Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

In front of the crowd, a tired-looking man stood there trying to block the endless stream of people from queuing up. The crowd was chaotic, mostly women of Mrs. Weasley's age. Harry and his friends took advantage of the chaos and squeezed through the gaps in the crowd. The man was too tired to notice them at all, and that's how they cut in line and entered the bookstore.

They saw Gilderoy Lockhart sitting behind a table, with a large photograph of him hanging behind him. The faces in the photograph were all winking at the crowd, revealing gleaming white teeth. Lockhart, who was signing his own bookmark, was wearing a pink robe that emitted a faint pink glow, and even his blond hair was tinged with pink.

"Holy shit..." Harry froze when he first saw Lockhart. This guy looked so pink and tender... so pink and tender... that it annoyed him, so pink and tender... that Harry wanted to kill him.

Harry's emerald green prosthetic eye gradually turned red, his breathing became increasingly heavy, the mantis knife on his arm trembled uncontrollably, and the machine spirits throughout his body were filled with uncontrollable anger and repulsion, as if trying to drive Lockhart away.

"Harry." Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder, and a surge of blue magic entered Harry's body, instantly restoring him to full consciousness.

Harry shook his head and turned to look at Hermione. Hermione's eyes were shining brightly with blue light, and her caduceus was spinning uncontrollably, faster and faster, until it twisted into the shape of a bird. But Harry, who had just calmed down, was furious again when he saw the bird-shaped pattern in Hermione's eyes. This time, his anger was even stronger than when he saw Lockhart, and red magic even emanated from behind him.

At that moment, a barely perceptible golden and purple light entered Harry's body, instantly restoring him to normal.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Hermione shook Harry's shoulder, and Ron also came over to see what was wrong.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just haven't been resting well these past couple of days." Harry shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

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Beyond the universe, the largest golden sphere of light and an old man in a blue robe stood there, looking at the three spheres of light—pink, red, and blue—as well as a brownish-yellow gear in front of them.

"All you guys have left is willpower. Can't you suppress the factional conflict?" the golden orb said first.

"You guys almost messed up this timeline with your antagonism, you bastards! Do you even know how troublesome it is to fix a timeline?!" The old man in the blue robe roared at the three spheres, hands on his hips. "I've already allowed you to find the Chosen Ones here, I've even allowed you to spread some followers to restore them, and you still pull this trick on me?!"

"Sorry, but you should ask that brute about our conflict, not me," the blue orb said calmly. "I've already minimized the conflict effects on my chosen one."

"Hey, you bastard, you want to fight again, you damn parrot!" The red ball of light couldn't hold back and rammed into the blue ball of light. The blue ball of light was not to be outdone. Although it didn't say anything, you could feel its irritation.

"Oh dear~ that's just someone's follower, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies~" the pink orb interjected. "That's why I didn't remove the opposition from him~ Don't worry, sexy old Merlin, I'll strengthen him so he won't die in the timelines where he's needed~"

The glowing gear didn't speak; it simply moved a little further away from them.

The three orbs of light argued incessantly. The golden orb and Merlin turned away speechlessly to look at the screen, while Merlin turned back to look at the golden orb.

"No wonder you failed to stop the universe from exploding by cooperating with these guys; they blew you away, leaving only your will."

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Harry had recovered and was quickly selecting the books he needed. Hermione gave Lockhart a disgusted look, then turned around to look for books as well.

Just as Harry and his friends had found their books and arrived at Mrs. Weasley's side, Lockhart's book signing began, and crowds surged into the bookstore, all hoping to get a signed copy from Lockhart.

A short, grumpy man was holding a camera and taking cool pictures of Lockhart. Because of his short stature, he had to jump to get a perfect shot of Lockhart's face.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled at Ron. "This is for the Daily Prophet." As he spoke, he stomped on Ron's foot in retaliation.

"That's impressive, you idiot." Ron squatted down and rubbed the back of his foot. After spending so much time with Harry, he had slowly learned to swear.

"I'll settle the score with you later, you brat." The man glared at Ron after hearing his words, then continued taking pictures.

Harry saw this and didn't say anything. He quietly crouched down, activated the Sinwiss, and the mantis blades on his arm popped out. He quickly shredded all the man's clothes, not caring whether he hurt him or not. Finally, he threw the naked man onto the stage, then returned to the crowd, deactivated the Sinwiss, and pretended that nothing had happened.

The man crashed from the air onto the platform where Lockhart was, his face making intimate contact with the platform. The camera fell to the side, its parts flying everywhere.

"Ah!" The man cried out in pain, covering his face, completely oblivious to the women in the audience staring at him in disbelief, and finally covering their own and their children's eyes.

Lockhart was stunned. He hadn't expected this turn of events. Watching the naked man roll around in front of his table, covering his face, the pink magic behind him suddenly froze. He quickly regained his composure and resumed his elegance, though his expression was somewhat stiff.

The security guards hired by Flourish and Blotts rushed in, stuffed the man into a large sack, and quickly took him out.

Ron stared in disbelief, Mrs. Weasley covered her and Ginny's eyes, Mr. Granger covered Hermione's eyes, and Harry watched as if it were a spectacle. Who did it? So hard to guess!

"Alright, dear ladies, this was just a minor incident. That ill-mannered gentleman has been carried out, and the autographs will continue." Lockhart looked up and addressed the crowd. He paused abruptly, then exclaimed excitedly, "Harry! Harry Potter!"

He slowly stood up, hands behind his back. To the audience, it looked like he was slowly moving a chair, but in reality, he was pulling up his pants and carefully placing the chair under the table, making sure the table could cover it, especially the fake penis fixed to the chair.

The crowd parted to make way, and Lockhart excitedly stepped forward, reaching out to grab Harry's arm, but Harry dodged him.

Lockhart's face showed embarrassment, but only for a moment, before his smile widened.

"Oh, famous people always have their little quirks, I know that." Lockhart took a step back and bowed to Harry. "Well then, Mr. Harry Potter, may I invite you to come up on stage for my autograph session?"

Harry looked at Lockhart, who was behaving very politely, with a cold smile. He knew that this guy had already put him on a pedestal, and if he didn't agree now, he would definitely lose face. If it were just him alone, he would have slapped this idiot across the face. But the Weasleys and the Grangers were there too. He didn't care about his reputation, but they were different.

Harry thought about it and finally went up to the autograph stage.

"Oh, that's wonderful, Harry!" Lockhart straightened up, grabbed Harry's right wrist, pulled him close, and then wrapped his arm around Harry's left shoulder. "We'll be on the front page together."

Harry pretended to let him pull him into his arms; with so many people around, he figured he wouldn't do anything naughty.

But he soon realized he was wrong.

This idiot with the bright pink swear word was actually touching his butt! (Just to clarify, men in Night City are also called "brothers" because there really are...)