allendalepharm 003 I'm the only one in the whole world who has ever spoken up for you.
003 I'm the only one in the whole world who has ever spoken up for you.
Lockhart's speech had an effect.
Dumbledore's gaze softened considerably.
Professor McGonagall smiled slightly and said frankly, "With Lockhart having traveled to so many places in the world, this will be an opportunity for the young wizards to broaden their horizons."
perfect!
Professor McGonagall led Lockhart briskly to the professor's room she had arranged, gave instructions on the students' arrival time for the orientation dinner that evening, and then left immediately; she had more things to do.
Lockhart maintained his perfect, charming smile as he escorted Professor McGonagall to the door. Only after closing the door did he let out a sigh of relief and slump against the door, collapsing to the ground.
He was panting heavily, his face was unhealthy and pale, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.
"Hmm~"
He gripped his robes tightly, letting out a muffled groan.
Just now, he intensely and continuously searched his memories, making his already chaotic mind even more disordered.
Memory is a very unique thing.
This was especially true for Lockhart, who had mastered the Oblivion Spell to its fullest extent.
It's important to understand that even when dealing with the same thing, the same person, or the same event, different people will have different memories.
This is because these memories are mixed with too many personal subjective biases, views on people and things, emotions and feelings at the time, as well as the overall influence of one's outlook on life, worldview, and values on all memories.
Now, the conflicting memories of a dozen powerful wizards are so intense that they drive one to the brink of madness.
Lockhart felt as if a dozen people were chattering, clamoring, and distorting in his mind.
What should I do?
He didn't understand; he knew that even the original Lockhart couldn't figure it out.
It's unclear whether this problem stems from the time travel or from the inherent problems arising from the original owner's unrestrained use of top-tier forgetting spells.
"Damn it!"
Lockhart took a deep breath, finally calming down, but his face was still full of worry. "Am I going to end up like the Lockhart in the original story, a complete idiot?"
The original Lockhart was incredibly powerful, easily dispatching more than a dozen powerful wizards in just nine years.
Lockhart himself was also quite weak; his understanding of magic remained somewhat superficial. Those dozen or so powerful wizards from the common folk might be strong in practical combat and everyday applications, but their academic insights were barely worth mentioning.
He didn't know how to deal with his own problems.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..."
Lockhart stood up, walked to the window, gazed at the school castle complex, and murmured, "Perhaps we can find a solution here?"
Yes, he boasted to Dumbledore about how useful folk magic was, and bluntly stated that academic magic was too dogmatic and rigid.
But actually, he needs academic magic even more.
Fortunately, he is currently enrolled in a magic school for a one-year term.
Lockhart patted his cheeks to make himself look more relaxed before casually packing his luggage, pushing open the door and walking out.
It's pointless to wallow in negative emotions about your inability to change your predicament; it's more practical to do something meaningful.
In the time to come, spending more time in the library to look up information is a good idea.
Seeking help from other professors is also an option.
The professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are absolutely the top figures in the wizarding world.
Professor Severus Snape's potion.
Professor Felix Frivius's Curse.
Professor Pomona Sprout's herbal cultivation.
Divination by Professor Sybil Trelawney.
Rubeus Hagrid's magical creature breeding.
Madame Pomfrey's medical treatment.
There are too many to count. Getting on good terms with any of them will be a huge help, whether it's a problem now or something you might encounter in the future.
Lockhart strolled through the castle, and soon he caught a strange smell.
It's a little sweet, a little spicy, and has a hint of savory flavor.
"???" He blinked, stunned. "I've time-traveled again? Otherwise, why would anyone be eating hot pot here?"
And it seems to be seafood hot pot!
Walking along the corridor, we soon came to the door of a slightly dark room. Looking inside, oh, it turned out they were brewing magic potions.
Quickly searching through his memory for the figure before him, it didn't take too much trouble, after all, that greasy long hair was just too recognizable.
Hey~
Lockhart gently knocked on the open door, his smile bright, "Snape-senpai."
Severus Snape was four years ahead of Lockhart, and they had interacted with each other back in school.
At that time, although Snape was close to some pure-blood classmates who admired the Dark Lord, he did not receive much help and was often isolated and helpless in the face of Potter and his group of influential figures.
As a prominent figure of the new generation, Lockhart naturally had to speak out for justice.
