The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 161 The Great Hero Lockhart (3000-word long chapter, please subscribe)

"As the author who cares most about Great Britain, I would like to dedicate my new book, 'Dancing with Vampires at the Eiffel Tower,' to my lovely British wizard."

Lockhart's words caused a gasp, and the crowd parted to reveal Lockhart's body.

To attract the attention of all the wizards, he wore a violet wizard's robe with the hem hanging down to the ground.

But he paid no attention, his eyes fixed intently on the slightly uneasy British wizard, his gaze so sharp that it concealed the bloodshot veins in his eyes.

He spent the entire night writing a new novel; his body was exhausted, but his energy was boundless.

"I know what you're thinking," he said, raising his chin. "You're wondering why they get my gifts while you don't? That's right, not only are there free new books, but also autographed photos of me!"

A group of witches screamed, and Lockhart gave them a bright smile, then turned to the French wizards around him: "This is because I sense malice here!"

I thought this was a free country!

Here—in Paris, France—men are free to interact with women! And when two men stand before a woman, that woman has the right to choose, rather than being brutally taken over by one of the men!

A chorus of "Oh!" erupted from the crowd. Wizards who had read the new book knew that Lockhart had encountered a beautiful and charming silver-haired woman in Paris.

Lockhart called her "Baby Rotten".

The Rosen Girls also favor the humorous, witty, and powerful Lockhart.

They started dating, but while visiting the Eiffel Tower, they encountered a vampire who called himself "Queenland".

While Lockhart was away, the vampire unreasonably sucked the woman's blood!

When Lockhart returned and found his confidante dead, he was so enraged that he killed the vampire. During the battle, he inadvertently froze the Eiffel Tower.

Lockhart then stormed the Quinlan vampire's home, the Quinlan Mansion, that very night.

Lockhart killed thirty-six vampires, including the Duke of Quinlan, destroying the core of the Quinlan family and avenging the young lady!

At the end of the story, Lockhart, holding the woman's body, dances a lonely dance on the frozen iron tower.

As word spread, the general details of the new book became known to the public.

Upon hearing this, the black-haired boy from the vampire story stomped his foot in anger.

"What kind of ridiculous plot is this? Lockhart is a liar!"

It wasn't Lockhart who wiped out Quinlan! It was Moriarty of House Slytherin!

Also, Quinlan vampires never force women!

I'm going to stand up and tell these useless wizards that Lockhart's book is a fake!

A pair of large hands grabbed his shoulders and pressed him to the spot.

"Young Master, please stay here quietly." This voice reminded the black-haired boy of a shark in the deep sea. He froze, then asked defiantly, "When will we be able to appear openly before people?"

"His Highness said it will be soon. Soon."

The vampires hiding in the shadows, constrained by their superiors, could only let the wizards gossip.

A reporter from the Paris Times waved his magical camera and called out to Lockhart, "Mr. Lockhart, do you know that all the wizards in France are waiting for my firsthand report! May I ask you a few questions?"

Lockhart knew the real show was about to begin. If he could gain the trust of the French wizards through interviews, dealing with the French Ministry of Magic would become a piece of cake.

He sat down at the seat prepared for him in the bookstore, nodded to the reporter, and said, "Okay, my reporter, please begin."

The reporter picked up the magic camera.

"Before the formal interview, we'd especially like to know if the events in your new book are true?"

The reporter asked a pointed question, ordered by his superiors at the Paris Times to give Lockhart a hard time!

"Your question is like someone closing their eyes, unwilling to admit that dawn has broken." Lockhart smiled faintly at the crowd. "Anyone here can look in any of my novels and find any forgery; I'm willing to give them my entire savings!"

Exaggerated laughter erupted from the crowd, clearly indicating that Lockhart's credibility had been recognized by everyone.

Lockhart's previously established image was so lofty that it remained deeply ingrained in people's minds.

"I think the wizards in France might not know me very well yet," Lockhart said slowly and deliberately. "But that's my fault, I haven't given a proper self-introduction yet."

Then, please allow me to present the best version of myself to you!

Lockhart glanced at the group of witches, blinked, and reached out to brush his wavy golden hair across the left side of his forehead.

The witches screamed as if they had seen their true love.

Lockhart smiled and said in a deep voice he had never used before, "This smile, which has become dull and faded after days of fighting and battling werewolves and banshees, and after life-and-death struggles and bloody hand-to-hand combat with vampire dukes, I hope you like it."

"Wow!!!"

The French witches and their fans cheered immediately.

They didn't find Lockhart's smile unattractive at all—even after so many dangerous battles, his smile remained charming.

Just imagine, a whole bunch of vicious vampires were wiped out under the great Gilderoy Lockhart's punishment, and they can no longer bully women at will!

Just thinking about such a story is enough to move them to their core!

The reporter was slightly taken aback. Lockhart defused his attack with just a smile and gained the trust of many wizards!

