Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Trial Day, Hogwarts, Quidditch Court Central Court.

Gilderoy Lockhart stood on the stone platform, looking up at the countless faces above.

Many years ago, on the night he engraved his name on the court, he also looked up like this.

Compared to the youthful and naive self back then, the self now has obviously grown a lot, but it seems that nothing has changed.

McGonagall is right, he is a person who desperately desires the attention of others - but the gaze he really desires is not this fleeting curiosity, but that Miss Fool's mouth can last for thousands of years, across forests and plains , the sea, imprinted in the attention from generation to generation and the process of civilization.

"This world is fair and cruel, Mr. Hanged Man, if you want to get some, you must give up the other..."

Elena's voice sounded in Lockhart's mind. His gaze continued to hover above, and finally landed on a woman in a white coat at the corner.

As for the follow-up plan for this speech, he didn't tell Arshi completely, or he didn't tell her all the decisions of the Great Arcana Council.

The magic world lacks a spiritual leader to ignite the fire, but Lockhart can only serve as the igniter, not the leader.

In a sense, this may be his last speech in front of the world.

"What the **** do you want to do?! Gilderoy Lockhart!"

At this moment, Kingsley's angry shout came from ahead.

Time is up.

Gilderoy Lockhart withdrew his gaze reluctantly, closed his eyes, and let out a light breath.

Now, he wants to cut off the past with his own hands and ignite the spark of the new era.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the Ministry of Magic, the International Confederation of Wizards and, of course, my colleagues and students..."

Lockhart opened his eyes again, a bright smile bloomed on his face, and his white teeth shone in the sun.

"I'm very sorry, I've been deceiving everyone for a long time."

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with the Ministry of Magic's allegations and those rumors. I'm a big liar."

"The protagonists of the stories I wrote were not me. Some were old American wizards, some were Yorkshire witches, and some were Armenian witchers."

Lockhart said unhurriedly, looking forward calmly, with a straight back and no guilt on his face, his voice was steady and proud.

"That's right! I secretly attacked them, stole their memories, and wrote those wonderful autobiographical novels."

"And why? Oh, obviously, no one wants to read about ugly old witches or bad witchers—"

With Lockhart's voice, there was an uproar in the surrounding stands, and many people uttered angry and contemptuous scolding.

On the other hand, Connelly Fudge's face was puzzled, and he didn't understand what Lockhart was going to do.

However, he quickly calmed down and took the initiative to respond to Lockhart's words... Today's protagonist should be him, not Lockhart!

"Very well, Mr. Lockhart, it looks like you admitted all the charges, then—"

"No, Mr. Fudge, not all..."

Lockhart smiled and shook his head, raised his fingers, and corrected himself seriously.

"In literary creation, the prototype may belong to someone, but the core of the story is the author's own."

"The insights, ideas, and wishes in those novels are my own, and they are the creator's confidence."

"...This isn't a grammar class, Mr. Lockhart. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

Cornelius Fudge frowned, interrupting Lockhart somewhat roughly.

He took a document out of his arms, glanced at it, and cleared his throat.

"Then, Gilderoy Lockhart--I think you'd better keep quiet for now and wait."

"As the Minister of Magic, I declare that you will deliberately harm, defraud, disrupt society, profit improperly, collude with dark creatures..."

Connelly paused for a moment, then turned to glance at several senior magic commissioners from the International Federation of Wizards.

"Well, also, I have repeatedly attempted to undermine the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act and provoked war..."

"A total of seventeen counts, Azkaban sentenced to life imprisonment-"

"I said just now that I agree with all the sentences."

Before Connelly could finish speaking, Lockhart suddenly said.

His voice was steady and calm, but it had some kind of power that made people unconsciously quiet down.

"Obviously, no matter from the moral or legal level, my past behavior has nothing to justify."

"If a wicked person like me is not thrown into prison, that is the biggest stain on the magical social order."

Lockhart took a long breath, stood up straight and looked at the countless faces above.

"However, the meaning of legal judgment is to deter and warn..."

"As a former Hogwarts professor, a well-known author in the wizarding world, and the recipient of Wizards Weekly's most charming smile—"

Lockhart grinned, showing a hearty smile, watching Cornelius Fudge and others speak seriously.

"I hope to say something before going to jail, don't let them become the stupid me I am today."

"...Hmph, anyway, now you want to say that I can't stop you, right?"

Cornelius Fudge snorted disapprovingly.

His eyes swept across the "amber" barrier next to Gilderoy Lockhart.

However, with Lockhart's voice, his face became slightly better, and Fudge nodded to Kingsley for him to step back temporarily.

Anyway, Lockhart has pleaded guilty. When "Amber" disappears, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic can arrest him on the spot and send him directly to Azkaban Prison.

"thanks-"

Lockhart nodded gracefully, raised his head, and looked across the sky.

After a few seconds, he regained his sight and stood up straight.

"I'm very fortunate to have such an opportunity to come back here, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—"

"Here, I will witness a fair, solemn trial about freedom with everyone."

At the same time, Elena tapped the crystal sheet on the seat.

Invisible magic ripples spread out along the sky, and the magic net was officially activated.

Hogsmeade Village, Diagon Alley, Lipps Magic Street, Magic Radio, Leaky Cauldron…

The magic crystal **** that had been placed in advance lighted up one after another, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com projected some vague light and shadow in the air.

As the magic ripples spread, a five-minute delayed magic video appeared in all public places in the magic society.

……

"Hey, what is that—"

"Old John, the Leaky Cauldron Tavern has a new function?"

Diagon Alley, Leaky Cauldron, an old London store.

The drunken drinker frowned slightly as he looked at the magic light and shadow in the air.

"Wait, I know him—isn't that Gilderoy Lockhart? The big talker?"

"Oh, maybe it is. Anyway, just watch it as a show."

John Abbott wiped the glass, looked up at the shadow slowly, and dealt with it casually.

"The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic came a few days ago and helped me install this for free. They said they wanted to promote the trial of some criminal..."

"Well, that's no ordinary criminal - he almost became Minister of Magic."

Another old witch said, she tapped the shriveled tobacco bag and sneered.

"Let me tell you, the Ministry of Magic had a lot of fun watching this time..."

"How can there be such a handsome and sunny criminal."

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