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079 The Mixed-Race Little Prince
Lockhart is planning to increase Voldemort's strength.
He also has emotions. This is the second time that Old Fu has tried to curse him to death. No matter what the reason is, he has survived two near-death experiences since transmigrating, which is really not an easy thing.
He's going to fight back!
He continued in the same way he taught the young wizards: finding solutions based on characteristics. Voldemort's greatest characteristic was his immense influence.
He has plenty of ways to weaken that.
The opening of the secret room was just an appetizer to show that "the Dark Lord is going to purge the traitors." This was aimed at some Death Eaters and supporters, but now he intends to completely tear the Dark Lord and his supporters apart!
At this point, he needs to use his best skills—publishing books and turning them into bestsellers!
Pen, please!
The pen of a writer can be a knife that kills!
Let me show you what Ravenclaw is all about!
He barely slept all night, and when he picked up his pen, he felt his thoughts flow like a spring, and his writing was like a torrent of urine.
Hearty!
Before we knew it, the sky was gradually brightening.
"Giddy, I need to talk to you!" The office door was pushed open forcefully, and Snape, who also looked like he hadn't slept all night and whose eyes were bloodshot, rushed in, clutching a piece of parchment tightly in his hand.
Old Man Spielberg had been worried about Harry getting involved in the adventures and hadn't slept all night. Lockhart had mentioned in the Duel Club that he was going on an adventure during the Christmas holidays, and Old Man Spielberg thought that Harry's clumsy state made it impossible for him to learn the Patronus Charm.
Unexpectedly, Lockhart successfully persuaded Dumbledore to make arrangements directly.
Now he was really worried.
He wasn't worried about Harry. To be honest, his feelings for Harry were complicated. It was hard for him to treat the child as his own, given that Harry was the child of his beloved and the man who had wronged him.
He was more concerned with killing the Dark Lord to avenge Lily, which required Harry, the prophesied savior, and he would not allow anything to go wrong.
Unexpectedly, one problem led to another.
He saw Filch carrying a roll of parchment to post on the bulletin board early in the morning, and when he asked him about it out of curiosity, he almost lost his composure.
Gilderoy Lockhart!
Why is this person so meddlesome!
His stereotype of this junior was correct; this peacock-like guy always managed to pull off some fancy tricks.
Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets Adventure?
We invite all students to register.
Good guy!
He burst out laughing on the spot, he didn't know why he laughed, and he laughed so hard that he was breathing rapidly.
Snape had no doubt that the opening of the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts was definitely related to the Dark Lord; Lockhart was really daring.
But he clearly underestimated it.
He watched Lockhart nervously fold his manuscript paper because of his sudden intrusion, and suddenly had a bad feeling. Was this guy up to something again?
"Gidero, tell me, what are you writing?"
Lockhart grinned, his smile brighter than the sun outside the window. "Good morning, senior!"
"I'm not good at all." Snape stared intently at the manuscript in his hand. "Could I take a look?"
This is very unusual. If Lockhart, that peacock, were planning to write something, he would definitely want the whole world to know. Why is he being so secretive?
"You wouldn't want to know," Lockhart simply said.
Snape looked at him silently.
"Alright, alright," Lockhart said with a hint of helplessness, looking down as he rummaged through the manuscript paper, pulling out a book cover and handing it over.
Snape looked down and gasped.
—Voldemort the Mysterious Man: A Pureblood Supremacist with a Muggle Father?
"!!!"
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his lips trembled and he couldn't utter a word. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the large characters on the manuscript paper, feeling only absurdity.
"Is this... real?" His voice was extremely hoarse.
Lockhart nodded with a smile. "He's a mixed-race prince, you know."
"!!!" Snape's heart skipped a beat when he heard the title, and he almost crushed the manuscript paper with his hand.
That's why Old Stalin is so reliable; he summoned Dumbledore in no time.
When Dumbledore arrived at Lockhart's office, he waved his wand and cast many spells to conceal his presence.
"Tom..." Old Dumbledore looked down at the book title on the manuscript, his gaze deep, and nodded to Snape. "Yes, he is a half-blood."
Snape's voice was shrill with excitement as he pointed at Lockhart, completely unlike his usual self, "Even so, Dumbledore, this fool intends to write this in his book and tell the whole world?"
"Why not?" Lockhart calmly invited them to sit down, and the wronged fairy brought three cups of blood.
Dumbledore was quickly drawn to this strange substance, and somewhat reluctantly picked up the bowl of bloody liquid to examine it. "Professor Lockhart, I must say, your taste in food is perhaps a bit misguided."
Lockhart rolled his eyes. "The Fountain of Life, that's what I call it. It's good stuff, much better than a pile of cockroaches."
Old Deng clearly didn't see it that way. "A pile of cockroaches has been a classic wizard's delicacy for hundreds of years, you..."
"Gilderoy Lockhart!!!" Snape suddenly interrupted their discussion, shaking the manuscript in his hand violently. "Do you know the consequences of this book being published?"
Lockhart, with an air of "Of course I know, no one knows better than me," said Lockhart, "Of course I know! This explosive news will definitely keep me at the top of the bestseller list for the next three years! Oh, what a problem, I can never spend all my Galleons."
"You'll completely enrage him!" Snape said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.
Lockhart nodded earnestly, then spread his hands. "And then what? Kill me? He's already tried to kill me a second time. I don't think he'll let me go without this book."
Compared to Snape, Dumbledore clearly thought much more.
He couldn't help but recall Lockhart's earlier threats to the three Lucius brothers, saying that the Dark Lord was going to wipe them out. He had initially thought it was just a prank due to their conflict, but now, after reading the book again, he suddenly understood Lockhart's thinking.
What are the consequences of publishing this book?
The biggest consequence, I'm afraid, is that Tom will completely lose the full support of the purebloods.
They might still succumb to the Dark Lord's power and insatiable killing tendencies, or they might be willing to take a gamble, but it would be difficult to see the same scene as before, where they were wholeheartedly devoted, poured all their energy into supporting him, and mobilized all their bloodline descendants to frantically support him.
Investing and giving everything you have are completely different things.
So, don't forget, the most influential wizard in society today is not the Dark Lord Voldemort, but Albus Dumbledore!
He not only profoundly influenced the British Ministry of Magic, but was also the chief wizard of the International Confederation of Wizards!
He has enough means to completely undermine the faction choices of some pure-blood families, and he also has enough means to suppress some speculators who intend to invest.
Finally, he will no longer have to deal with Voldemort, who has a large number of loyal followers, but only with the villain that everyone hates.
The verdict is final!
Yes, he must give Tom a definitive verdict and completely dismantle his influence in the public sphere!
Dumbledore smiled at Lockhart. "Perhaps I may write a recommendation for your book?"
Wow!
Surprise!
Lockhart's eyes lit up. "Of course, it would be my pleasure!"
crazy!
Snape felt that everything had become so unpredictable. He watched in a somewhat absurd way as the two people in front of him went from being kindred spirits about publishing books to disliking each other's tastes in food. He looked back at the manuscript in his hand.
A mixed-race prince?
The filter of childhood idol worship has shattered.
He actually deceived everyone! He was just like me, a half-blood that the Death Eaters looked down upon?
ha~
What could be more absurd than this?
Lockhart, however, pointed at him smugly and said to Dumbledore with a smile, "See, the effect of my book is absolutely phenomenal!"
"!!!"