harry potter book of crimes

"……I see."

The real scene of the audio-visual conference, in the sky above the circular open-air venue that was packed with seats, the dark gray clouds and fog had completely dissipated.

But for some reason, not even a single star can be seen in the sky.

It's dark clouds! The thick clouds shrouded me at some point, covering all the moonlight and starlight so tightly that nothing could penetrate.

Deep in the clouds, there was an occasional flash of blue lightning, and the scene looked like a storm was about to come.

The chests of all the spectators seemed to be pressed down by a heavy object, and even breathing became difficult.

At this moment, an eerie voice suddenly sounded, as if coming from all directions, making it difficult to judge the direction of the person coming.

But there is no doubt that someone... is coming!

"Well……"

In a corner of the auditorium, Harry suddenly felt a throbbing pain in the lightning scar on his forehead. Ever since he practiced "Occlumency" according to the notes Maka gave him, he had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

His friends beside him were concerned about him, but he just shook his head in confusion.

"...Gilderoy Lockhart? Interesting..."

The voice sounded in everyone's ears again, gloomy and strange. After experiencing the "audio-visual meeting" just now, most of the audience immediately thought of a certain person.

Someone whose name cannot even be mentioned.

At this moment, everyone was nervous, and they kept whispering. The uneasiness in their hearts was about to turn into action, and they escaped from this crowded venue.

But in terms of nervousness and uneasiness, Lockhart, who was standing in the center of the stage, was definitely the first to bear the brunt of it, especially after being called by "that person"'s name.

But……

"……So what?"

Lockhart is no longer the Lockhart he was before. In the past few years, he has experienced a lot. Especially this time, how much has he done to be able to stand here today, standing on this stage with all the eyes on him?

Prepare?

Maybe he is not very powerful yet, maybe all this is a bluff. But he, Gilderoy Lockhart, is today's protagonist, this is an indisputable fact.

It was MacLean who gave him the opportunity to gain the popularity he dreamed of. But this kind of popularity can't be gained by just talking, he also needs to work hard!

Everyone has a life direction that suits them best, and his direction is acting!

In the years after resigning from Hogwarts, he wandered around the Muggle world on film sets, searching for himself among cameras and sets; and today, Maka gave him the opportunity to stand on the stage of this life,

In this way, he performs a performance that belongs only to him.

Who says liars don’t need courage? In this world, which liar dares to deceive the Dark Lord? Deceive the entire magical world?

"...Voldemort...no, Tom Riddle!" Lockhart suppressed the trembling hands in his sleeves and cast an amplifying spell on himself, "Whether it's the you in the diary or the you now.

, he is just an ordinary wizard with a twisted heart..."

——Calm down! Stay calm! Today’s stage is my home court!

"Mr. Riddle," he sighed softly, "do you know what you lack most?"

"What you lack - is 'love'!"

——Ahhhhh! Damn it, even a shameless person like me would find it difficult to say such a pretentious line! MacLean’s script is so embarrassing...

"snort!"

Following a vague cold snort, a large amount of black energy suddenly appeared out of thin air around the stage, swirling and spinning, and quickly gathered not far from Lockhart.

When the black energy gathered together like a whirlpool, Voldemort stepped out from it, bringing up wisps of black flowing clouds.

"'Love'?" His expression didn't look so good. These lines carefully composed by Maca obviously hit his pain point, "That old man Dumbledore said so, and you said so too...'

Love'? 'Love' what the hell is that? 'Love'... can you get out of here alive!"

Voldemort looked at Lockhart coldly, with no concealment of the fierceness in his eyes. The terrifying aura of having studied black magic for a long time spread out invisibly, causing the whole audience to have a thought in their hearts: move.

In one moment, you will really die!

——Yes! Get angry! Get angry! That guy McClane is too scary, everything is in his calculations! But... will there be no problem next?

"Mr. Riddle, what you did is too extreme. You hurt many innocent people for your own sake..."

Lockhart's heart was as turbulent as the sea in a storm - he even felt guilty and wanted to curse, but on the surface he still maintained a calm and calm expression.

"To be honest, I really want to simply destroy you, just like I destroyed your remaining soul in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets..."

At this moment, Lockhart is simply arrogant. Even though most people have a good impression of him, in terms of the true strength of the two...