Of course, he was much smarter than Snape. He deliberately chose a time when only the weakling Peter Pettigrew was present, and in front of countless people, he righteously denounced their behavior of bullying their classmates, winning the praise of many classmates.
—Senior Snape! Please remember, I was the only one in the whole world who ever spoke up for you!
That kind of scenery felt really nice.
However, this was not nice at all for Snape.
When he turned around and saw Lockhart, his face turned sour.
"Senior Snape." Lockhart's smile grew even brighter as he walked in familiarly, warmly putting his arm around Snape's shoulder. "Do you remember me? Your dear junior Lockhart."
Snape narrowed his eyes, glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and said coldly, "Of course I remember. Anyone who engraves their name on the school's Quidditch pitch with magic, each letter twenty feet long, will be remembered by all the students."
huh?
Was the original owner of this body really that promiscuous?
Lockhart quickly searched through the original owner's memories and found that this wasn't even the most outrageous thing. Back in school, this guy had even imitated Voldemort's Dark Mark, projecting his own glittering image into the sky.
Of course, of course, he understood the original owner's thoughts.
Just ask the white-turbaned women in the Middle East how amazing this is; it's an indescribable pleasure.
"Hahaha……"
Lockhart laughed heartily and naturally removed his arm from his senior's shoulder.
Because he discovered that Snape had already picked up his wand from the table.
"It feels so good to work with you, senior!" He looked out the window at the school with a sigh. "It's still so beautiful here, full of intellectual atmosphere. Most importantly, those annoying guys like Potter are not here anymore."
Snape's lips curled slightly as he lowered his wand.
"Senior, do you know? I've talked about you with someone before, about Severus Snape, the most powerful potions wizard I know!"
Lockhart turned to look at him. "But they don't agree. They'll talk about Assani Giger, the author of *Potions and Magic*, Libashe Polach, the author of *Advanced Potions*, Evans Ivan, the author of *Powerful Potions*..."
He rattled off the names of at least ten Potions Masters before raising an eyebrow. "Senior, what do you think? Who's the most skilled?"
Snape simply shook his head calmly. "I don't care what other people think."
"I don't think so," Lockhart chuckled. "Any master who has achieved outstanding success in a certain field has the pride of an unquestionable status. Perhaps you're still too young, only 31, and haven't yet experienced the wonderful feeling that fame brings. Proof..."
Snape, already impatient, turned back to stir the potion in the cauldron with his wand, his voice dry and tinged with annoyance, "I don't need to prove anything. If you have nothing else to say, please leave!"
Lockhart, however, seemed not to hear him and continued, "As it turns out, anyone who proves themselves a master of success, and stands in opposition to them, is naturally seen as a villain by everyone. You know, like Dumbledore and Grindelwald..."
Snape sneered. "Dumbledore should hear what his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is saying about him behind his back."
Lockhart continued, "Or like you and your group of friends, like Porter."
!!!
The magic wand in the cauldron stopped.
Snape stood motionless with his back to Lockhart, exuding a gloomy aura.
"You're right!" Lockhart exclaimed excitedly. "You know, I was the only one who stood up for you back then. I know that all too well, but many others don't. So you need to prove yourself. That's the power of fame. Your extraordinary achievements will make those who bullied you back then a laughingstock."
The wand was gently raised, and a drop of bright red potion slowly dripped down the shaft.
Snape slowly turned around, staring intently at Lockhart. "What are you trying to say?"
"Write a book, senior. Compile your own unique treatise on potions, so that everyone can know your wisdom." Lockhart pointed to the bookshelf on the wall. "Like all potions masters, have your work placed in the classrooms of magic schools all over the world."
"If you don't know how to write something that's more likely to become a bestseller, I can help you. Of course, there's so much more I can do to help you; no one in the world knows better than me how to run a bestseller."
The magic wand is waved.
An extremely strange force sent Lockhart flying backward rapidly. He was as if he had been squeezed into a small, twisted space, and when he was ejected again, he was already standing outside the door.
bang~
The door slammed shut, completely trapping Snape inside in darkness.
"Senior, I see! You're interested! What are you doing? Open the door!"
Yes, Lockhart clearly saw that Snape was interested.
His plan was clearly quite successful; he used his ability to run a bestselling book to befriend the school professors. So why did Snape kick him out?
Not cute at all.
Or, how about we go find a cuter version of Hagrid?
Perhaps this old classmate of the Dark Lord would like to make some interesting picture books for those little cuties?