I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 97 All enemies of the stars will inevitably meet their destined death.

"I must leave here immediately."

The fourth floor of Hogwarts.

In the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Lockhart paced back and forth, his eyes bloodshot.

He's not one of those naive, foolish little wizards.

Although his story was entirely plagiarized from others.

But as an adult wizard, he was familiar with the Killing Curse.

The sudden death of Mr. Ober, who had just been having a pleasant conversation with him and invited him to the front door to discuss business, had a tremendous impact on him!

He was never a brave person to begin with.

After receiving the stories of those ugly, commercially unappealing old wizards, he didn't even have the courage to explore the places in the stories that were no longer in danger.

"Dumbledore only saw you as cannon fodder; I knew it from the beginning!"

Lockhart's office was somewhat dimly lit. Just like his narcissistic nature, the walls were covered with his photographs and paintings.

He infused each oil painting with his consciousness.

At this moment, Lockhart, with a greasy smile on his face, stood in the largest oil painting, a six-foot-tall self-portrait, looking superior as if he had known everything all along. "I never wanted you to take this position from the beginning."

Look at what's happening now!

"Bullshit! You were the first to agree!" On a drawing board next to Lockhart's desk, two Lockharts shouted in unison in an oil painting of Lockhart.

"You guys sound like you're about to faint from excitement!" Lockhart chimed in from another photo.

"It's all your fault. I was the calmest person there!"

"Calm down? Is telling the entire Diagon Alley portrait artist what you call calm?"

"That's still better than you. You can't even get into the Ministry of Magic!"

"It's your fault, you idiot!"

"It's you! It's you! It's you!"

"Rebound. Rebound ineffective!"

The heated argument irritated Gilderoy. "Enough!" he roared, his fists clenched tightly. "What we need to do now is get out of Hogwarts!"

With people dying right under Dumbledore's nose, how could he possibly have the courage to stay any longer?

"If I escape Hogwarts, I can hide in America for a while." Gilderoy's eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, a forced smile appeared on his stiff face. "I can write a political novel exposing the dark side of Hogwarts and publish it in the United States!"

"I think American wizards will really enjoy this new story!"

"The title—that's right, it'll be called 'Hogwarts in the Dark: My Difficult Years of Struggle'."

In an instant, Gilderoy felt that his idea was like his clever roommate discovering his clever crossdressing—definitely a sign of intelligence!

My first original story starts at Hogwarts!

The filth and darkness within a magic academy spanning a thousand and five hundred years—this is bound to be a hit!

That means his influence will no longer be limited to Britain, but to the whole of North America, and he will become an internationally renowned author!

"Then what are we waiting for!" the huge portrait roared. "Let's go now, and go far away."

"Go to Hogsmeade Village, where there is the Floonet to Diagon Alley."

"Using the previous method, we'll go to France first, then America. By then, even if Dumbledore wanted to cause us trouble, it wouldn't be too late!"

Having said that, Gilderoy, without having time to think about why Dumbledore hadn't approached him, the professor, tonight, waved his wand.

All items in the room began to pack automatically.

The wardrobe folds automatically, and the paintings and calligraphy float and shrink.

In the blink of an eye, the office became empty.

It was as if no one had ever lived there.

The only evidence that someone had ever been there was two huge suitcases in the center of the room.

"Snap!"

Outside the window, a bright blue-white light illuminated the torrential rain.

Lockhart was startled by the sudden noise and instinctively looked up.

"Ah~"

He stared wide-eyed in horror.

His face was filled with fear, as if he had seen something terrifying!

He seemed to see one, or rather two, faces!

The dimly lit window was just enough to illuminate a person's shadow.

But it was only a fleeting moment; the brief glimmer of lightning illuminated the window, but in the blink of an eye, darkness descended, and the figure vanished again.

"Hoo hoo~"

Lockhart, a bead of sweat trickling down his temples, swallowed hard and stiffly walked to his suitcase.

He didn't have the courage to open the window and look out.

He preferred to believe that it was just his imagination.

However, this only intensified his desire to leave.

Pushing open the door, Lockhart moved with incredible speed, as if a Dementor was chasing him, and he covered the corridor in just a few steps.

We arrived at the spiral staircase.

"Is it all over?"

Suddenly, a clear, ethereal voice rang in his ears.

As a wizard, Lockhart instinctively drew his wand.

"Who are you? I'm telling you, Dumbledore is in the castle. If you dare attack me—"

Before he could finish speaking, a red light suddenly attacked from some unknown shadow.

"Bang!" The crisp sound came from the wand falling to the ground, and the sound carried far, as if he were in a pipe.

"Don't raise your wand at a witch, sir."

A kind of misty aura seemed to slowly emanate from the darkness.

"Furthermore, Dumbledore is not currently at Hogwarts; he is busy explaining to the Ministry of Magic why one of their employees died."

The ethereal, even icy tone was like a sharp knife stabbing Lockhart's heart.

He was panting heavily, slumped against his suitcase.

"Don't kill me, I have money, I'll give you all the manuscripts, I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, you should have heard of me."

"I know you, Mr. Lockhart." Specks of blue emerged through the misty air in the darkness, and a phantom figure gradually came into view.

She walked with light steps on the floor shrouded in darkness.

With each step she took, a dark moon would appear beneath her feet.

The dark moon, like a COB lamp, illuminated the figure.

"It all started with your despicable attack on a Bhutanese sorcerer, with your shameless plagiarism of his stories, and with your complete betrayal of the spirit of Ravenclaw."

"Mr. Lockhart, I know you."

Having his darkest secret exposed in a single sentence, Gilderoy staggered and fell. He sat on the ground, looking up at the figure with a terrified expression.

No one could possibly know what he did!

The magical damage caused by the permanent amnesia spell is currently beyond the reach of even the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

How did she know?!

How did she know?!

"The heir to Ravenclaw has returned, Mr. Lockhart!" The figure walked in calmly.

He saw it; the four blue arms pointed at him.

His body was beginning to petrify!

"All enemies of the stars, those who betray Ravenclaw, will surely meet their destined death!"

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