Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue (

Guidro Lockhart was born on January 26, 1964. His father was a Muggle and his mother was a witch.

He has two older sisters, but they are all Muggles. Since he received a letter from Owl when he was eleven years old, his wizarding talent was finally recognized. Lockhart's mother unscrupulously favored him among all his brothers and sisters, causing his vanity to grow like weeds. .

In their excitement, Lockhart and his mother forgot that Hogwarts was a school for all British and Irish wizards.

So when Lockhart entered the school with other students, he realized that wizarding talent was only the starting point.

Lockhart eventually scored into Ravenclaw.

At the same time, like those outstanding wizards, he also triggered the "hat embarrassment" phenomenon-he almost was sorted into Slytherin.

At the very beginning, Lockhart thought that he would become the object of discussion and attention.

Because in his opinion, he is an out-and-out and powerful genius, but as time goes by, he quickly realizes the cruelty:

There are more talented children here, and no one is impressed by his natural curly hair. Lockhart does have great abilities, and he is also smarter than most of his classmates. But his biggest shortcoming is that he is unwilling to try unless he is the best.

Lockhart can achieve good grades, and his teachers also believe that as long as he works hard, he can achieve his own career.

Although this may not reach his declared ambition:

He told other classmates that one day he would create the Philosopher’s Stone, and he planned to lead the England Quidditch team to a historic World Cup. In the future, everyone will read the textbooks written by him. He will end Voldemort’s era with his own hands. Britain's youngest minister of magic.

However, Lockhart's vanity is like this.

He does not learn to receive education, but to gain attention for himself.

He is eager to get attention and eager to win various awards, for which he can explode with admirable enthusiasm.

He asked Professor Dumbledore to start the school newspaper, just to see his name printed on it.

After seeing that these "feats" did not win him attention, he began to take more grandiose and dramatic measures.

He once engraved his name on the Quidditch court in 20-foot-long letters, which put Lockhart in confinement for a whole week;

He once projected his portrait into the sky like the Dark Mark. When he was still on Valentine's Day, he directed and acted to send himself 800 Valentine's Day cards, so that the breakfast that day was forced to cancel, because A lot of owl droppings and feathers fell into the oatmeal...

Undoubtedly, Lockhart's extraordinary behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of many people, and even many professors.

In his seventh grade, the newly appointed divination professor at Hogwarts angrily predicted that Lockhart’s future is filled with disturbing darkness, and he may encounter great misfortune before the age of thirty. Since then, he has been bound forever in a small narrow space and cannot leave.

Of course, the divination professor who joined the school in Lockhart's seventh grade was not aimed at Lockhart alone.

This seems to be the class style of the descendants of Cassandra Trelawney, and she has hardly made any relaxing predictions.

In the second year, it was also the second year of Voldemort's fall.

Lockhart also graduated from Hogwarts, and the whole school was relieved.

Perhaps it was subconsciously rebelling against the fate of the "Master of Prophecy"-after all, that was the teacher personally invited by Professor Dumbledore.

After leaving school, Lockhart did not look for a stable job like other graduates. Instead, as a writer, he traveled to various exotic places in the world and discovered the Forgotten Curse in the process. Wonderful usage outside the textbook:

[Trick the accomplished wizards and witches to reveal their greatest deeds, and then erase their memories for their own purposes. 】

Since then, Lockhart will write a book every time he returns to England, telling the heroic deeds that belonged to others.

Because of those so-called "deeds", Lockhart received many awards as he wished. He became a small accomplished writer, was invited to become a lifetime honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, and even received Merlin from the Sir Merlin. The Jazz Division III Medal.

As his fame and prestige grew, Lockhart also gradually began to feel uneasy.

After the book "Break with the Female Ghost" was successfully published, Lockhart did not continue his journey of "collection", instead, he bought a bunch of tool books about family magic and magical animals, and wrote them together. A book "Gidro Lockhart teaches you to remove pests from your home", and after the publication of this book, Lockhart originally finalized the content of the autobiographical novel "I Know Magic", but... …

Everything, everything, with the sound of knocking at his door that afternoon, completely melted into that bizarre new world.

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Deep in the jungle of Armenia.

In the dangerous and depressing atmosphere, the bright and relaxed laughter seemed a little out of place.

Lockhart leaned back in the chair to recover for a while, his smile resurfaced on his handsome face.

In the process of "torture" that night, no matter whether it was a curse, beating, or intimidation, none of them seemed to be able to erase the confident and charming smile on the blond wizard's face, so that even the werewolf wizard as the caster They couldn't help but admire a little in their hearts.

