I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 164: The Fire Keeper of Hogwarts
The next day, the long-awaited Daily Prophet published a short article.

The title is: "Gilderoy Lockhart, a good writer, a good professor, a good man."

("Gilderoy Lockhart, Good author, Good professor, Good guy")
A black and white animated photo of Lockhart is also included. In the photo, Lockhart is smiling with his white teeth showing. This time, no one thinks he is greasy anymore. Even those who don't like him on weekdays will sigh "Alas" at his photo because death is the greatest thing.

Of course, only they themselves know what this sigh means.

The general idea is to emphasize Lockhart's rich adventure experience and his best-selling works, and also mention his excellent teaching level.

And he emphatically pointed out that his loss to Louis was not a problem of his posture level.

This is of course what Louis meant. After all, belittling your opponent is equivalent to belittling yourself.

Only by raising the image of the opponent to a higher level can you highlight how difficult it is to win.

On the day of the funeral, the entire Hogwarts Hall changed its color. The guest of honor seats in the hall had been removed and replaced by Lockhart's coffin. Behind the coffin hung a huge black and white photo, which was static in order to avoid laughter from the students.

The students also "spontaneously" changed into black and white clothes and came to the auditorium to mourn Professor Lockhart.

Louis would naturally not be absent. He brought his girlfriend and aunt to attend the memorial service.

Both girls were wearing very plain, traditional British dresses. Catherine wore a black V-neck suit skirt, a black mesh hat, and changed her usual white lace gloves to black.

Ye Ziyan was wearing a black dress and no hat, but she had a plain little yellow flower pinned to her ear.

As the saying goes, a pretty woman should be dressed in filial piety. Louis admitted that he was a little distracted now.

My hands are not very quiet in the office. If I didn’t have to attend a funeral soon, I would definitely have to satisfy myself first.

Solemn and dignified, Hogwarts is a professional team after all, and has undertaken various banquets for many important figures, including but not limited to weddings, funerals, promotions and so on.

Since he was a substitute professor, he did not stand among the students, but stood among the professors with Catherine and Ye Ziyan.

Lockhart's popularity is really not that good. At least among the professors, except for Professor McGonagall who is really sad, the other professors have no expression on their faces.

Especially Professor Sprout, who had not yet forgotten that his arm was broken by the Whomping Willow. Besides, Lockhart had caused him a lot of trouble afterwards. It was already very considerate of her not to make a big fuss about Lockhart's death.

Many people from the Ministry of Magic also came, and Fudge even came to Hogwarts in person to mourn Lockhart - even if he disliked Lockhart, he had to pretend.

After all, everyone knew that Lockhart was his man. If he showed signs of ignoring him at this moment, he would no longer be the Minister of Magic.

Who else would follow him sincerely?

Louis was standing next to Fudge. He simply greeted him and then stood there with a solemn expression.

After a while, everyone arrived.

Catherine looked at the beret with black veil on Vitaly's head and teased her with pity: "I don't think you will be able to take off your beret in your life, Vitaly."

"None of your business," Vitaly retorted in a low voice, glaring at her fiercely.

"The white flower on your chest doesn't look good." Catherine glanced at the small white flower on Vitaly's chest.

"Hmm? Why?" Vitaly was a little concerned about Catherine's evaluation. White flowers are not beautiful? How could it be? I have carefully selected them for a long time...

"I think a small white flag would be more in line with your nationality." Catherine almost laughed when she said this, but luckily she managed to hold it back in time.

"You!" Vitaly stamped her feet. "We are allies! How can you insult me ​​like this..."

"To some extent, France is our uncertain ally." Louis took over the conversation. This kind of thing must have the wife following the husband's lead, and mixed doubles of men and women would be interesting.

Vitaly was so angry that she rolled her eyes at him and didn't say anything else.

Catherine chuckled and said nothing, then reached out and held Louis' hand.

After a while, the funeral ceremony officially began.

Dumbledore was the first to give a speech as the headmaster, but he felt that the eulogy was too difficult to deliver, so he waved his hand and asked Louis to come up and mourn Lockhart on his behalf.

Of course, there is no problem with Louis. As an emotionally rich man, he has no moral burden at all about telling lies with his eyes open.

He gathered his emotions for a moment, and almost in an instant he put on a sad face.

"Hey, why did your expression change so quickly?" Ye Ziyan asked in a low voice curiously.

"I put myself in your shoes and imagined how you would feel if I abandoned you." Before Louis could finish his words, Ye Ziyan pinched him.

"Tsk, you are so frivolous!" Ye Ziyan was so angry that she spat at him in shame and anger.

Louis chuckled, but was pinched by Catherine unexpectedly.

"What are you doing?" Louis rubbed his aching waist. He was completely unprepared for this.

Catherine snorted, "Let's deal with the scumbag together!"

“…” Louis’ expression was complicated and his face became even sadder. In the end, he said nothing and walked onto the podium.

Under everyone's gaze, he sighed and began to speak.

