Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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 for a happy holiday, but also because they saw their long-awaited hero in front of the main guest table.

It was another routine speech by Dumbledore. Although the students were not sleepy, they were not in high spirits. What they were looking forward to was the speech of the handsome man behind Dumbledore.

"Well, it seems that my students can't wait. My bad old man is no better than the young man now." Dumbledore still laughed and teased himself, not caring that his students were being treated. The man behind him attracted attention.

"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 in the audience 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, and his iconic suit Wearing a long blue forget-me-not robe, with various medals and honor signs hung on it, just a single action is enough to arouse the cheers of students from all colleges, regardless of gender.

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" achievements have been obliterated by the "hero" on stage.

"I, Lockhart, the third-class Medal of Sir Merlin, oh, no, it should be second-class now. The Sir Merlin found me a few days ago and asked me to change the medal. Honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, won five times The "Witcher Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award. In fact, these are some false names. Among all my identities, I am most proud of being a professor of the Dark Arts defense class at Hogwarts." Lockhart gently He raised his head and looked vainly at the front, 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.

"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 that I am using magic. My abilities have been greatly affected. As a defense against the Dark Arts course that is very important to everyone’s safety, I think the teachers in this position need not only good theoretical knowledge, but also strong practical skills. If I can barely do the job before, , I have no such ability now."

There were waves of sighs from the audience. The students regretted but were helpless. As for the retention, they just thought about it. Although they were very grateful to him, apart from themselves, from the perspective of their parents and the school, 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, only to see a scorching red hair. eyeball.

"Oh, isn't this classmate Ron?" Lockhart still maintained a gentle and gentle smile, not annoyed by someone interrupting him, he stretched out his hand in a gesture of please.

I didn’t care about it when I shouted. After I shouted, I 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 a magical creature in our school. Conservation teacher, I think you might be able to try this course?"

The students from various colleges whispered and discussed, and all the students except Slytherin hoped that he could stay.

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

Because he remembered another incident that happened at St Mungo's Hospital.

Fighting the basilisk bravely, sacrificing oneself, and 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, 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. Then the door was opened. 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 bragging.

Judging 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 whether this was done by himself. Yes, even if he only remembered that he seemed to fainted on Christmas Day.

"It’s too late, then it’s fast. The basilisk waved its huge tail and made waves of howling wind, but as you all know, I can only stand against him with my eyes closed, and my ears have become the only way to tell the direction. The means of...so I..." Lockhart was eloquent, quite pretentious.

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

A reporter helped his glasses and said: "Mr. Lockhart just woke up. We can no longer interrupt his rest time. 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 of this. It's not a matter of nothing, he thought.Before he dared to make such unscrupulous swaggers because of the miraculous effect of the "forgetting curse", but this time the inexplicable heroic identity always made him feel deeply uneasy, and people would always be a little afraid of things that cannot be grasped. The next is probably a good thing.

However, Lockhart, who had a "press conference", suddenly felt a wave of tiredness flooding him like a tide. He decided not to think about it. He would take a nap before considering the rest. Leaning back, when his head was about to touch the soft pillow, 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 pile of thick materials. He reached out and opened the cabinet in a ghostly manner. Take out these file-like things.

Looking intently, Lockhart was in a panic, and his sleepiness disappeared. He immediately subconsciously looked at the door of the ward that had been locked, and let out a sigh of relief when he found that there was no one around.

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