"Didn't you find the answer yourself? Ms. McIntosh—"

Lockhart smiled and looked at the middle-aged woman, blinked flexibly, and said in a relaxed tone.

"Yes, this is the hope of you, everyone in the room... and everyone outside."

"When this hope exists, I can't find a reason to persuade myself to deny and destroy this precious hope."

"As I said before, lupus disease is a magical disease. It is not a curse, but a disease that can be overcome. Its transmission route and symptoms are very clear-through saliva and blood contact in the crowd. It spreads in the medium and occurs in a very fixed environment."

"It's very simple to lie, but after a lie, it takes ten times a hundred times harder to re-establish trust..."

"Trust?! Stop talking stupid, you think you are the protagonist of the novel?"

Antilicia McIntosh sneered, and interrupted somewhat roughly.

"It was the first time I heard that someone would care about the trust from werewolves. When we were wolves, we didn't even believe in ourselves."

"Well, I can roughly understand your feelings." Lockhart shrugged, "but the trust we talked about is not the same. Teacher, then the treatment process will become very difficult-and if it is some extremely complex and dangerous disease, the price of lack of trust is too great, whether it is for the patient or the therapist, it is very dangerous."

"Ah--"

At this moment, a wizard standing behind Mackintosh let out a disdainful sneer.

"So you want to tell us that the werewolf antidote is stored in the vault of Gringotts, and it is clearly marked for a bottle of 500 gold gallons?"

"No, 500 gold gallons is a registration fee, and the specific treatment is elsewhere."

Lockhart replied politely, not caring about the iron expressions of the surrounding werewolf wizards.

"Then, dear Mr. Lockhart," the werewolf wizard suppressed his anger, his voice as if squeezed from his teeth, "can you tell us what exactly these five hundred Jin Jialong bought? If that thing is neither a potion nor a spell..."

"Patient's qualifications. Trust me, it's cheap."

Lockhart turned his head to look at the man, shrugged, and replied very seriously.

"As for more details of the treatment, I'm sorry, but I have no comment for the time being—"

"Enough! Shut up! Do you think we are all idiots?!"

The werewolf wizard roared viciously, roaring like a thunder, while looking at his surrounding friends.

"I'm fed up, don't you understand? This **** is just entertaining us! Five hundred Jinjialong or something, he knows that we can't afford such an expensive price-it can even be bought on the black market. Half a year of wolf poison potion! I made a mistake when I came here!"

"You can borrow from Gringotts. Those fairies will keep accounts. How can a wizard's credit loan be worth five hundred gallons..."

Lockhart raised his fingers and explained solemnly.

Although the Tianming Group's business lines are different, Gringotts belongs to the "Miss Fool" sphere of influence.

However, as one of the Greater Arcana, Lockhart still understands some new policies. And with Gringotts' loan records, as long as the werewolves who are debtors can still move, they can definitely get the care of the fairies... The last thing Gringotts lacks is work.

"Oh, shut up!"

But before he could finish speaking, Antilicia McIntosh raised his left hand and slapped his face with a slap. Lockhart rolled over with a chair and slammed into the wall of the cabin. In an instant, the irritable atmosphere in the room cooled down again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The other werewolf wizards in the room looked at the hands-on middle-aged witch in awe, even the roaring werewolf wizard was frightened. Jump.

But the next moment, they saw the middle-aged witch's right hand grabbing Lockhart's skirt and raising his whole body with one hand.

"Argus is right, you are a big talker..."

Antilicia McIntosh glanced at Lockhart, then turned and slammed it towards the door.

"Get out! While we haven't changed our minds yet, as for Jin Jialong-when I have raised enough, I will naturally come to you. Now this is not the place where your fellow stays. If you don't want to die tragically, take it quickly Get on your wand and roll as far as you can."

Lockhart's body wasn't strong in the first place, and after a long period of torture, it became extremely weak.

Pushed by the strange force of the werewolf witch, she was thrown out of the forest hut without any resistance, and after staggering for several steps, she fell down under the steps.

He looked around, perhaps because of the movement on their side, or because "time" was about to come. Around this not-so-wide forest clearing, he didn't know when to become more dazzling, compared to what he had come before. At that time, there were at least twice as many people.

Because the sky was too dim, Lockhart couldn't see the expressions and faces of the spectators around him.

However, judging from the different heights, tall, slender, or rickety figures around...

Lockhart supported his left hand on the muddy ground and stood up a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, I won't go anywhere—"

Lockhart showed a tired smile in the eyes of the werewolves looking at lunatics, walked to the steps of the cabin door and sat down.

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