Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"My father is a Muggle, my mother is a witch, and I have two older sisters, but they didn't inherit my mother's magic, but I did..." Lockhart began to talk, recalling from your own childhood.

"She prefers me very much." Lockhart's tone was not at all complacent. So far, he was just stating a faint fact.

"I'm a wizard and can go to Hogwarts, but neither of my sisters! It makes me very proud."

"I started to be vain at that time, and that kind of emotion was bred in my heart, even though I didn't know it was vanity at the time." Lockhart said slowly.

"I try my best to attract people's attention, to attract people's attention, which makes me satisfied."

"By the way, I could actually go into Slytherin at the time, but I ended up going into Ravenclaw."

"I thought I was the best, but I'm not." Lockhart's tone at this time was not unwilling, but relieved.

"There, no one was surprised by my naturally handsome curly hair."

"Even though I'm actually smarter than the vast majority of other people."

"But I'm not satisfied, I want to be the best, otherwise life is meaningless."

"It sounds stupid now, doesn't it?"

Hermione felt the same, and nodded slightly in agreement.

In fact, she is also very pursuit of perfection, all excellent transcripts, if there is a good one.

She will also be mad and distressed.

But it looks like Lockhart has gone to the other extreme.

He put his mind on grandstanding.

"I did something stupid to get their attention."

"I bragged to my classmates that I hope to make the Philosopher's Stone before graduation."

"I also intend to lead England's Quidditch team to the World Cup and eventually become Britain's youngest Minister for Magic."

"Not bad ideal." Hermione consoled, not knowing what to say for a while.

This sounds a bit out of the blue,

But out of courtesy, Hermione complimented him.

"But it should be good in the end, right? After you graduated, you are also famous." Hermione recalled and began to list some of his titles.

"A recipient of the Order of Merlin 3rd class, an honorary member of the Alliance Against the Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of the Witcher Weekly Most Charming Smile Award, which is also a great achievement."

"What if I say that all my achievements are fake?" Lockhart's words startled Hermione.

"Fake?" she repeated, her eyes on the man again.

"Didn't you defeat many evil dark magic creatures?"

"I'm sorry, I deceived so many people, I coaxed accomplished wizards and witches into revealing their greatest deeds, and then erased their memories, and finally, after my processing, into a book, it became own things."

"Forgetting Curse?" Hermione looked at Lockhart in surprise, frowning subconsciously.

"Yes, this is the only spell I'm good at." Lockhart nodded and smiled bitterly at Hermione.

"My school days were a waste of my studies."

"I used to have my name engraved on the Quidditch pitch in 20-foot letters."

"I used to project my own likeness into the sky, like the Dark Mark of You-Know-Who."

"I put all my energy on this, and the really powerful magic has basically nothing to learn."

"That means, you don't actually know the Defense Against the Dark Arts spell, so why would Professor Dumbledore allow you to serve?" Hermione immediately grasped the crux of the problem and asked.

"I don't know either." Lockhart still had a bitter smile on his face and slowly shook his head.

"By the way, Miss Granger, I have a small request, can you satisfy me?" the man said abruptly.

"Go ahead." Hermione was in a trance now, desperately trying to use her own logic to piece together the details, straighten everything out, and integrate the information disclosed by Lockhart.

But it's too difficult.

"Can you ask me to sign again? I want to experience this adoration once again," Lockhart said tentatively, making a strange request.

Hermione's face was startled for a moment, but she quickly understood.

"Professor Lockhart, I'm an admirer of you, could you please sign my autograph?" Hermione approached him, with a look of admiration, and picked up the Daily Prophet on the bedside table. He got up and handed it to Lockhart.

"It's an honor." Gilderoy Lockhart smiled, maintaining his original elegant smile, and out of nowhere changed his peacock brush, leaving his own fancy and gorgeous on the paper. sign.

Handed it to Hermione.

"Thank you," he said.

"No." Hermione responded briefly.

"Thank you," Lockhart repeated, then closed his eyes, closed his lids, and quickly fell asleep.

This was vaguely a one-sided conversation, and it ended.

Hermione's sympathy prevailed, granting the dying man's wishes.

In this conversation, Hermione heard how a gifted person can be lost in the crowd, and some of the doubts in her heart were solved, but the most important secrets and puzzles remained unsolved.

The so-called truth is still cloudy and foggy.

Then Hermione went all the way downstairs, left St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and rendezvoused with the Weasleys and Harry at a Muggle supermarket.

On the second day, they visited Mr. Weasley again and were ready to go back to school.

It can be seen that on the way back to school, their interest is not very high.

"Harry? They had a fight?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Because of Percy," Harry explained in a low voice.

"Don't mention him, Umbridge's lackey! What kind of work keeps him busy so much that he doesn't even come to see Dad." Ron heard it even though he lowered his voice, and shouted loudly.

"Say what?" Mrs Weasley patted Ron on the head.

"He's your brother, don't talk nonsense." Mrs Weasley said sternly.

Then the group walked into a fruit shop, the tiles outside fell off a lot, and many flies were flying around.

This is yet another hidden Floo fan site.

After Mrs. Weasley said goodbye, the group returned to Hogwarts. After all, they had class tomorrow.

The visit is over.

At the same time, such a scene was staged in an office of the Ministry of Magic, the political center of the British wizarding society, underground in the most prosperous downtown district of London.

This is a room created out of thin air between the third and fourth floors of the Ministry of Magic. It has a circular appearance. The most placed around are bookcases and books. Occasionally there are one or two books to read. It was not so smooth up, and a golden feather suddenly protruded from the page.

That's Fox's golden tail feathers.