This Hogwarts is not normal

Lockhart was panicking now.

The person targeting him was none other than the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis, Vincent, who had just won the title of "Snake Killer".

Could it be that if things get too big, you can just pack up your things and run away?

Hello, hello, everyone. From now on, we will draw a clear line between ourselves and Hogwarts. Can’t we just be the most familiar strangers to each other?

"Professor Lockhart, where are you-"

Lockhart, who was hiding in the trophy display room on the fourth floor, covered his mouth hard and tried to keep himself quiet so as not to make any noise.

He suddenly remembered the tragic end of his predecessor, Quirinus Quirrell.

Isn't it just a matter of stealing a magic stone? The arms are gone, the palms are gone, and the body that was sewn together is useless.

The key is that if you damage your brain, you will become a person with dull eyes, drooling, and a very smart person who only knows Aba Aba.

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He, Gilderoy Lockhart, is an internationally renowned figure and author, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, an honorary member of the Defense League against Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award.

If this turns out to be as clever as Quirrell, wouldn't it live up to the expectations of thousands of fans?

"Professor Lockhart, I know you are here -" This is a demonic whisper from hell.

The heartbeat speeds up and the blood flows upward.

Lockhart had never experienced this palpitating feeling before.

"Da-da--" The footsteps outside are getting closer and closer.

He thought of more past events at this moment.

The first time I met Vincent was at the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin.

The second time we met was at a book signing at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley.

Then just before the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

From the initial indifference to indifference, to the undisguised disgust later on, he actually knew everything clearly.

"Creak-" The door to the trophy showroom was opened from the outside.

"Professor Lockhart, are you there?"

terrible.

As if Vincent knew where he was, he walked into this place after arriving on the fourth floor.

He is worthy of being the nemesis of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he is actually able to accurately locate it.

Lockhart leaned behind a large trophy and raised his eyes to glance upwards with difficulty.

A particularly weak light illuminated a handsome little face.

Those big blue eyes seemed to contain endless murderous intent beneath their calmness.

Is it coming?

Will my hands and feet be cut off this time, or my head?

Will he be disfigured, will he become smart?

"Ah——" The back of his head suffered a violent impact, and he slid to the ground with his neck crooked.

Vincent, holding the wand, was a little confused.

Lockhart was so sneaky that he even retreated into the stairwell with a suitcase. Even a fool would know that he was about to pack up and run away.

The footsteps were loud, which was just the right time to pass the time.

After walking in slowly, Lockhart took the initiative to bump the back of his head against the trophy.

Self harm?

I didn't expect that he had such a special hobby, and I didn't expect that he would faint immediately.

Merlin testified! Vincent really never touched him!

Maybe his life force was sucked a little too much by Tom, and he was knocked unconscious by Sprout just now.

After comforting his fragile little heart, Vincent half-crouched next to Lockhart's big face.

After tapping a few times to confirm that he had fainted, he looked at the suitcase that had fallen to the ground.

If nothing else, the diary recording the dark history should still be there.

When I dug out those naughty girls' clothes, I saw this small black notebook.

Who of the serious people these days would write down their inner thoughts in a diary?

Can what is written in the diary be called the inner thoughts?

Vincent quickly shook his little head and flipped through the diary at random.

There's not even a drop of ink on it, so I'm afraid there's something really heartfelt written on it.

He closed the diary and looked at Lockhart dejectedly.

As disgusting as it is, it's better than letting people run away.

After dragging his arm for two steps, he found a particularly familiar name in the glass cabinet in front of him.

Hogwarts Special Contribution Award - Tom Marvolo Riddle

This full name is more familiar.

Vincent dropped Lockhart's arm and used his wand to write the name in the air.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

The tip of the wand tapped some of the letters, removed three and rearranged them, and got "Lord Voldemort", which is Voldemort's name.

Turning over the remaining "m", "a" and "i", it turns out to be a simple self-introduction:

I am Lord Voldemort

I am Voldemort!?

He twitched his lips, finding it hard to believe that this could be true.

The Dark Lord, whose shadow casts a shadow over the British Isles, actually changed his name for the second time.

Look at his teacher Grindelwald. Unless he met special circumstances, he would never change his name or appearance when walking in the magical world of various countries.

Wait—Riddle?

This surname does not belong to the twenty-eight pure-blood families, nor does it appear to belong to a wizarding family with a history.

But the only people in the magic world who can speak Parseltongue are the Gaunt family, the Gaunt family who are so crazy that they marry incest.

The Potter family is fine, but where did this unknown Riddle come from?

A little drama, Muggle?

Vincent removed all the letters from the air in front of him, grabbed Lockhart's calf and walked out of the trophy room.

Perhaps the news was so shocking that he didn't realize he should pull his arm until he was dragged to the ruins-like armor corridor.

His cloak was worn through, and there was a bald patch on the back of his head.

Merlin testifies! He didn't mean it!

In order to prevent Lockhart from biting him when he woke up, he had no choice but to cast a levitating charm on the slut's clothes.

When they reached the second floor, Cedric, who was on alert nearby, immediately took a breath of cold air.

When going up, they are in tandem, and when they are coming down, they are also in tandem.

"What did you do to him?"

Vincent blinked innocently, "You may not believe it, but I actually didn't do anything."

"Then he can do this?" Cedric subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Well - even if there is, I didn't do it on purpose."

"I believe you." Cedric forced out a smile, "Although he is the victim, he is related to that person after all."

"I'm serious." Vincent felt a little aggrieved.

"I'm serious too."

The reputation of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's nemesis may be completely pinned on him.

"Don't worry about him yet. Where are Fred and George?"

"Go down and kill some time."

Tonight's second victim is Lockhart, who has the honor of being the third?

As soon as Vincent got down to the first floor, he saw Marcus passing by quickly.

This was probably the third victim, after all, Percy was also chasing after him.

"Merlin bless you, may the only victim tonight be Tom -"

After making his wish, he walked into the auditorium and calmly placed Lockhart on the long table opposite Trelawney.

Sprout reached forward to explore.

Great, people are still alive.

"What's up with him?"

"I saw him accidentally hit the back of his head, and I kindly took him back."

"Is that so?" Sprout patted his little heart.

She was kind-hearted and feared that she had knocked Lockhart bald because she used too much force.

Since he did it accidentally, it has nothing to do with her.

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