This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Lockhart is panicking now.

The one targeting him is none other than Vincent, the nemesis of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who has just won the title of "Snake Hunter".

Is it not possible to pack up and run away if things get out of hand?

Hello, I am fine, everyone is fine. From now on, we will draw a clear line with Hogwarts and 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 tightly and tried to keep quiet without making any sound.

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

It was just stealing a Philosopher's Stone, but his arm and palm were gone, and the body that was sewn was also useless.

The key is that his brain was injured, and he became a smart man with dull eyes, drooling, and only able to babble.

He, Gilderoy Lockhart, is an internationally renowned person and writer, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, third-class medal, an honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League, and has won the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times.

If he becomes as smart as Quirrell, wouldn't he disappoint the expectations of thousands of fans?

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

The heartbeat quickened, and the blood flowed up.

Lockhart had never experienced this kind of palpitation before.

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

At this moment, he thought of more past events.

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

The second time they met was at the book signing event at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley.

Then it was before the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

From the initial indifference to the indifference, and then to the undisguised disgust, he actually knew everything clearly.

"Creaky--" The door of the trophy display room was opened from the outside.

"Professor Lockhart, are you there?"

It was so scary.

Vincent seemed to know where he was, and walked into this place after arriving on the fourth floor.

He was indeed the nemesis of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he could actually locate him accurately.

Lockhart leaned against a big trophy, raised his eyes and looked up with difficulty.

A particularly weak light illuminated a handsome little face.

Those big blue eyes seemed to hide endless murderous intent under the calmness.

Is it coming?

Will he lose his hands and feet or his head this time?

Will he be disfigured, or will he become a smart guy?

"Ah——" He suffered a violent impact on the back of his head, and slid to the ground with his neck tilted.

Vincent, holding his wand, was a little confused.

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

The footsteps were loud, just right to kill time.

After walking in slowly, Lockhart took the initiative to bang his head against the trophy.

Self-harm?

I didn't expect him to have such a special hobby, and I didn't expect him to faint all of a sudden.

Merlin testified! Vincent really didn't touch him at all!

Maybe Tom sucked too much of his vitality, and he was knocked unconscious by Sprout just now.

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

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

If nothing unexpected happens, the diary that records the dark history should still be there.

After turning out those flashy clothes, I saw this little black book.

Who in this day and age would write their true feelings in a diary?

Can what is written in a diary be called true feelings?

Vincent quickly shook his little head and flipped the diary casually.

There was not a drop of ink, and I was afraid that there were really some true feelings written on it.

He closed the diary and looked at Lockhart with a rather depressed look.

It was disgusting, but it was better than letting someone run away.

He dragged his arm and took two steps, and found a particularly familiar name in the glass cabinet in front of him.

Hogwarts Special Contribution Award - Tom Marvolo Riddle

This full name was even more familiar.

Vincent threw away Lockhart's arm and wrote the name in the air with his wand.

tom

marvolo

riddle

The tip of the wand tapped a few of the letters, removed three and rearranged them, and got "lord

voldemort", which is Voldemort's name.

Reverse the remaining "m", "a", and "i", and it turned out to be a simple self-introduction:

i

am

lord

voldemort

I am Voldemort! ?

He pulled the corner of his mouth, and it was hard to believe that this would be true.

The dark lord who cast a shadow over the British Isles actually changed his name in a full sense of second-year secondary school.

Look at his teacher Grindelwald. Unless he encounters special circumstances, he will not change his name and appearance when walking in the magic world of various countries.

Wait - Riddle?

This surname is neither from the 28 pure-blood families, nor does it seem to belong to a wizard family with a history.

But the only family in the magic world that can speak Parseltongue is the Gaunt family, the Gaunt family that is crazy enough to marry close relatives.

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

Let's do something dramatic, Muggle?

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

Perhaps the news was too shocking. It was not until he dragged the man to the ruined armor corridor that he realized he should pull the arm.

The cloak was worn out and there was a bald spot on the back of his head.

Merlin testified! He didn't mean it!

In order to prevent Lockhart from biting back after waking up, he had to cast a floating spell on the flashy clothes.

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

They went up one after the other and came down one after the other.

"What did you do to him?"

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

"How could he do that?" Cedric subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Uh - even if there was, I didn't mean it."

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

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

"I'm serious too."

The title of the nemesis of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is probably going to be completely pinned on him.

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

"They're going down to kill time."

The second victim tonight is Lockhart. Who will be honored to be the third?

As soon as Vincent went downstairs, he saw Marcus passing by him quickly.

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

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

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

Sprout reached forward.

Great, he's still alive.

"What happened to him?"

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

"Is that so--" Sprout patted his heart.

The kind-hearted girl was afraid that she had knocked Lockhart bald because she had used too much force.

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

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