allendalepharm Chapter 170: Term Ends in One Year!
Chapter 170: Term Ends in One Year!
Chapter 170: One-year term ends!
Voldemort paid the money first, so Lockhart naturally wouldn't default on the payment.
The only problem is that there is another person imprisoned in his fairy tale books—Mrs. Mary.
Although Ms. Mary was in the Bloodline Hall of the Department of Mysteries under the guise of an experimental assistant and a guard, she was actually serving the students wholeheartedly.
Lockhart can understand Ms. Mary. He was an orphan in his previous life and would occasionally resent his parents for abandoning him. But sometimes, when he saw other families reunited happily, he would envy and long to find his parents.
However, when he brought the fairy tale book to the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic again, and secretly blended it into the thick fog of the Bloodline Hall, he saw Mrs. Mary looking dejected.
"You look a little unhappy?" Lockhart asked curiously.
Mrs. Mary quietly wiped away her tears, her eyes red and somewhat lost as she stared blankly at the thick fog outside. After a long while, she turned to Lockhart and said, "He's always known I'm his daughter, hasn't he?"
Lockhart shrugged. "I don't know either, but if you want to know the answer, I can help you."
Ms. Mary looked somewhat somber. "No need, I've already given him truth serum."
She sniffed, grinned, and smiled sadly. "He is a wizard from one of the noble, holy, twenty-eight pure-blood families. He doesn't want anyone to know that his bloodline has been tainted by a half-blood wizard. That would make him a laughingstock."
Pureblood...
understood.
Lockhart clicked his tongue, offering no comment. "I can't keep Coban in my Bloodline Hall indefinitely. He'll be sent to Azkaban soon. What are your plans?"
Ms. Mary hesitated for a moment. "You're willing to let me go?"
She was imprisoned here because she was trying to rescue prisoners from the Ministry of Magic, and she thought she would be sent to Azkaban as well.
"This is the Bloodline Hall, and I'm in charge here." Lockhart looked around. "I'm planning a trip, to travel around. This place will be temporarily locked up, and it's not suitable for you to stay here."
Minister of Magic Fudge gave Lockhart a great deal of freedom, with no strict requirements regarding his research on his job or his get off work schedule.
Lockhart decided to take a two-month break, travel around, and then decide what to do next.
And just like that, Ms. Mary was released by him.
It wasn't until she stepped out of the Ministry of Magic building that Ms. Mary seemed to awaken from a daze, looking at him intently and solemnly swearing, "I will do everything in my power to repay what I owe you. If you need anything, just ask."
"Okay, let's go." Lockhart smiled at her, thinking that the original owner had stolen her memories, so they were even now.
……
Corban was quickly taken away by the Auror Office and imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic building's jail, where he would be sent to Azkaban that night along with several other criminals.
As for how to save Voldemort, that's no longer Lockhart's concern.
But he still saw the result on the front page of the Daily Prophet the next day—the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic had once again lost face, and Corbin had been rescued.
Voldemort's methods were as simple and brutal as ever, with no political considerations whatsoever.
Tsk~
Lockhart could imagine what Scrimgeour's expression would be like. Being targeted by a top-tier magical master was not his fault.
He quickly put the matter out of his mind.
He was once again immersed in the hectic final exam schedule at Hogwarts. As the only Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the seven years, he had a lot to do every day.
Grading exam papers alone is enough to keep me extremely busy.
The life of a wizard is sometimes like this: not so much tense and exciting adventure, but more of a repetition of one day after another.
To experience the presence of magic in such a life, one needs more profound understanding.
Finally, it was the night before Hogwarts' holiday. After the lively dinner, Lockhart once again went to Dumbledore's office.
"I will be traveling with the students on their train tomorrow."
Lockhart resigned and traveled back a year. He had been living at Hogwarts all along, and it was time to see the magical world for himself.
Limited by his current social circle and influenced by the topic of pure-blood versus Muggle conflict, his understanding of wizarding society is always confined to a certain fixed narrative atmosphere.
He tried to go out and buy a house in Hogsmeade, but the village was more like an extension of Hogwarts, safe and peaceful, but that was all that remained.
He thought that perhaps he could visit the American wizarding community, or perhaps the ancient Egyptian region, which is said to be the origin of magic.
Dumbledore nodded, not trying to persuade him to stay any longer. Having lived for over a hundred years, he had seen too many partings and reunions, just like his busy annual duties as headmaster. He had already found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for Hogwarts.
"You have brought many changes to the school."
He looked out the window at the edge of the forbidden forest in the distance, at the fairytale adventure site of the "secret chamber," and said, "I'm afraid your innovation won't disappear just because you're gone. The professors really like this teaching method."
Speaking of this, he smiled and looked at Lockhart, "I found the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, but there's nothing there anymore. What exactly was that monster that attacked the students?"
"Basilisk." Lockhart didn't hide it from him. "I suspect that Slytherin bred basilisks not just to keep them as pets, but also because of his own research into magical bloodlines, Parsleyan, you know."
Dumbledore's expression shifted. "Tom?"
Lohat nodded. "Yes, this may be the only basilisk in the world today. Modern wizarding society has never heard of any dark wizard breeding a basilisk."
Dumbledore stroked the strange ring on his finger and nodded. "It seems you've become very, very deeply involved in this matter."
"yes……"
Lockhart was also somewhat emotional. Even though he had left Hogwarts, he knew that in the future, he would eventually meet Dumbledore, the members of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter, and other such people again.
After all, he had already stepped into this vortex.
"But this is also the most interesting magical adventure, and I can't miss it," he said with a smile.
Dumbledore gave Lockhart a deep look. This was a young man he had never been able to understand. He knew so many secrets about Voldemort and many important figures. His growth rate was so fast. He had already embarked on his own magical path. Who knew what his future achievements would be like?
After considering all this, he finally made a decision.
"I mailed your copy of 'Voldemort the Mysterious Man: A Pureblood Supremacist with a Muggle Dad?' to Gellert, and he said he would be very happy to meet you, young man."
"If you happen to pass through Nurmengard Castle on your next journey, you can go and talk to him."
Lockhart blinked, then suddenly remembered the promise he had made to the forest witch, and his expression turned somewhat strange. "May I go see him?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "We all look forward to seeing what kind of changes you, this new generation, will bring to the future."
I see...
You'll probably see it soon.
(End of this chapter)