If anyone has the qualifications to say this to Voldemort, then there is no one else except Dumbledore - almost everyone here thinks so.

But Lockhart's lines continued.

"...I believe you also understand that there are many ways to destroy a person. I have to say...just taking your life will no longer satisfy me."

Having said this, Lockhart secretly gritted his teeth and took a steady step forward. It was as if he didn't even take Voldemort in front of him seriously...

"Boom——"

In the clouds, another bolt of lightning pierced the night sky at the right time, making the atmosphere in the venue even heavier.

These familiar words and this familiar behavior made Voldemort almost think that the person standing opposite him was Dumbledore.

That was that day! That night when I faced Dumbledore! Dumbledore also said something similar!

"Then go to the world of the dead to find satisfaction!"

When Lockhart took another step forward, Voldemort finally couldn't hold himself back any longer!

He didn't even draw out his wand, he just stepped on it suddenly, and his whole body turned into a ball of black flames and rushed straight towards Lockhart.

——This is the moment! The first blow is also the last blow! Only this time! Is McClane’s preparation okay? You must succeed!

The third step! The moment Voldemort charged towards Lockhart, Lockhart did not retreat but advanced, gritted his teeth and took his third step!

At the moment when the black flame that Voldemort turned into was only half a step away from Lockhart, a burst of soft blue light burst out on the stage!

At the same time, clearly identifiable lines spread under Lockhart's feet, covering the entire stage surface in an instant. Countless mysterious symbols floated up in the blue ocean of brilliance.

Flip and rise, revealing an intoxicating beauty.

At this second, the black flames around Voldemort suddenly dissipated, revealing his true body under the black flames;

The next second, with everyone's astonished expressions on their faces, Lockhart raised his leg and kicked forward at Voldemort, who was rushing towards him due to inertia, bringing Voldemort's face into close contact with the soles of his boots.

In the next second, the faint blue light on the stage completely dissipated. Lockhart took a few steps back before standing still, but Voldemort lay directly in the center of the stage.

"oh--"

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then roared excitedly. But they had just shouted half a sentence, and then they fell silent again as if they were being strangled by the neck.

This was just because Voldemort, who was lying on the stage, erupted into more violent black flames than before. The beating black energy automatically swayed on the stage without any wind.

"good very good!"

Voldemort, covered in black flames, slowly got up, his voice distorted by extreme anger. You can imagine how violent the next attack will be.

"...I didn't expect that there are so many powerful wizards in this world." He growled in a hoarse voice, "Great! That's great!"

Shame! Today, Voldemort felt unprecedented shame! His great Dark Lord was actually stepped on the face by an unknown person with the sole of his shoe!

First, he was killed by a death curse caused by an infant who was still in his infancy. Then, a child took away the magic stone. Not long ago, he was smashed into his own house by a reclusive descendant of an ancient family!

And today, he was actually rubbed against his handsome face with the sole of his shoe by the bastard in front of him!

The Dark Lord is so angry that he must let this guy who does not know how to live or die experience the fear of death! He wants everyone to understand that those who dare to resist his Dark Lord will only die!

However, on the other side, Lockhart stood there with his "charming" face tense, and the sweat on his palms made him unable to even clench his fists.

——McLean isn’t coming yet? I’m going to die, I’m going to die, if you don’t show up! If you don’t come out, I’m going to run away!

It was true that he thought so in his heart, but on the surface, he couldn't do it. Not to mention whether he could escape, even if there was a way to evacuate, could he escape?

The liar's lies deceive others, but they restrain himself! As long as he still wants to be this "hero", he has to stand firmly on this stage and dance on the tip of a knife.

Moved! Voldemort moved!

He raised his hand, and endless black flames swept towards Lockhart like a tsunami, turning into a black flame snake in mid-air, opening its snake's kiss and pounced directly on his head with astonishing momentum.

The rune pattern just now dispelled all the magic in the field. Voldemort could recover in an instant, but Lockhart could not!

Even if he wanted to fight desperately, he couldn't do it at this moment!

At this moment, Lockhart stood with his arms crossed, and the strong wind blowing in his face blew the stardust on his wizard robe into the air, scattering a bright starlight on the stage.

——You have to fake it even to the death!