"Today we have lost a great writer, a great adventurer, a great professor, and I have lost a great friend.

Gilderoy Lockhart's life was always full of joy and vigor, which made it easy for him to forget the daunting dangers he encountered in his adventurous career. He was committed to expelling dark creatures, saving ordinary people persecuted by dark creatures, and bringing happiness to wizards in the magical world. The completion of these tasks was very arduous and arduous, and involved many risks. It also took a lot of strength to complete these undertakings.

Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's life embodied an ideal, which Arnold Bennett once called "the great theory of inspiring people's spirits". His optimistic attitude and positive yearning for life have infected many of us who came after him; his humor often transcends the meaning of humor itself; and his courage, like a torch, has lit a guiding light for us to move forward.

Today, we share Tifa's sorrow, and we share her pride. We can be sure that the Great Man in Heaven will not forget those who remember him. This faithful pilgrim has walked out of the night and into the dawn of heaven, and in Bunyan's words, 'Over there, the trumpet of welcome has sounded.'

Now, we are still walking in the twilight, but there is a lighthouse to guide us, which is what Lockhart does not have, and he is becoming a lighthouse to guide us on the way forward. Today, let us pay tribute to this life that has contributed so much to the wizarding world. "

Louis's words were very infectious, and he was completely immersed in his eulogy. The sadness that came from his heart even made the classmates who originally disliked Lockhart cry quietly.

Not to mention Lockhart's die-hard fans, some of whom were beating their chests and crying, while others were already kneeling on the ground sobbing.

The professors at Hogwarts are the exception. Professor McGonagall has a blank expression, Professor Sprout has a dull look in his eyes, Professor Flitwick is in a trance, and our Professor Snape's expression at this moment is as if he had used Potter shampoo.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost created, Louis sighed softly, "In the end, let me use a short poem to mourn this poor professor."

"Severn gave him back to the Ness—

His still heart had grown gray;

They buried him on the beautiful river bank,

The sound of water waves can be heard there.

The Severn River floods twice a day.

At this time, the salty sea water flows past,

Half silenced the gurgling Ness,
Let all the mountains be quiet.”

At last, Louis sighed softly, dispersing the amplification magic.

"Alas."

He was totally into the role.

Tifa's legs were as soft as noodles, and she had completely fallen on Lockhart's coffin, unable to control herself for a long time.

Louis shook his head and waved his hand to signal the band to play.

The sudden sound of the suona scared the grieving crowd, especially Tifa who was lying on the coffin. She even gnawed a hole in the coffin, exposing the yellow wood underneath, which looked so incongruous.

Of course, this was not something Louis cared about. He walked to his original position, prepared to stand for a while, and touched Catherine to calm down.

But he heard Fudge accosting him.

"A very moving speech, Louis." Fudge praised without reservation: "I never thought that your literary talent is so outstanding."

Louis thought, this is not my literary talent at all, this is the eulogy of the Iron Lady and Mrs. Meilingzong who did not exist in this history to mourn Meilingzong...

Of course, he couldn't say this out loud, so he could only laugh it off: "I'm sorry, Minister Fudge, I let my true feelings slip for a moment and made you laugh." "How could that be?" Fudge laughed like Maitreya Buddha: "Your Highness treats people with sincerity, and this virtue is exactly what people lack nowadays."

"You're too kind." As Louis said this, the orchestra's suona sounded even louder, which really made anyone who heard it sad and listened to it cry.

It also completely obscured the conversation between the two people.

In short, even Vitaly, who was standing right next to them, couldn't hear what they talked about, but the atmosphere between them was always very harmonious.

In short, everyone is very happy. Hello, I am fine, and everyone is fine.

A world where only Tifa was hurt was achieved.

After Lockhart's funeral, the exciting final exams came.

Since the basilisk hadn't caused any trouble for half a year, the lessons hadn't been missed.

Louis's test was special, and he had specially prepared new scenarios for his classmates to test.

Anyway, the learning progress and magic level of each grade are the same, so it doesn’t seem to matter if the map is the same.

Of course, the only people watching were Louis and a few deans, who graded the students who were taking the Mirror World Trial.

It’s impossible to spoil the new scene, and I will never spoil it in this lifetime. This is the only way to maintain the mystery.

Of course, the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was scheduled last.

Before the exam, Louis had some important things to do.

He found Neville first.

"In fact, you have always had a hidden talent that has not been developed." Louis said straight to the point. Both his tone and expression sounded like someone selling Amway.

"Ah?" Neville was a little flustered. Was Louis teasing me? He thought to himself.

He was always ridiculed for his lack of intelligence, not only by Slytherin, but also by Gryffindor. Even his grandmother disliked his stupidity and forgetfulness, so she bought him a memory ball.

Louis is the first person to say this about him.

"I'm not kidding you, and in fact I don't have to." Louis said earnestly. In Neville's extremely surprised eyes, he took out the dark sword from his sleeve and handed it to Neville.

