Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

The forgetting spell cast in this way can not only effectively erase a memory, but also leave no trace, and the corresponding memory will be difficult to recover even if the spell is broken.

Unless... the person who casts the breaking spell also knows how to use emotions as a breakthrough point, and then casts the breaking spell of the forgetting spell.

Even so, he wasn't really worried, because the memories stripped away by the Oblivion Curse were actually stored in Lockhart's head.

……

Harry, Harry, and the others exchanged glances, somewhat confused about what Lockhart was talking about.

“Professor Lockhart, are you still feeling unwell?” Hermione asked, frowning. “Should we take you to the university hospital?”

“Of course not.” Lockhart waved his wand again. “O…”

Boom!Boom!Boom!

“Professor Lockhart?” Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway. “Excuse me?”

“Oh…” Lockhart’s hand holding the wand froze. “Professor McGonagall…is there something you need? Please…please come in!”

Professor McGonagall walked into the office and looked at the mess on the floor. "Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, what are you doing here?"

“Professor McGonagall…we just saw Professor Lockhart collapse!” Hermione exclaimed. “It looks like he was attacked by a monster!”

“Yes!” Harry and Ron nodded repeatedly. “Before that… we were all reading in the library.”

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. "Very good! It's getting late now, let's go have dinner!"

……

Leaving Lockhart's office, Ron looked incredulous. "Professor McGonagall just looked like my grandmother!"

“How should I describe it?” He scratched his head. “Let me think… it’s a kind of benevolent feeling… yes! A kind of benevolent feeling! Have you ever seen Professor McGonagall like this?”

“Uh…” Harry shook his head slightly, “I don’t think I’ve seen him before…”

"See! Just like I told you, studying hard is always the right thing to do!" Hermione raised her head. "That's why she was so happy to hear you say 'you were studying in the library just now'!"

"It's not that boring..." Harry scratched his head. "At least I've figured out how to pronounce the Revival Charm. If Lockhart still hasn't woken up, I'm even planning to try this spell on him!"

Hermione looked at Ron beside her.

Ron quickly said, "I've read that book, 'From Silver Needles to Sharp Blades,' let me demonstrate for you..."

He pulled Scabbers from his pocket, held his wand to the struggling Scabbers, and said, "Transformation!"

The rat, Spotted, trembled incessantly, most of its body turning into a shimmering silver cup, while its tail continued to wag wildly, looking extremely panicked.

Ron scratched his head. "Wait a minute! I tried it with the little bugs on the ground in the library! It must have been an accident..."

Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she sighed, "Actually, you've done very well! After all, transforming into a mouse is no easy task. Keep it up!"

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Chapter 2 I am Gilderoy Snape

Harry added, "Yeah! Think back to when we first met, you tried to shapeshift Scabbers, and there was no reaction at all, right? This time, at least you're halfway there."

Ron nodded, then suddenly remembered something, "If Professor McGonagall had been willing to give me extra points earlier..."

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat and said in a stern voice, "Going to the library to study is very good! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

Hermione encouraged them, "Keep this momentum going, and Professor McGonagall will definitely give you extra points in Transfiguration class!"

Harry turned to look at Hermione, pursing his lips without saying a word, as if he were observing something.

Hermione frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Harry gestured and said, "Suddenly I feel... you've changed a lot, your way of speaking has changed... and you led the way in breaking school rules... taking us to the washroom to brew potions..."

“I remember last school year, back when Cerberus was around! It’s completely different now!” He looked at Ron. “Ron, don’t you think so?”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Is that not allowed? Do you want me to turn back into my old self?"

“Of course not!” Harry and Ron shook their heads repeatedly.

Ron laughed and said, "That's great! Absolutely great! That's how Gryffindor should be!"

……

“Professor McGonagall…” Lockhart hurriedly packed his things, first putting the Love Potion perfume into the drawer, then gathering the messy envelopes and stuffing them all into the cabinet.

"Professor Lockhart, what's wrong?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking at the flustered Lockhart. "What trouble have you run into?"

"It's a minor issue, don't worry about it! It's already been resolved!" Lockhart wiped his brow. "Did you need something from me?"

“I have good news for you.” Professor McGonagall produced a roll of parchment. “The application for the Duel Club has been approved, and the date will be as you said… next Thursday evening.”

