The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 474 Anti-Black Storm Lockhart

"The wedding begins!"

A burst of light music played, and Lucius, with great pomp, led Madame Sabine, dressed in a white wedding gown, out slowly.

Two little boys, Draco and Bressabini, followed behind, their faces filled with displeasure.

Lilith chuckled, "If you ask me, the Malfoy family just loves to put on airs. Didn't you see how unhappy the two kids look? If I were Lucius, I definitely wouldn't have let them out."

Moriarty agreed, saying, "Indeed, the host's rudeness is far more embarrassing for the Malfoy family than that of the guests."

"So you're implying that I, the guest, am very rude?" Lilith rolled her eyes at Moriarty.

“I didn’t say that,” Moriarty said diplomatically. “After the wedding banquet, I would like to invite you to Slytherin Castle. There are some things we need to talk about.”

"What's wrong?"

"A good thing," Moriarty said solemnly. "A good thing for you and for me."

"You're not trying to trap me, are you?" Lilith stared probingly into Moriarty's deep gray eyes, and said irritably, "Your castle is full of witches, I'm sure to come up with nothing good if I go there."

"Why do I smell a strong sour smell?" Furong said casually, "My shrimp have all turned sour."

"Hmph~"

Lilith turned her head to the side.

Moriarty glanced at the new Madame Malfoy with little interest, finding her incomparable to Narcissa, and then went to have dinner with Fleur.

Halfway through the wedding, a house-elf led in a disheveled wizard.

The wizard was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, wearing shiny brown leather shoes, a tall wizard's hat, and his golden hair was pulled back. He always had a warm smile on his face.

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His entire outfit exuded fashion and trendiness, except for this hat, which symbolized a wizard. The wizard took off his hat and gave a slight nod to the bride and groom.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, Gilderoy Lockhart is late."

The guests immediately became noisy, and the auditorium was filled with various sounds.

Moriarty saw many noblewomen waving excitedly at Lockhart.

"Lockhart has the air of a traitor," Moriarty commented.

"You're envious, aren't you?" Lilith leaned closer and asked.

"What do I envy?"

Moriarty was completely baffled by what he said.

Lilith clicked her tongue and said, "Isn't that your type? Whose wife, whose young wife? Whose newly widowed wife?"

"puff!"

Moriarty nearly spat out the black tea he was holding in his mouth.

At the crucial moment, Fleur said, "Look at Lucius's face."

Lucius's smile seemed glued to his face, and he froze completely.

"Lucius certainly doesn't welcome Lockhart," Moriarty explained. "He was supposed to be the star of the day, but Lockhart's here, and just watch, he's sure to have something new up his sleeve. Lockhart'll be the center of attention soon."

At this moment, Lockhart had already strode over to the middle of the guests.

"My dearest Minister Fudge, my beloved superior Rufus Scrimgeour, my most adorable fans..."

Lockhart shook hands with Fudge, his boss, and the ladies.

His face wore a charming smile, radiating a genuine enthusiasm that made it impossible for either male or female wizards to refuse.

then.

Lockhart attracted everyone's attention.

Lockhart began his solo show.

"As you can see, I, the captain of the England Anti-Dark Magic Special Operations Team, have returned safely from my anti-dark magic lecture tour in the Americas!"

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted.

Lockhart nodded in satisfaction.

"Friends, I not only brought back myself, but I also brought back powerful weapons against dark wizards and dark magic!"

Seeing the wizards blinking in confusion.

Lockhart raised his chin smugly. "At this crucial juncture of the Azkaban defection, I returned to Great Britain. For the turbulent times to come, I assure you, English wizards will receive the safest protection!"

"You don't believe me?"

Lockhart spread his arms wide, exuding an overwhelming sense of confidence.

"It's alright, facts will prove me right—I've already started taking action. Starting this afternoon, the special operations team will launch an anti-gang operation!"

Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour, and Lucius's expressions changed drastically.

Fudge and Scrimgeour exchanged a glance, understanding each other's meaning: Lockhart had not informed either of their decision beforehand.

Lucius, however, became uneasy. He knew all too well how the Death Eaters had escaped from prison.

Even the mastermind behind Azkaban's great rebellion is currently in the manor's basement!

And Bellatrix Lestrange, the madwoman from the Death Eaters, is also in the manor!

Lucius found it strange.

The Dark Lord, who is usually indifferent to women, why did he keep Bella this time...?

Lucius was lost in thought and didn't hear Lockhart call him several times.

Lady Sabine patted Lucius's arm, and Lucius snapped out of his reverie: "Huh? What's wrong!"

"Let me guess, is our groom fantasizing about the bride's beautiful figure?" Lockhart patted Lucius on the shoulder familiarly and said affectionately, "My dear friend, I'm using your wedding as an opportunity to announce my decision, you won't mind, will you?"

