Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 58: The counterfeit hero Lockhart

　　 Time is fleeting, this academic year at Hogwarts is finally over. The auditorium is beautifully decorated and the students gather together. Since the current score is that Gryffindor is far ahead, the auditorium is It is covered with bright red and gold ribbons, which are the colors of Gryffindor. Behind the main guest seat is a banner on which is drawn a majestic lion.

　　 There was a joyous atmosphere in the auditorium, not only because the semester was about to end, but they were able to return to their homes to spend a pleasant holiday, but also because they saw their long-awaited hero in front of the main guest table.

　　 is another part of Dumbledore's routine speech. Although the students are not sleepy, they are not in high spirits. What they look forward to is the speech of the handsome man behind Dumbledore.

　　 "Well, it seems that my students can't wait any longer. My bad old man is no better than the young man now." Dumbledore still laughed and teased himself, not caring about himself. Of students were attracted by the man behind him.

　　 "Now let the person you are looking forward to speak, I think he must also want to exchange a lot of opinions with you." Dumbledore gave his place to the man behind him.

　　The students under the stage applauded with thunderous applause.

　　 This man is no one else, but Professor Lockhart who has been away from Hogwarts for a long time.

　　 "Actually, I just did a little work." Lockhart said with a smile on the stage, showing his graceful demeanor and charming heroism. The white teeth exposed in the smile are so clean that they seem to reflect light. His iconic blue forget-me-not robe is worn on his body, and it is covered with various medals and honor signs. Just one action is enough to arouse the cheers of all college students, regardless of male or female.

　　 No matter what culture or country, it is the instinct of ordinary people to worship heroes.

　　 Well, the Slytherin students are currently an exception, because their "hero" feats have been obliterated by the "hero" on stage.

　　" I, Lockhart, the Merlin Jazz Third Class Medal, oh, no, it should be second class now. The Merlin Jazz found me a few days ago and asked me to change the medal, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, Won the "Witcher Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times. In fact, these are some false names. Among all my identities, I am most proud of being a professor of the Black Magic Defense class at Hogwarts." Loha Te lightly raised his head, his eyes looked vainly forward, with a little blur, as if he was thinking of his teaching career at Hogwarts.

　　 As soon as the voice fell, there was another fierce applause in the auditorium. Harry and Ron's hands were about to clap red, and they shouted Lockhart's name loudly.

　　 "Thank you for your enthusiasm." Lockhart made a gesture, and everyone was quiet. "But for some reason, I can no longer teach here. I think Professor Dumbledore has already told you. My ability to perform magic has been greatly affected. As a dark magic defense course that is very important to everyone’s safety, I think the teacher in this position needs not only good theoretical knowledge, but also strong practical ability. I was barely competent, and now I have no such ability."

　　 There was a sigh of sighs immediately from the audience. The students regretted but couldn’t do anything. As for staying, they just thought about it. Although they are grateful to him, apart from themselves, they stand from the perspective of their parents and the school. , And would not allow such a person to continue to serve as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

　　 "Professor Lockhart!" Suddenly someone in Gryffindor raised his hand and shouted loudly. Many classmates, including Lockhart himself, cast their eyes on that person, and saw a fiery red head. Hair scorches eyeballs.

　　 "Oh, isn’t this Ron’s classmate?" Lockhart still kept a gentlemanly smile, not annoyed by someone interrupting him, he reached out his hand in a please gesture, let Ron Get up and speak. "Are there any questions?"

　　 didn’t pay much attention when yelling. After yelling, he realized that he seemed a little nervous under the eyes of everyone. But Ron still bit his head and said: “I heard that the professor of our school will retire next year because of his old age. He is our Teacher of the school’s magical creature protection class, I think you might be able to try this course?"

　　Students from various colleges whispered one after another, discussing, all the students except Slytherin hope he can stay.

　　 Lockhart was a little moved, but when he glanced at Dumbledore from the outside, and saw his smiling face, he immediately took back the thoughts in his mind.

　　 because he remembered something that happened to him at St. Mungo’s Hospital at the time.

　　 Fighting the basilisk bravely, sacrificing oneself, protecting the students, plus the good reputation accumulated in the society before, Lockhart has naturally become the darling of the major media in the wizarding world, except for an unusual magazine Besides, almost all the newspapers wanted to interview him. When Lockhart woke up, he found himself lying on a big bed with a white sheet covering himself, and then the door was opened. These Western reporters flocked to his bed and started asking questions.

　　 "Mr. Lockhart, I heard that your ability to cast magic has been affected. Is this true?"

　　"Do you regret going to teach at Hogwarts?"

　　"What did you think in your heart when you rescued Granger?"

　　"How did you defeat a basilisk that has lived for hundreds of years or even longer?"

　　 A series of questions made him even more confused, but since Lockhart, who had previously only relied on low-level magic, was able to make a difference in the wizarding world, he was naturally exceptional-he was very good at bragging.

　　 From the fact that he copied other people's stories and his processed works are selling well, it seems that he tells stories well. The same stories can be said to be different from different populations.

　　 Lockhart’s literary talent is very good, and he is not lacking in quick wit. In just a few words, he realized that he seemed to be recognized as a hero by these people, so he started to play by himself, not caring about it. He didn't do it himself, even if he only remembered that he seemed to fainted on Christmas Day.

　　"It’s too late and it’s fast. The basilisk is waving its huge tail~IndoMTL.com~ There is a whistling wind, but as you all know, I can only fight him with my eyes closed, mine The ear became the only way to tell the position...so I..." Lockhart was eloquent, speaking in a very pretentious manner.

　　After a speech, all the reporters gave him warm applause for his wit and bravery.

　　 A reporter helped his glasses and said, "Mr. Lockhart just woke up. We can’t interrupt his rest time anymore. Let’s stop here today. I believe we will have more opportunities to interview him in the future. ."

　　 A group of reporters nodded and said yes, and after bidding farewell to Lockhart, they rushed out of the ward together.

　　 Lockhart lay back on the bed, thinking about all this, it's not a matter of nothing, he thought. Before he dared to act so unscrupulously and deceively because of the magical effect of the "forgetting curse", but this inexplicable heroic identity always made him feel deeply uneasy, and people are always a little afraid of things that cannot be grasped, even if this looks at it. Perhaps the next is a good thing.

　　 Lockhart, who had a "press conference", suddenly felt a wave of tiredness coming to him like a tide. He decided not to think about it, and took a nap before thinking about the rest. Just as he leaned back and his head was about to touch the soft pillows, he caught a glimpse of a bedside table next to the hospital bed. One of the drawers was slightly open, and it seemed to contain a thick stack of materials. He was insane. Reached out to open the cabinet and took out these file-like things.

　　 When he fixed his eyes, Lockhart was in a panic and his sleepiness disappeared. He immediately subconsciously looked at the door of the ward, which had been locked, and let out a sigh of relief after he found that there was no one around~IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.