"So fast!" Lockhart's eyes widened instantly. Although he saw Professor McGonagall's action, he didn't take the parchment offered to him...

“Yes! Because it is a very good suggestion.” Professor McGonagall placed the parchment on the table. “Headmaster Dumbledore thinks it is very necessary to teach students how to duel.”

“Hahaha…” Lockhart laughed awkwardly. “After all, I’m the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Adventures and duels are commonplace for me! Nobody knows more about dueling than me!”

He slowly unrolled the parchment, glancing numbly at the lines of writing, before finally trembling as he read out the teaching assistant's name, "Severus... Snape?"

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Yes, he's a young professor. I think you two will get along better, since you're in the same age group."

"I remember you told us in the Great Hall that you got along very well with the young people and shared a lot of tips with us, saying that you could get closer to Professor Snape."

Lockhart's smile became even more strained, barely revealing his eight teeth. "Hahaha...yes...young professors are indeed easier to talk to..."

If today's events hadn't happened, he would at least have tried to communicate with Snape.

Even if Snape doesn't agree, as a Potions professor, or even a Potions Master, his strength shouldn't be too outrageous, making him a good candidate for the Duel Club's assistant coach.

He still possessed a considerable amount of knowledge from others, enough to make him understand Snape's strength;

The speed and power of that silent stun spell alone were something few wizards in his stored memories could match...

“It’s a good thing for young people to interact more,” Professor McGonagall nodded. “Do you need me to tidy up your office?”

“How could I trouble you, Professor McGonagall…” Lockhart waved his hand. “I can take care of it myself.”

“Alright, I won’t bother you any longer,” Professor McGonagall said, turning and leaving the office.

Once Lockhart was sure Professor McGonagall was far away, he slammed the door shut, almost slamming it against the frame.

boom!

A gust of wind blew up the door, making Lockhart shiver.

At that moment, not only was the wind cold, but his body and mind were even colder.

Oops!

They've been completely exposed!

This is Lockhart's thought at this moment.

Harry and the others saw him in such a disheveled state...

Snape even found out about his secret...

There's another duel club event next Thursday...

Lockhart's eyes flickered as he considered what he should do next. "There are still a few days left... what should I do now?"

"Yes! Leave Hogwarts! Leave England! Hide in the Muggle world... Anyway, I know exactly how Muggles should live..."

He put his wand in his pocket, glanced at the self-portrait on the wall, then looked around at the various decorations, and got up to start tidying up...

Decor, clothing, self-portraits, and book after book...

As the suitcase filled with more and more things, sweat gradually soaked through his clothes, and even his meticulously styled hair drooped down.

“What is this?” Lockhart picked up a plain black notebook. “TMRiddle? It looks like an ordinary notebook… Is it mine?”

For some reason, he suddenly felt much calmer, and a longing seemed to arise in his heart, a desire to try opening his notebook and writing something more.

This longing was so intense that it even suppressed his desire to escape.

Lockhart wiped the sweat from his brow, turned and sat down, rummaging through his suitcase for ink and a quill pen, pondering what to write.

The ink dripped from the tip of the quill pen directly onto the notebook and disappeared instantly.

"Disappeared?" Lockhart frowned, picking up his notebook to examine it. "There's nothing strange about it... It shouldn't be a dark magic item, right?"

He tried to recall those stored memories, but could not find the answers within them.

“It doesn’t look like a dark magic item… so it probably isn’t a dark magic item, right?” Lockhart murmured, then put the notebook back on the table.

Just then, the notebook suddenly displayed text.

Could you please tell me your name? Dear sir... or madam?

"Writing appeared?" Lockhart opened his mouth, looked at the quill in his hand, and then wrote down a sentence, "I am Gild..."

He paused before continuing, “I am Gilderoy Snape.”

[Mr. Snape, it's a pleasure to meet you... I can sense your hesitation and anxiety in your handwriting. What happened? Would you be willing to tell me? Perhaps I can help you.]

Lockhart picked up his pen and wrote: "Who are you?"

My name is Tom Riddle, a witness and recorder who documented the terrible past of Hogwarts and the hidden truths.

Lockhart raised an eyebrow. "The terrible history of Hogwarts? The covered-up truth? What have you been recording?"