Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Gilderoy Lockhart was standing outside the wooden door carrying a suitcase.

He has a signature charming smile on his face that he always displays for the media.

Before coming, Lockhart confirmed that the owner of the cabin was a wizard.

A powerful wizard!

Lockhart thought of the magical beam of light he saw. It was not the magic possessed by ordinary wizards.

So Lockhart adopted a friendly attitude.

He thought that no wizard could refuse his smile, including the owner of this wooden house.

Of course, it would be better if it was the hostess. It was getting late and Lockhart wouldn't mind having something happen with a charming witch.

The howling cold wind interrupted Lockhart's fantasy. Although his wizard robe had the function of keeping warm, it still made him feel a little embarrassed.

The door didn't open.

Lockhart is shut out!

"Hello? I'm..." Lockhart repeated what he said before, knocking on the door as if to remind the other party, "Is anyone home?"

Another long time passed without any movement in the room.

Until the smile on Lockhart's face could no longer be maintained, the door opened with a creak.

Lockhart hurriedly forced out a smile, but it quickly turned into shock: "Are you? A child?"

Lockhart looked at Moriarty in surprise as he opened the door for him.

Moriarty was wearing a thick wool blanket and holding a staff in his hand.

As soon as his eyes came into contact with the staff, Lockhart could no longer look away. This was definitely the most special and noble staff he had ever seen!

Moriarty witnessed the complete change in Lockhart's expression, and it must be said that it was extremely funny.

Look at Lockhart's golden and red wizard robes, which make Lockhart look like a big rooster, vivid and vivid.

Moriarty said enthusiastically: "Everything is as you see, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart! Welcome to my home."

"Your home? You?"

Lockhart was surprised. So he was the one who released the magic before?

But Lockhart did not ask easily. Instead, he asked insinuatingly: "You mean, you live here alone?"

Of course not, but how could Moriarty admit it?

He took a few steps toward the door, opening a path for Lockhart to enter.

"Have you not noticed that I am an Englishman just like you?"

"I've been living in this cabin, and I call it my 'igloo'!"

This was of course a name Moriarty made up blindly to further confuse Lockhart.

"Come in and take a look, Mr. Lockhart, I bet you'll like it here!"

"Ah, ah! Yes, thank you."

Lockhart discovered that Moriarty had gray hair and spoke fluent English.

In order to cover up his embarrassment, he smiled and walked into the house.

Watching Lockhart enter the room, Moriarty's eyes were filled with brilliance.

He was thinking about Gilderoy Lockhart when the real owner suddenly appeared in front of him.

Oh, Merlin's beard.

Congratulations to Slytherin!

Moriarty also had a smile on his face, walked into the house, and closed the wooden door.

Hearing the door close, Lockhart felt a little uncomfortable, and for some reason he thought of something bad.

In order to find out more about Moriarty, Lockhart pretended to be familiar with him.

"It's my first time coming to Tibet. It's really cold. Have you always lived here?"

"Yes, except for the cold weather, everything is good here. For example, we can avoid disasters."

Moriarty had a hint and deliberately took Lockhart astray.

Sure enough, when talking about disaster, Lockhart thought of Voldemort, and his body shook violently.

Then he squeezed out a smile: "That's right, you're right. European wizards rarely set foot in China, let alone this is Eastern Tibet."

"Then why did Mr. Lockhart come to Tibet?"

"Speaking of this, I have to mention the novel I once wrote."

Lockhart took out a stack of newspapers from his suitcase.

"Look what the Daily Prophet said about me! Here is my report. Oh, my child, you know the Daily Prophet, right?"

Moriarty waved his staff, and a Daily Prophet automatically flew in front of his eyes.

"Excellent levitation!" Lockhart exclaimed, now he was a little curious about Moriarty's identity.

Moriarty pretended to look at the Daily Prophet, pretending to be confused even though he knew Lockhart well.

"I'm very sorry, I don't understand what it says."

"Well," Lockhart explained, regretfully putting away all the newspapers, "as I said before, I am a writer and, of course, a wizard - we all are.

I came to Tibet for the snowmen here! You know, every year I travel to various parts of the world to have close contact with dangerous magical animals. I call this a great adventure..."

Lockhart put on his signature smile again, and talked to Moriarty like he was treating his fans.

Moriarty showed great interest and echoed from time to time, but he knew in his heart that it was indeed Lockhart, the Tibetan snowman, who appeared.