Lucius shook his head, about to say something, but Lockhart interrupted him before he could speak: "Excellent!"

Lockhart patted Lucius on the shoulder forcefully: "Brother, I have a gift for you on your wedding day."

After Lockhart released Lucius, he strode to the other side of the hall, and all the guests followed him closely, leaving Lucius standing alone in the same spot.

"Sabini, sabinini!"

What angered Lucius the most was that his bride was also staring at Lockhart with a flushed face.

"You must be very curious about the story of what happened to me in America," Lockhart said loudly.

Here it comes! It's time for Lockhart's favorite part again.

Lockhart listened with delight to the cheers from below.

"I have fulfilled my mission; I have returned with my new work, 'Lockhart and the Seventy-Two Black Wizards'!"

Lockhart pulled out a thick storybook with a black cover with a flick of his wrist, flashing his signature smile.

"It contains the story of myself, Gilderoy Lockhart, and the 72 dark wizards I encountered in North and South America!"

A round of applause erupted from the guests, and Lockhart walked up to Lucius amidst admiring gazes.

"Hey buddy, I'll give you my new book for free."

Another round of applause followed.

Many purebloods praised Lockhart's generosity.

Lohart pulled Lucius's right hand over and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Brother, you must take a good look at this. I suggest you learn a few tricks from me—especially the freezing spell to deal with vampires, to protect yourself and your wife."

Lockhart spoke earnestly, and Lucius's neck turned red as he desperately suppressed his anger.

Moriarty and the two girls were already laughing heartily.

Murder and kill!

What made Lucius even angrier was that his bride nodded in agreement, clutching the book "Lohart and the 72 Dark Wizards" tightly in her arms.

Lucius suddenly felt something above his head.

"Captain Lockhart, we'd also like to see your new work."

A group of ladies looked at Lockhart expectantly.

"Don't rush," Lockhart waved his hand, "I've already reached an agreement with Flourish and Blotts. Starting tomorrow, the book will be available for sale there."

"Yay!"

The witches cheered happily.

Lucius had been completely overshadowed by Lockhart. Fudge glanced at Scrimgeour, who remained silent, and muttered to himself, "What a slowpoke!"

"Why don't you consider that the louder your subordinates' voices, the more dangerous it is for you as their boss!"

Fudge muttered to himself for a moment, then stepped forward and whispered to Lockhart, "Captain, shouldn't we be a little more cautious about the anti-Black Storm operation?"

Lockhart replied righteously, "Don't worry, Minister, I've arranged everything. I believe I'll have your support, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several pure-blooded family heads stepped forward.

"That's right, the Greengrass family is willing to serve the special operations team."

"The Parkinson family is willing to provide assistance to the Aurors of the Special Operations Team."

The two family heads stepped forward, and more than a dozen purebloods followed, as if they had agreed to support Lockhart.

"I think I can provide you with potions. Apart from Professor Snape, no one is better at brewing potions than me."

Horace Slughorn, with his large belly, walked over to the other purebloods and winked at Lockhart.

Lucius gritted his teeth at the sight: "That old fox..."

However, he couldn't complain, since Horace had given him a house, which could be considered as the Slughorn family helping the Malfoy family.

Everyone knows that Horace is a cunning wizard.

But they!

Lucius stared intently at Mr. Parkinson and Mr. Greengrass, who ignored his gaze.

Left with no other option, Lucius turned to his best friend, old Nott, hoping to glean some information.

Old Nott avoided Lucius's gaze, and Lucius understood. He knew what Nott meant: I'm sorry, Lucius.

"Merlin, what has happened?"

Lucius felt a deep sadness. After the Black family's defeat, his Malfoy family was the undisputed leader among the pure-bloods.

just now……

He couldn't help but look at Lockhart. Could it be that he was behind all of this?

Lockhart, brimming with confidence, said to Fudge, "Minister, leave this to me. The anti-dark storm is a sure thing. I, Lockhart, assure the British wizards that I will punish the dark wizards of Great Britain!"

"good!"

"good!"

"Well said!"

The wizards applauded, as if this were Lockhart's press conference.

The wedding ended just like that, but the guests were still chatting and discussing Lockhart.

Lockhart then approached Moriarty.

"Young Master, are you satisfied with my performance?"

Moriarty smiled slightly: "Everything is going according to plan. Well done, Lockhart."

At the same time, Lucius, suppressing his anger, roughly pushed Madame Sabine to the ground.

"I have a very bad temper!"

Lucius got the hang of it.

But unexpectedly...

"Ah! You, you..." Lucius was startled and exclaimed in horror, "Why are you so dark?"

Madame Sabine slapped Lucius hard across the face: "Bullshit! I don't mind that you're young, but you think I'm dark-skinned! You're nowhere near as good as Moriarty, you know that! Get up here right now!"

Lucius was dumbfounded, but was pulled away by Madame Sabine.

(End of this chapter)