However, he came prepared. He smiled and said, "Mr. Lockhart, I think you are aware that Minister von Way announced this morning the charges against the British Ministry of Magic and Moriarty Slytherin."

Just today, you held your book launch, telling us that the recent turmoil in France was caused by you and a vampire? Do you think it's appropriate for you to do this?

After the reporter finished speaking, many French wizards cheered.

Lockhart had to cast a spell on himself to make his voice louder.

"I don't know what Minister Feng Wei is thinking, because my purpose in coming to Paris is very simple: it's a trip entirely of my own volition," he said loudly, his tone calm, making it impossible to tell that he was just talking nonsense.

"I never knew I'd have such a romantic encounter, and I certainly never imagined a vampire would be so crazy as to attack a law-abiding French citizen on the Eiffel Tower! Even if she's a Muggle, she's still a human being!"

I think Minister Feng Wei should stop making baseless suspicions and think of ways to deal with the vampire problem.

Lockhart shrugged, leaned back in his chair, and looked arrogant and annoyed.

"A year ago, I publicly declared that a magical revival was imminent! This ignited the entire continent of Europe!"

Lockhart's smile vanished, replaced by a seriousness he had never shown before. "I told you all, the masters of the magical world can only be wizards! But Minister Feng Wei doesn't seem to have taken my words to heart."

Perhaps in France, vampires can kill French Aurors at will without being punished.

But in Britain, a vampire would definitely be pinned to the ground by my greatsword and die under the scorching sun!

Not to mention—our pure-blood patriarch Lucius Malfoy was murdered by vampires!

To be honest, before I came to Paris, I had considered whether or not to avenge Lucius—he was a Hogwarts trustee, and I had received help from him when I was a student there.

So when I discovered that my precious Rotten had been killed by a vampire, I didn't hesitate to kill him!

Lockhart spoke with murderous intent, and the wizards' mouths gaped open. In their eyes, Lockhart was always smiling, but today he looked menacing.

Lockhart suddenly stood up and gently grasped the chair with his left hand.

"I killed that vampire, just like this—"

Lockhart silently chanted, "Touch of Frost!"

"Snap!"

A layer of frost appeared instantly, freezing the chair solid!

"Oh!" A gasp erupted from the crowd. Lockhart was extremely pleased with himself and continued to increase the output of his magic. Frost spread from the chair leg to the ground, freezing a patch of ground until it stopped at the reporter's feet.

Lockhart was pleased to see the reporter's face turn pale, but he outwardly appeared dejected. He sighed and lowered his head.

"I have to admit I made a mistake."

I wrote very clearly in the book that after killing that damned vampire madman, I couldn't accept the death of my precious Rodin, and the magic spread from the vampire's corpse to the Eiffel Tower!

Then, as you can see, the Eiffel Tower was frozen.

Fans quickly offered words of comfort: "Dear Mr. Lockhart, this isn't your fault! It's all the fault of those damn vampires!"

"right!"

Lockhart abruptly raised his head, his eyes seemingly burning with rage. "It's all the vampires' fault! So I found the Quinlan family's address, killed Grand Duke Quinlan, and destroyed that disgusting vampire family!"

They were met with cheers from fans and applause from British wizards.

Lockhart then proclaimed, "I think I've avenged so many people—for my precious Rudin, for Lucius, for the Muggles, wizards, elves, and so many other innocent lives that died unjustly!"

The fans went wild, and even some of the French wizards were persuaded.

Seeing their jubilant faces, the British wizards felt as if they had found their compatriots!

People cheered for Lockhart's bravery and sacrifice: "Yes, sir, you did a good deed!"

"Vampires deserve to die! Wizards will always be the masters of the magical world!"

"Let us cheer: The great Mr. Lockhart!"

"Vampire Buster!"

"The man who stands up for the British Ministry of Magic!"

"The great hero Lockhart!"

Amidst the rising and falling cheers, the reporter knew he had lost, but he still wanted to ask one last question: "Mr. Lockhart, I would like to ask you, is it really true that the British Ministry of Magic and Moriarty Slytherin have nothing to do with this matter?"

"Your question is hilarious," Lockhart laughed, eliciting another scream from the fans. "I heard the British Ministry of Magic is going to award me a third-class Merlin badge, but I haven't even seen a glimpse of it."

Do you know, my journalist friend, that I haven't had any contact with wizards from the British Ministry of Magic for almost six months, and the same goes for the French Ministry of Magic?

A writer's inspiration always comes unexpectedly; I can't waste my time on politics.

As for Moriarty Slytherin?

"Oh, you mean him? The last time we met was at the launch of my last novel? Okay, maybe he'll show up at the launch of my next novel."

After speaking, Lockhart strode confidently towards the bookstore, waving to his fans with his back turned: "Those who want my autograph, follow me!"

(End of this chapter)