The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Gilderoy Lockhart stood outside the wooden door carrying a suitcase.

He wears his trademark charming smile that is always on display for the media anytime, anywhere.

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

A mighty wizard!

Lockhart thought of the magical beam of light he saw, which was not the magical power possessed by ordinary wizards.

So Lockhart put on a friendly attitude.

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

Of course, it would be better if it was a hostess, it was getting late and Lockhart didn't mind what happened with a charming witch.

The howling wind interrupted Lockhart's fantasies, and despite the warmth of his wizard robes, it still made him feel a little embarrassed.

The door didn't open.

Lockhart was turned away!

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

Another long time passed, and there was no movement in the room.

Until the smile on Lockhart's face could not be maintained, the door opened with a "creak".

Lockhart hastily forced a smile, which quickly turned into astonishment: "Are you? A child?"

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

Moriarty was draped in a thick woolen blanket and carried a staff in his hand.

As soon as his eyes touched the staff, Lockhart couldn't look away anymore. This was definitely the most special and noble staff he had ever seen!

Moriarty witnessed the complete change in Lockhart's expression, which had to be said to be hilarious.

Look at Lockhart's golden and red wizard robe, which sets off Lockhart like a big rooster, vividly.

Moriarty said enthusiastically: "Everything is as you have seen, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart! You are welcome to visit my home."

"Your home? You?"

Lockhart was surprised, so he was the one who released the previous magic?

But Lockhart didn't ask easily, but made indirect remarks: "You mean, you live here alone?"

Of course not, but how could Moriarty admit it.

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

"Didn't you realize that I'm an Englishman like you!"

"I've been living in this log cabin, I call it the 'Snow House'!"

Of course it was a name Moriarty had chosen to further confuse Lockhart.

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

"Ah, ah! Yes, thank you."

It wasn't until Lockhart realized that Moriarty had gray hair and spoke fluent English.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he smiled and walked into the room.

Watching Lockhart enter the room, Moriarty's eyes were full of wonder.

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

Oh, Merlin's beard.

Praise Slytherin!

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

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

In order to find out the details of Moriarty, Lockhart pretended to be familiar.

"It's the first time I came to Eastern Tibet. It's really cold. Have you lived here all this time?"

"Yes, except for the cold weather, everything is fine here, such as being able to avoid disasters."

Moriarty made a point and purposely pushed Lockhart away.

Sure enough, when mentioning disaster, Lockhart thought of Voldemort, and his body trembled 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 novels I once wrote."

Lockhart pulled a stack of newspapers from the trunk.

"Look what the Daily Prophet says of me! It's my story. Oh, my boy, you know the Daily Prophet, don't you?"

Moriarty waved his staff, and a copy of the 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, even though he knew Lockhart well, he still pretended to be confused.

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

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

I came to Dongzang for the snowman here! You know, every year I travel around the world to have close encounters with dangerous magical animals, which I call a great adventure..."

Lockhart put on his trademark smile again, and talked to Moriarty as if he were a fan.

Moriarty put on a look of great interest, and echoed it from time to time, but he knew in his heart that it was because of the Eastern Tibetan Snowman Lockhart that he appeared.

The heroic deeds that Lockhart writes are all other people's stories.

It's just that Lockhart used the Oblivion Curse on those people, and the experience of others became his unique adventure.

From the book "A Year with the Snowman in Eastern Tibet", it can be inferred that Lockhart may have been to Eastern Tibet, or had contact with the wizards in Eastern 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 sketched out a complete plan in his mind, and he began to follow the temptation: "Mr. Lockhart, after hearing your story, I am amazed by your adventurous spirit and great strength.

You just mentioned the Eastern Tibetan Snowman? It just so happens that I know this amazing animal very well!

I thought I could help you a bit, I mean, can I go on an adventure with you? "

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

Lockhart had obviously seen too many little wizards like this, he habitually treated Moriarty as a real child, and let go of his previous guard.

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

"Just call me Moriarty. Can Mr. Lockhart listen to me now? After all, the Eastern Tibetan Snowman is not easy to deal with. We need to make a detailed plan."

"Okay watchful boy," Lockhart said, pulling out a set of coffee mugs from the suitcase, "whenever I collect material, I make myself some coffee to pick me up."

"Writer's habit, isn't it? Haha," Lockhart said to Moriarty, with a little joke of his own, "New from Diagon Alley Cafe! Would you like some?"

Moriarty glanced at the suitcase, it had obviously been cast with the No Trace Stretch Charm, God knows what had been added to the cup of coffee that was given to him, and Moriarty didn't like Lockhart's taste either.

After shaking his head and declining, Moriarty waved his staff and drew a light and shadow model of a snowman in Eastern Tibet according to his memory.

This move made Lockhart say with a little envy: "Terrible talent, child."

Then he looked at the two-three-meter-high snowman model, frowned and said, "It looks like a miniature giant monster."

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

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

Even if Lockhart didn't come, Moriarty would seek revenge on the Yeti sooner or later.

After listening to Moriarty's introduction, Lockhart felt that the coffee was not so fragrant, he held his chin and said, "Little 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 was very aware of his own strength, he didn't dare to fight against the Snowman.

Maybe after pissing off the Snowman, try giving him an Oblivion Charm to forget about himself?

Lockhart smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking about how to end the trip with dignity.

His purpose of coming to Dongzang is very simple, it is to find the snowman in Dongzang. If he can find it, it is best to have something to do with the snowman. This will undoubtedly add a lot to his adventure experience. A trip away.

Just seeing Moriarty staring at him with strange eyes, Lockhart blushed a little.

He boasted himself to the sky before, but now he is retreating.

I only heard Moriarty whispering: "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, sensed the turning point, and asked, wide-eyed, "You mean the music affected or bothered the Snowman?"

"Oh, Mr. Lockhart, you are so clever!" Moriarty exclaimed: "The beautiful music will make the snowman fall asleep. 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! Thanks Merlin! I just came out this time with a violin!"

Moriarty saw Lockhart take the brown violin out of the case, and his whole figure seemed to be set on fire.

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

"Let's go," Lockhart gulped down the coffee, "I've already thought of the title of the book, it's called Playing the Violin with the Snowman of Eastern Tibet!"

The two walked out the door, with Moriarty leading the way according to memory.

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