Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Sporadic moonlight crossed the clouds and fell evenly on the Armenian forest.

The mottled shadows of the trees are intertwined with the silver-white light curtain, and some light and shadow seem to be leaping in the quiet depths.

"A letter from Hogwarts! Thank you Merlin! Guidro, you are a wizard!"

The woman sobbed with excitement, and he saw the pride in her eyes, and the joy that was far greater than ever before, so that he even forgot to ask what Hogwarts was.

"Not to Slytherin? So... Ravenclaw!" the hat shouted loudly above his head, and there was thunderous applause.

"These magics? No tricks, I have learned them at home a long time ago..." a little Slytherin wizard said with a proud expression.

"Don't show off your little cleverness in front of the eagle ring, freshman. You can't fool the eagle ring."

Several girls opened the door from inside, looking at the curly-haired boy who was standing in front of the bronze knocker and playing.

"...How many excellent points do I have to get before you can let me join the club?"

"You are very smart." In the potions professor's office, some blessed professors inadvertently knocked their pipes. "But the evaluation of'excellent' is sometimes just the shackles of certain wizards. You must at least reach Evans. That level..."

"What are you studying for? Mr. Lockhart... There is more than just a first in life, no one is an all-rounder."

In the phoenix's sweet singing, the old wizard with a crooked nose said gently, raising his hand and patting his shoulder lightly.

"I founded the school newspaper, look at... my name! In the school newspaper, look at it..."

"Lockhart, confinement for a week! No graffiti on the Quidditch court!"

"Breakfast cancellation! Cancel—Lockhart, get you and your pile of letters out of the auditorium immediately!"

Amid the roar of several professors, the overwhelming owl dropped the pink letter and left lightly.

A hill made of letters of confession appeared at the desk of the Ravenclaw College. In the middle of the hill, the silver prefect badge on the chest of the handsome boy was as bright as his smile, and the faces of the faculty and staff not far away were at the desk. The gloomy professor formed a sharp contrast.

"The Death Eaters attacked the Wizarding Quarter of Belfast, and when the Auror arrived..."

"What is a mysterious man? When I graduate, I will defeat him and become the youngest Minister of Magic in history.

"Dark Mark! Why is it at Hogwar-Where is that **** Lockhart!?"

Over Hogwarts Castle, the dark green magic mark bloomed in the sky, and then... it turned into a huge portrait of a young wizard.

"Mr. Lockhart, I don’t know—I saw it! If you want to escape Deathwing, you’d better stay away from Hogwarts Castle and the British magical world. This is a little bit from the great-granddaughter of Cassandra A little advice... Ah, I feel something extremely dangerous..."

"The job of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters is very suitable for you. As long as you work for a few years with peace of mind, you will definitely accomplish something-but traveling around the world, writing books and fighting against black magic? These... alas, good Well, if you still insist—"

Dean Ravenclaw saw the pride in his eyes and sighed lightly.

"Dear Mr. Lockhart, I am very sorry, but your manuscript did not meet the requirements of our publisher."

"Wait, do you want to write this into a book and publish it?! Replace the cover with you? Don't even think about it, I warn you that it's better to immediately—"

In the small town by the Armenian forest, the ugly old wizard drew his wand angrily, but the young man on the opposite side moved faster than him.

"Forget it all!"

"The story is very exciting, the response is very good, the first edition is all sold out!"

"Do you have any other stories? Lihen Bookstore said that they are considering vacating a separate bookshelf for you."

"Forget it all!"

"Forget it all!"

"Hello, distinguished Mr. Lockhart, we are the editors of "New Singer"..."

The wooden door was smashed into pieces by the spell like a bubble, and it cracked together with the world of the house owner's past.

"This child... I've handed it to you, comrades from the magical world-now, erase my memory. If one day she can show up in front of the world openly, please remember to help me tell everyone, she There used to be a beautiful Russian name."

In the huge shadow cast by the Huberian, the old man with a pipe in his mouth smiled broadly.

Behind him, hundreds of Muggle workers and shipyard technicians greedily looked at the giant beast beside him, as if they wanted to imprint it in their dreams.

"Maybe you don't need to tell me, please live your life, sir. Forget it."

"The commission is over, you are free now—"

"I volunteer to join—"

"Fulfill your promise, the devil from the destiny! Please help me take these children out alive!"

"Humans have reproduced for 250,000 years, but only recently..."

"The black wizards under the control of the Foundation are under your control—"

"Special Containment Item-017, Marvolo Gunter's ring, temporarily unblocked-ready to be recycled!"

A wizard hiding behind the mask tapped the magic watch on his wrist and said softly.

Voldemort's remnant soul languished under the breath of the three-headed dog, and there was a mess around him.

The young wizard smiled charmingly at the reporter and waved his hand humbly.

"Hero? No, I'm just a passing author."

Dumbledore was much older: "Peter, why are you?" "Let’s cast spells together, Guidro, let you dominate—"

"Welcome to the O5 Council, this is your Grand Arcana, Mr. Hanged Man."

"The Hanged Man, Tarot, Tarot... Ah, here-sacrifice, atonement, continuation of justice..."

Hogwarts Library, the pages of the book are turned, and then turned back.

"This is a multiple-choice question, understand? Lockhart!"

The Russian shrew was in a bad mood, but he suddenly had the urge to kiss him.

"Grand Arcana, never do multiple-choice questions—"

"Yes, my "Wandering with Werewolves" is not my personal experience. The prototype of the story comes from an old wizard in Armenia. I cast a despicable oblivion spell on him so as to make the book sales better... "The dazzling flash made him almost unable to open his eyes.

"Lockhart? You bastard, I don't have your turn to help!"

"You don't even have the strength to stand up right now, and you say without shame that you want to save the werewolf, it's ridiculous!"

Deep in the gloomy dense forest, the moonlight began to become bright and bright.

Those fog, tree shadows, and moonlight faded away, and finally turned into the conversation a few minutes ago.

"Miss Fool, think about it carefully. In the past few decades, I have always wanted to do something hard, but the end is always strange."

"When I was studying at Hogwarts, I wanted to be the most dazzling star, but it turned into a campus nightmare. After graduation, I wanted to travel the world well and want to become a great wizard, but the'forgotten curse' And vanity made me live a different way. I finally embarked on a great path, but that was not what I saw myself. Miss Fool, do you understand what I mean?"

"Um."

"So, I want to...try to do something, only I will do...something right, but not so cost-effective~www.readwn.com~Huh?"

"I am obviously not the one who can change the world-I finally understand this now."

Lockhart let out a sigh of relief. After seeing Elena, Grindelwald, and knowing so many great, respectable, desperate people, he finally understood that he and the brightest star Where is the gap between us, it is really...too far away...

"However, I can create time and opportunities for you to make decisions."

"Werewolves gather in this forest. After they become wolves, they will unconsciously attack the nearest human being."

"My strength is not strong, it is impossible to threaten them under the siege of a group of werewolves, which means that they will not run away."

"And with the howling of the werewolves, they will continuously summon the werewolves hidden nearby. If the tower, the Pope, you, and the Hyperion, you can gather all the werewolves before dawn... The Berlean has arrived. With the efficiency of the three of you, before midnight today, you can definitely conclude that whether it is used as a decoy for the general attack or as a gathering of sheltered crowds, these..."

"What about you? What if I didn't come back, or you didn't stick to the scheduled time?"

"..."

"Don't worry, I can at least run away before being bitten to death—"

Lockhart smiled pretentiously, "There are still people waiting for me to go back. Even if I become a werewolf, I won't find a short sight."

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