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Chapter 162 Lockhart's House
Chapter 162 Lockhart's House
Gilrod Lockhart, a glamorous name, renowned in the wizarding world.
He is the most famous author, the author of the number one and number two bestselling wizard books, the wizard who won the title of most beautiful smile five times in a row, and also received the Order of Merlin, Class III.
From any wizard's perspective, Gilrod Lockhart is the kind of person most wizards aspire to be, except for himself.
Only Lockhart himself knew that he was actually a despicable, hypocritical liar.
All his stories are fabrications, based on other people's memories. He is not a brilliant wizard at all, nor is he a skilled fighter. The only spell he is proficient in is the Oblivion Curse.
He made the original owners of those stories forget everything, and then he claimed the stories as his own—it was a flawless scheme that not only prevented them from being exposed but also made him a star in the public eye.
This is something Lockhart has always hoped for.
Until June of last year, Dumbledore's visit shattered all of this. Lockhart had assumed that Dumbledore was just a fan of his, but he ignored his priceless autograph.
He simply made a request to become a professor at Hogwarts—Lockhart, of course, knew his own limitations; he was definitely not cut out to be a professor.
So he tried to refuse—but Dumbledore offered him a price he couldn't refuse.
Harry Potter, a child even more adored than him, a child who defeated that person—
If I could become his professor, my reputation would rise even higher.
Lockhart accepted the invitation, which, in retrospect, was probably the worst decision he ever made.
Many things happened afterward; he made some harmless jokes and gained many loyal fans.
Until the day he met Miss Hamilton—who seemed so timid and harmless—he realized that she could come up with such a despicable and wicked idea.
Using a broken headband to access other people's memories—Lockhart never imagined he would be exposed like this.
Beneath that pale face and trembling words lay unparalleled evil and hypocrisy; she was a demon in disguise, a being even more wicked than the Death Eaters.
Even after learning her secret, she pretended to be innocent and tried to extort money from her.
But what terrified Lockhart most was that she had absolutely no interest in money—she must have been seduced by the immense fame that could come from exposing the greatest wizard and writer, Gerald Lockhart.
He wanted to use the Oblivion Charm on Miss Hamilton, but he was also afraid of the ability she displayed. Lockhart had never seen anyone like her who could cast all spells silently.
She must be chanting the Unforgivable Curse all the time—Lockhart felt he could see the despicable and malicious intent behind that hypocrisy.
Lockhart was frightened. He wanted to run away but was bound by Dumbledore's words; the old man seemed to know something extraordinary.
In a state of constant anxiety, Lockhart arrived on Christmas Eve—and then, he suddenly understood something.
If I'm really afraid of what that short Death Eater might do, why not find something to hold against her—she must have some connection to evil.
Lockhart didn't know where the inspiration came from, or if it was just a sudden idea, but anyway, he made that decision.
So, on Christmas Eve, he broke into Miss Hamilton's office and ransacked it—until his eyes were drawn to an open diary on the table.
There was a line of text on it.
"Gierod Lockhart, only I can save you."
Blinded by greed, Lockhart took the diary.
The diary was indeed a good handle, and after obtaining it, Lockhart finally had the courage to face the diminutive Death Eater.
Everything seemed to be back on track—until, until he discovered the truth about the diary.
The true owner of the diary was not a Death Eater, but the Death Eater's master.
Voldemort.
He didn't shy away from his past experiences, but rather used them to suppress Lockhart's fears, though it didn't really matter anyway.
For Lockhart, Miss Hamilton was someone he hated far more than Voldemort at that moment.
Voldemort also seemed to have some kind of obsession with Miss Hamilton.
Lockhart collaborated with Voldemort, and on Voldemort's advice, he kept getting close to Miss Hamilton and then tried various methods to invite her.
Lockhart believed he could handle a monster like Miss Hamilton if he invited her to his home, where she was alone and drugged.
Yes, a monster.
This was Lockhart's conclusion after learning everything about Miss Hamilton from Voldemort, and Lockhart pulled out the newspaper article that had her name on it.
I learned that the person not only pretended to be innocent and timid, but also pretended to be a young girl.
That's absolutely terrifying!
Lockhart resolved to take a more suitable approach—but without success, even though his invitation seemed to appeal to Miss Hamilton, it was always thwarted by a bunch of damned students.
What Pinecone Party? — A bunch of damned kids who mess with my thinking!
If Lockhart had known magic, he would have already attacked.
This situation continued until Valentine's Day. Although Miss Hamilton dared not report him, she was constantly worried about it happening.
Finally, he mustered up the courage to invite Miss Hamilton again that day, but was interrupted once more—at that moment, he suddenly felt Voldemort, who was following him, do something.
When he came to his senses, he saw the old woman who had been pretending to be young use her wand to erase everything in the hall and then disappear.
Terrible—terrible guy—
Not just her, but also the guy who lives in the diary.
Lockhart discovered that he seemed to have gotten involved with too many people and things he shouldn't have.
In particular, he also discovered that his health was deteriorating.
This must be the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts, right? Of course he'd heard about it—what use was there for him to stay in such a lousy school?!
Since the task of educating Harry Potter was already complete, Lockhart decided that he had no reason to stay there any longer, and so, at an opportune moment when Dumbledore was leaving Hogwarts.
Lockhart chose to leave, or rather, to escape.
He simply couldn't stand it anymore!
He's currently at home packing his things, preparing to go abroad for a while, until things calm down or he has new inspiration before returning.
"Bang bang bang".
But then, there was a knock on the door.
Lockhart took a deep breath and gripped his wand tightly.
"Lockhart—Mr. Lockhart? Are you—are you there?"
The most despicable voice he had ever heard—behind that tender, somewhat immature voice lay boundless malice.
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