Living peacefully at Hogwarts

You can search for "Search for Novels in Hogwarts Peaceful Life (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Lockhart is not a good person.

This can be seen from the shameless use of the "forgetting curse" to take away the fruits of others.

But he is by no means a villain.

Because once the real villain takes action, he can never just cast the "forgotten curse".

Bad and stupid.

He should be like this...

In other words, before I met Klein, before I lost my face at the Magic Summit and fell into madness.Gidro Lockhart is such a speculator, a little clever, a little lucky, who dares to do bad things, but is afraid to do nothing.

But now.

Lockhart, who had consciously lost everything, had already lost that face full of smirks.

The look in those eyes was no longer narcissistic, but spiteful and vicious.

The stupid husky has successfully turned into a mentally unstable wolf.

"Why isn't it here? When will I wait."

Nestled in his own apartment, Guidro Lockhart was frantically waiting for the owl on the sofa.

It stands to reason that if the plan is successful, this matter will definitely be reported by the Daily Prophet.

Of course, if the plan is successful, he will also harvest a piece of fresh dough...

"Huh~"

After exhaling a long suffocation in his chest, Guidro Lockhart decided not to wait in his own home.

He suddenly wanted to go out for a stroll and feel the long-lost fresh air.

Just leave.

Gidro Lockhart grabbed a fairly clean coat and put it on his greasy and dusty shirt.

There was no shave, and no face washing, and the hair was messed up.

But he didn't care.

No one can recognize him because of his sloppyness.

The night air is not very cold, but very humid.

Guidro Lockhart regretted coming out wearing his jacket, and the moisture made his shirt and body stick together.

Walking out of the apartment, he glanced back, the building was still brightly lit.

He lives in an expensive apartment building-although crowding with Muggles will make many wizards uncomfortable, for him, ordinary people who can’t magic are the best in his mind. neighbor.

"Ha ha."

Guidro smiled.

Walking on the streets, he walked forward aimlessly.

Many people saw him only as a homeless tramp, and didn't want to put their eyes on him for any second.

He looked at the hurried pedestrians, those with bags and suitcases, each of them in suits and leather shoes, with extraordinary demeanor.

Just like he likes to collect Odenge's aged fire whiskey, those Muggles use ties and leather shoes to show their taste.

It's kind of ridiculous and funny.

Do these things really make sense?

Guidro Lockhart thought to himself.

Since he lost everything at the Magic Summit, all he can do is constant cranky thinking.

However, he has no answer, and no one will come out to give him an answer.

Gerald Lockhart had to move on.

Going farther and farther, he gradually moved away from the high-end neighborhoods and came to the inaccessible old town.

The deserted park under the starry night reveals a sense of dilapidation and desolation everywhere.

When Guidro Lockhart saw it, he didn't want to leave.

He feels that he belongs here tonight.

Looking for a bench to sit down, Guidro Lockhart was silent, breathing in the fresh air in the deserted park.

Of course, not only the air, but also other things crazily got into his nose.

For example, the smell of garbage, the dust in the air, and the smell of real tramp roasted mice...

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Guidro covered his head in a daze.

By the way, he seems to have not eaten dinner yet!

Even people who are confused are always brought back to reality by the most basic physiological needs.

The famous Gidro Lockhart was hungry after smelling the roasted rat!

Are you going back?

still is?

Guidro Lockhart had a bold idea in his mind, a thought he would never have thought of before.

He patted the wand in his pants pocket, and he was relieved.

Even if he was a wizard who failed to the extreme, wouldn't he be able to deal with a few Muggles without the power of a chicken?

As for whether the Ministry of Magic will find him for this...

That is not in his consideration at all.

Since his reputation was discredited, the Ministry of Magic has not been able to free up because of Sauron's affairs. When the situation stabilizes, he doesn't think the Ministry will let him go. The matter of Chen Zhizhi and rotten millet will not be hidden for long.

When he gets the face of the "Klein Grindelwald" he is thinking of, he will flee away from home.

The lives of a few Muggles are just a bonus.

Standing up, Guidro Lockhart sneered.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

The idea of ​​"killing Muggle tramps by magic and snatching their dead mice" seemed to be carved into his mind and became his instinct.

An invisible hand was tied with silk thread around his body.

From when he wanted to get out and walk, to take out his wand and aim at the innocent Muggle.

It seems that someone is controlling everything.

"Hey, good evening, then, goodbye."

Guidro Lockhart knew everything well. He didn't think his magic could be resisted by just a few Muggles.

So when he grinned and pronounced the fate of those homeless people, he had imagined what would happen next: Muggles would be hit by his "forgotten spell", and there would be a brief loss of consciousness, and just in this time , His "flaming curse" will devour them.

This is a perfect shot!

But everything that happened next went far beyond Gidro's expectations.

His magic hadn't even been shot from the tip of the wand, and the "black pipes" under the loose clothes suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the burning tramp.

That is.......

Old-fashioned short shotgun.

"If I were to kill someone silently, what would you give me, Grindelwald?"

"A silenced pistol, that's the proud weapon of Muggles."

gun.

Sometimes it works better than a magic wand.

At least for now, guns are better than magic wands.

"boom!"

Several old-fashioned shotguns spewed out dazzling tongues of fire, and instantly smashed Guidro Lockhart's body.

The blurring color in his eyes dissipated, and he regained his brief clarity.

But it was too late.

At the same time as the blurring color dissipated, there was also the vitality of Gildro Lockhart.

"Snapped."

The corpse fell to the ground, and Guidro Lockhart stared at the gray sky blankly.

...

"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"

The old-fashioned clock tells the time very accurately, with no bad sound, exactly twelve.

Klein put down his wand blankly and turned to look out the window.

The lion will not become a real sheep because it takes too long to disguise.Any existence that dared to threaten his life must disappear from this world.

This is the iron rule, touch and die.

Guidro Lockhart picked the wrong opponent.