If he wasn't afraid of scaring Neville, he would have taken it out of his pocket.

Neville looked at the long black sword in front of him, and a sense of desire inexplicably arose in his heart.

"Pick it up and try it." Louis said in a gentle and persuasive manner.

Neville nodded and solemnly picked up the large sword in front of him.

Oddly enough, after getting the sword, Neville felt as if he had met a long-lost relative.

With two experimental swings he chipped a small section off the back of a chair in the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Alright, alright Neville, put it down." Louis held down Neville, who was still not satisfied, with an expression that said 'Great Sage, please retract your magical powers', and took out a few pieces of paper.

There are some basic sword techniques and various combat skills, such as uppercut, arrow step, lion slash, great Kalia, frost stomp, savage roar and so on.

Neville is also an amazing kid. He can master all kinds of sword techniques and fighting skills at a glance, which makes Louis feel a little inferior.

He has just been given this thing, but he has already played it so well. It's true that the waves behind push the waves ahead. Life is unpredictable...

After testing it with the energy shield, it was found that the power of Neville's sword swing was roughly between a fourth and fifth level spell.

It’s enough, combat skills can have higher bonuses.

Louis incidentally attached a battle shield called a force feedback shield to his sword, which consumed his own mana.

As a forgetful student, Neville's mana is not even one tenth of Ron's...

So it is enough to let him specialize in one spell, and then give him some warrior skills when he goes to Azeroth one day.

What kind of druid is a mage who can't charge?
The system also prompts that the task is completed.

A fire keeper girl was rewarded.

Louis, who was left alone in the Room of Requirement, was glaring at the Fire Keeper.

After a while, the Fire Keeper finally couldn't help but ask:
"Lord Huijin, is this... the world after the fire is extinguished?"

"Fire extinguishing?" Louis was a little surprised. Why did you mention fire extinguishing? You still look familiar with me?
Isn't this the first time we met?

Louis’ EQ is definitely not that low, so I definitely can’t ask him directly.

He chose to ask what was going on with the system.

The answer he got was that the person in front of him was the Fire Keeper from his game save file in his previous life.

This is a difficult situation, since we are actually acquaintances.

You say that's not true, Louise reached hundreds of levels by touching her darkness.

You said so, Louis is really not very familiar with her.

"Perhaps this is a world where the fire has not yet been extinguished. I feel the long-lost warmth..." the Fire Keeper said to herself.

Oh, Louis remembered, the Fire Keeper was blind.

You said that Miyazaki Hidetaka is the same. The three main female characters in Soul 3 and Ring of Destiny only have one pair of eyes...

Lani's eyes are still fake...

"Well, this is another world." Louis nodded in response.

"It's amazing, I feel like I'm filled with new strength." The Fire Keeper's voice was very gentle, she truly is the dream lover of many players.

*System prompt: The Fire Keeper can open the career inheritance. Anyone can consume a certain amount of mental energy to inherit the career according to their own qualifications. Currently unlocked: Wizard.

*To be unlocked: Warrior, Hunter, Shaman, Monk, Paladin, Priest, Warlock, Demon Hunter, Rogue, Mage, Druid, Death Knight.

Note: Anima can be obtained through trial mirror worlds with units other than the host. Currently, 2000 anima has been obtained.

Louis glanced at the Fire Keeper, then sent a message to Christasa, asking her to come and pick him up.

They happened to see Filch on the way, and out of curiosity, Louis whispered to the Fire Keeper, asking her how much mental energy it would take to open up the wizarding heritage for Filch.

The result surprised him. Filch... only needed to consume 100 points of mental energy.

He wiped his sweat, thinking the system would ask for a lot, but it turned out to require only this...

It's time to seek some benefits for the workers of Moonberry Workshop. It should be said that at present, only the workers of Moonberry Workshop are the most loyal to him.

Welfare must be given first priority to those who work loyally, this is Louis' consistent principle, but it cannot be given for free, he is not a philanthropist, he is... the biggest reactionary feudal imperialist leader in the wizarding world.

At the end of the eighteenth century, it must have been a very happy thing.

Of course Filch didn't know all this. He just looked at Louis, the savior of the Squibs, with reverence.

When Catherine returned to the office, the first thing she said to the Fire Keeper was, "It looks like you'll have to find me ten sisters this year before I'll give up..."

"How could that happen?" Louis hurried over and rubbed Catherine's hair: "Don't worry, Ye Zi was just an accident... I have you two, that's enough..."

"Hmph, I'm just surprised, right!" Ye Ziyan heard these words when she walked in from outside. She crossed her arms, snorted, turned around and left, leaving without taking a single cabbage with her.

This little bastard is so infuriating that Ye Ziyan gritted her teeth in her heart, wishing she could bite him hard to teach him a lesson.

"No, hey, Ye Zi..." Louis found that he was trying to suppress one problem but another one popped up. He really didn't expect this to happen.

(End of this chapter)