Those heroic deeds written by Lockhart are all other people's stories.

It's just that Lockhart used the Forgetting Charm on those people, and other people's experiences became his unique adventure.

From the book "A Year with the Snowman of Tibet", it can be inferred that Lockhart may have been to Tibet or had contact with the wizards of Tibet.

Since Lockhart appears here, it means that he is preparing to write that novel.

After writing the novel, Lockhart will definitely promote and sell it in the wizarding world.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to enter the British wizarding world.

Moriarty outlined a complete plan in his mind, and he began to follow the temptation: "Mr. Lockhart, after listening to your story, I am amazed by your adventurous spirit and powerful strength.

You just mentioned the Tibetan Yeti? I happen to know this magical animal very well!

I thought I could be of some help to you, I mean, could I go on an adventure with you?"

Moriarty acted excited and enthusiastic, like a little wizard eager for adventure.

Lockhart had obviously seen too many young wizards like this, and he habitually regarded Moriarty as a real child, letting go of his previous wariness.

"Of course my boy," Lockhart said with a big smile. "If you can help, I will write you in the book! Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"Just call me Moriarty. Now Mr. Lockhart, can you listen to me? After all, the Yeti is difficult to deal with. We need to make a detailed plan."

"Alright, watchful boy," Lockhart took out a set of coffee cups from his suitcase, "Whenever I collect materials, I will prepare some coffee for myself to refresh myself."

"Isn't it a writer's habit? Haha," Lockhart made a little joke of his own and said to Moriarty: "New products in the Diagon Alley coffee house! Do you want some?"

Moriarty glanced at the suitcase. It was obviously under a traceless stretching spell. God knows what was added to the cup of coffee given to him, and Moriarty didn't like the taste of Lockhart.

After shaking his head and declining, Moriarty waved his staff and drew a light and shadow model of the Tibetan Snowman based on his memory.

This move made Lockhart say with some envy: "A terrible talent, child."

Then he looked at the snowman model that was two to three meters tall and frowned: "It looks like a miniature version of the troll."

"Snowmen do have some similarities with trolls. Their thick white skin makes them highly resistant to magic, extremely fast, and possess incredible strength. The most important two points are that they can sometimes cast ice and snow magic, and they are

social."

Moriarty lived in hiding in Tibet for ten years and mastered a lot of knowledge about the Yeti.

Even if Lockhart doesn't come, Moriarty will seek revenge from the snowman sooner or later.

After listening to Moriarty's introduction, Lockhart felt that the coffee was not so fragrant. He held his chin and said: "Mr. Moriarty, you have to understand that no one can start an adventure at any time, uh, I mean

——Snowman, is he easy to get along with?"

Lockhart is very aware of his own strength, and he does not dare to fight against the snowman.

Maybe after angering the snowman, you can try to cast a forgetting spell on him to forget yourself?

Lockhart smiled mockingly to himself, thinking about how to end the trip decently.

The purpose of his coming to Dongzang is very simple, just to find the snowman of Dongzang. If he can find it, it is best to have something happen with the snowman. This will undoubtedly add a lot of color to his adventure experience. If he can't find it, he will just treat it as a snowman.

It's been a journey.

Just seeing Moriarty looking at him strangely, Lockhart blushed a little.

He had boasted of himself before, but now he has backed down.

Just listen to Moriarty whisper: "Get along? Snowmen never communicate with humans, but they have a weakness, and that is music!"

This is undoubtedly Moriarty's nonsense again. He has to find a way to stabilize Lockhart.

Lockhart took the bait. He sensed a turning point, his eyes widened, and he asked: "You mean, the music will affect or bother the snowman?"

"Oh, Mr. Lockhart, you are so smart!" Moriarty praised: "The beautiful music can make the snowman fall into a deep sleep. You must know that music is rare on the plateau, so this weakness is only for those who live here.

Only wizards know."

Lockhart became excited: "Great! Thank you Merlin! I just happened to bring a violin with me this time!"

Moriarty saw Lockhart take out the brown violin from the box, and his whole figure seemed to be on fire.

He was equally excited: "I am amazed by your foresight, Mr. Lockhart! If possible, we'd better set off now! There will be little snowmen appearing in the evening, which is undoubtedly the best hunting target!"

"Let's go." Lockhart drank the coffee in one gulp. "I've already thought of the title of the book. It's called Playing the Violin with the Snowman of Tozo!"

The two walked out of the door, Moriarty leading the way based on his memory.