The card draw starts in Azkaban

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"no."

Dowey Jones cruelly spat out a word of rejection.

He looked down at Lockhart, who was clutching his robe, and said clearly: "A person has only one destiny. You can't want this and that at the same time.

Lockhart, your destiny is not with me, nor is it in this suitcase.

From the very beginning, when you graduate, you should understand that there are only two possibilities for the future you want.

fraud.

and legend.

I'm very happy that you chose the legendary Liar, but it's a pity that you shouldn't be able to confidently come back to Hogwarts as a normal Ravenclaw graduate.

My sir."

He pressed his wand against Lockhart's head, ignoring his body that was twitching from crying, and continued to say coldly: "You mistakenly overestimate your growth over the years.

An outstanding Ravenclaw graduate, he is definitely qualified to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But you can't.

You have long forgotten how to cast a spell.

Does Dumbledore know your problem?

I think he knows.

But he doesn't care.

Because you yourself are a living example. If you can survive one year of teaching at Hogwarts, then you are an excellent professor.

But if you can't be a good professor, my Lockhart.

You are a notorious example, an example used to teach all young wizards not to be liars. It is conceivable that even in the future, your name will appear in books.

Everyone will remember you.

Gilderoy Lockhart, Mr. Lockhart (Duwei said in a sing-song tune), maybe I can delete all your recent memories and make you act like a fool.

St. Mungo's Hospital, this is also a solution.

But everyone will remember your name, and maybe many years later, your name will become synonymous with liars, especially when Harry Potter defeats Voldemort.

That's a legend too, isn't it?

Are you willing? Such a result?"

Du Wei's legs were trembling, not because he was trembling, but because the person holding his thigh was trembling.

It looked like Lockhart was about to lose control.

Lockhart's mission accomplished.

Du Wei looked at him with some pity, knowing the truth was one thing.

Accepting it is another matter.

Lockhart has been running away.

Duwei let out a sigh of disappointment. He stuffed his notebook into his arms and said, "Simulate the future for him. Duwei, I really can't say anything else. Mr. Lockhart is a little too much."

indecisive."

Thick black fog appeared densely from the notebook and enveloped Mr. Lockhart.

Duwei stood up, Lockhart was screaming, and he didn't know what he was screaming about. The thick fog poured in from his eyes, nostrils, and throat, and Lockhart fell to the ground in pain.

The goblin master and dark wizard on the side were too nervous to speak.

Mr. Lockhart probably wanted to scream even louder, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it very well.

Above the thick black mist, a person appeared.

Another Dowey Jones.

He was wearing the same rotten robe as the Dementor, and even his face seemed to be wrinkled and peeling.

No magic wand.

He just stared at Lockhart, and then let out a shrill, terrifying laugh.

"Poor little guy, isn't he? You poor little guy who doesn't know what to choose, thinks that the place where a person who abused you and imprisoned you is a safe house, right?

Do you really think of Dewey Jones as your savior?

He is just using you, little cutie, he doesn't care about the life or death of others.

He is just a greedy, disgusting, maggot crawling out of hell.

Don't place your hopes on him.

My little pity, he is not a kind person, on the contrary, little pity, he imprisoned you, insulted you, tortured you, he is your enemy, you should kill him, killing him is a matter of course.

, you should fight bravely, even if you die."

The dementor-like Duwei floated behind Mr. Lockhart, leaned against his ear, put his chin on Mr. Lockhart's shoulder, and smiled maliciously.

"Remember the day he captured you? Mr. Lockhart, the day you were captured, what was your fault?

You did nothing wrong, he just happened to catch you.

Disgusting.”

He was like a spirit behind Lockhart, clinging to him and bewitching him.

Lockhart felt as if his entire back was enveloped in a deep ocean, bone-chillingly cold.

His teeth chattered and he made a "squeaking" sound.

Du Wei, who was wearing a deerstalker hat, glanced at himself and turned around.

"It's your turn, Peter Pettigrew."

He grabbed Peter Pettigrew next to him. Peter Pettigrew was too frightened to speak. He tried hard to spit out some words from his mouth, but unfortunately, Duwei didn't want to hear anything.

"I won't let you go without a chance, Peter Pettigrew.

Maybe you won't believe that for you, only Azkaban is your forever home. At least you are safe there.

Peter.

Because sometimes, yes, I can be vicious, my Peter, and I wonder, why me?

Why did I stay in Azkaban for so long?

Why can you enjoy freedom outside?

Is it you or the other gentlemen?

So my first target of revenge is Mr. Malfoy. There are many reasons for choosing Mr. Malfoy. He is famous enough, his whereabouts are not difficult to find, he is a pure blood, and he is very close to Voldemort.

There are many opportunities to take action against him.

But what’s the real reason? Maybe the real reason is that I don’t look down on other people’s kindness?

Maybe I am just a vicious and petty person, and I just don’t like Mr. Malfoy, so I can wander around freely?"

After Du Wei finished speaking, he pointed the wand at his brain.

"So, Merry Christmas, sir!"

The tip of the wand spit out extremely powerful magic, and Du Wei unscrupulously changed the memories in his mind. The memories carefully compiled by Du Wei were poured into Peter Pettigrew's mind, and some tools on the ground began to float.

Several officials from the Ministry of Magic who came to visit were all happy.

Magic is power.

Obviously, the current Dowey Jones is a representative of power. He is strong enough and has the same basic foundation as Voldemort.

Suitable for your own fans and powerful enough magical power.

Dowey Jones, who was wearing rotten robes, continued to smile strangely and said: "Isn't it interesting, Mr. Lockhart, a disgusting, hypocritical guy trying to reduce his guilt by telling his sins? It's really hypocritical and disgusting. Yes

no?

Besides."

Dewey Jones said: "What is the difference between completely changing a person's memory and killing a person?

What’s the essential difference between using Avada Kedavra to kill someone and using Oblivion to change someone else’s memory?”