government?"

"It's inevitable that the Ministry of Magic will be demolished and rebuilt," Elena said firmly, "but both will happen at the same time. I don't want to have a centralized opposition group."

"You really insist that we can replace the existing magical government?"

Lockhart frowned, staring sharply at Elena, rubbing his fingers lightly on the rim of the teacup.

"Just based on the discussions of a few of us, a new set of rules will be formulated and used as a new administrative system for the new era in the future?"

"That's actually not a new rule," Elena said with a relaxed expression, "There are dozens or hundreds of countries in this world that have tried it."

"The government of the non-magical world. The magical world should not have been there for a while, right?"

Lockhart said softly, took out a small notebook from his arms, and looked at Elena seriously.

Unlike the cowardice of a few months ago, after the night of the werewolf was over, he finally realized what a member of the Greater Arcana was.

"Then what are my campaign ideas and main points of attack? My words and deeds must be consistent with the direction of governance. I never tell them directly that I intend to promote the fusion of the magical world and the non-magical world. Well, the main direction of attack is the magical world now. The phenomenon of blood discrimination. Then, speaking at the International Confederation of Wizards: The British magic circle withdrew from the "Secret Act", a new era of human civilization has arrived, the original old rules no longer apply to the magic circle, and there are strong wizards who refuse to accept it. You can just draw your wand and arrest me..."

The magic book belonging to Lockhart floated up, and the pages opened as if to record something~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but the look on Lockhart's face became serious.

"Of course," he pressed his right hand on the flipped magic book, and glanced at Elena sitting on the table, "Miss Fool's plan won't be so stupid, will it?"

"Actually..." Elena replied sweetly, "Miss Fool's plan is so stupid."

Lockhart stared at Elena, and Hermione was stunned. Not far from the bird stand, Phoenix Fox made a pleasant chirping, and spread out its wings and flapped it.

"Do you want me to follow Grindelwald's example of breaking the secrecy law as the governing point?!"

Lockhart looked at Elena in disbelief. He just said it casually.

"That's right," Elena said. "That's understandable. You're targeting the old wizarding world. Just like Grindelwald."

"But compared to him, this time your attack purpose and direction will be more pure. We want to raise a flag, and you are the first wizard to raise it."

"The Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards will surely persecute you frantically, such as locking you in Azkaban, torture with the Cruciatus nonstop - or secret executions."

"Oh, take it easy." Elena said seriously, "Of course there can be no life-threatening."

As Elena mentioned Azkaban and torture, Gilderoy Lockhart's face turned pale, and the magic book in his hand was almost unsteady.

"When the magic government loses trust and darkness gradually descends, there must be a spark of hope..."

"And you, Lockhart, Mr. Hanged Man—you are the kind of fire."

"From now on, you are the third-generation Dark Lord."

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