All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 147 Flourishes Apocalypse

Lihen Bookstore is very lively.

The site of the new book signing event was crowded with guests, and guests stood in every corner.The books here are more crowded than the crowd. The books on the shelves are piled up to the ceiling, like walls, dividing this not-so-large shop into a small maze.

People who visit bookstores will never be empty-handed, even if they are pretending, they still have to look through the books at hand.Linde was holding a very inconspicuous black notebook. He always liked to use this kind of notebook to take notes. It was thick, reliable, simple and steady.

He has a whole bookshelf full of notebooks of the same style, all made with Transfiguration.

The difference is that the previous transformation material was his self-repairing pajamas, but the raw material of the one he is holding now is a demon god, Hermaeus Mora.

The crowded people exhaled hot breath, baking the smell of ink out of the pages. The books also breathed slowly, and paper crumbs filled the air.

The Book of Mora was very active, and a thin suspicious black mist emitted from the gaps between the pages, mixed into the smoke of the flashing lights, and slowly spread to the entire bookstore.

The twin brothers stared at the book in Linde's hand, "Hey, De Lin, did your book just come out of the oven? Why does it look so burnt?"

They stared at the notebook, and the cover of the notebook suddenly opened an eye and stared back at them.

The two brothers looked at each other, and then said in unison: "We didn't see anything!"

"Don't worry. You won't remember." Linde relieved.

"I'm even more worried now!"

Mr. Weasley, who was chatting, suddenly raised his head and sniffed the air, "Maybe it's my imagination, but does anyone else smell the fishy smell of the sea?"

As he said this, the people around him gradually realized that the originally hot and dull air had become damp and cold, and it also emitted a strange smell of rotting fish, just like on the coast. More and more people are smelling this smell, and the voices of doubt are getting louder and louder.

A thin layer of stagnant water appeared on the floor, and the water was cloudy, almost pitch black.The pages were soaked in water, blurred and old.

The cheerful crowd began to panic.

At some point, the street scene outside the window changed, and the pleasant buildings in Diagon Alley disappeared, replaced by a deep darkness.

It was pitch black outside, but the light still filtered through the windows, and the light and darkness inside remained unchanged.It was as if there was a curtain separating the scenery.

The wizard near the door tried to open the door with a spell, but to no avail. Using brute force, the door could not be shaken at all. One wizard's leather boots were unglued after kicking, but the door frame did not move at all.

Everyone is trapped here.

The changes in Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore are getting faster and faster. The walls have fallen off due to moisture, revealing the bright red bricks like scars. The ceiling is shrouded in darkness, as far away as the starry sky, with a subtle green light flickering faintly, like the nerves of a giant beast in the sky. Yuan. The bookshelves began to rot, and all the books were bleeding with ink, staining the pages black.

The layout of the bookstore has become weird. It used to be like a maze, but now it has really become a maze.

The original corridor disappeared, and a new corridor appeared where the wall was. Books stacked in an arch on top of two rows of bookshelves form an entrance, silently inviting people to explore.

Some guests lost their sense of direction in the bookshelf maze, and then screamed piercingly as if they had encountered something terrible.A few brave souls entered the maze to try to rescue them, but then they also screamed.

No one was able to get out of the maze, and the people gathered in the open space quickly moved away from the arch.

The people lying by the window stared eagerly at the darkness outside the house, with panicked expressions. Suddenly a face emerged from the darkness and pressed against the glass, which startled them.

The face outside the window is that of a young passerby. She shows a smart smile and seems to be observing the scene in the bookstore.

Everyone rushed to the window, slapped the glass, and shouted: "Hey! People outside, can you hear me? Help us!"

The scene in the window did not reflect in the traveler's eyes, and she left quickly.

People outside the house couldn't detect anything unusual about Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. This place is abandoned by the world.

Despair spreads faster than lightning after hope is dashed.The children began to sob and the adults looked sad.

At this moment, Gilderoy Lockhart stepped on the table, like a hero, "Don't worry everyone, I'm here!"

The ladies bit their handkerchiefs excitedly, with tears in their eyes, "Oh, Merlin, this is a real warrior, Mr. Lockhart, my Superman."

Faced with such a weird incident, Lockhart's face was full of excitement. He probably lied a thousand times, even to himself. He really thought he was an adventurer.At this time, I was still making a speech shamelessly: "Everyone, don't worry, I am here. As you all know, I am a seasoned explorer. You can see from my autobiography how I deal with these terrible things. situation, and saved the day.”

"Mr. Lockhart, please guide us!" "Yes, yes, it's great to have you here." Mrs. Weasley begged along with many witches of the same age.

"Perhaps you don't believe it," Lockhart said, proudly akimbo, "but at this moment, I have already thought of more than ten feasible ways to deal with the current situation."

Harry and the others looked suspicious and muttered beside Lind.

"Is this person really that powerful?" Ron's eyes were critical.

"It seems pretty stupid, but since he has published so many books, he might actually be capable." This was Hermione's judgment. "Harry, what do you think?"

"The unlucky ones are always those who think they are right." The boy said concisely.

Lockhart's speech was inspiring. Many wizards followed his instructions and began to try the so-called "more than ten feasible methods." They first used fluorescent spells together to try to dispel the darkness on the ceiling, but it had no effect. Fireflies could not Light up the night sky. Later, the crowd listened to Lockhart and chanted the incantation he had learned in a Yeti temple in Central Asia, but to no avail.

Bad ideas fail one after another, and at the end he starts telling everyone to build a shelter in a bookstore, declaring: "In this case, we have to think about how to spend the night. Danger will strike at any time, but believe me, as long as we If we work together and build qualified fortifications, we will be able to overcome the difficulties."

"Come on, we can never spend the night here!" Everyone finally couldn't stand this man, he was full of nonsense.

Doubts erupted.

Some people began to wonder if Lockhart was an exaggeration, and if his autobiographies were all lies.

Lockhart's face became extremely pale in an instant. He looked around, suddenly seemed to think of something, and said righteously: "Well, there is only one way now. I think the exit must be in those bookshelves. Now I, Merlin Gilderoy Lockhart, owner of the Order of the Third Class, honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Alliance, and fearless, will enter the maze himself to find out the way out for everyone."

People quieted down.

Lockhart showed a charming smile, "But no matter how brave a knight is, he still needs followers. A great explorer is always inseparable from assistants. I need brave people to enter the labyrinth with me."

There was silence in the bookstore.

He looked at the group of wizards near the door, headed by Lucius Malfoy. Pure-blood families had their own small circles. From the beginning, these wizards were indifferent to Lockhart's performance.

"Excuse me……"

Lucius immediately shook his head and refused with a cold expression.

Lockhart rolled his eyes and stared at Lynd on the other side, who was near the bookshelf. "So, the owner of the second-level medal of Sir Merlin, are you willing to follow me into dangerous places and find bright hope for everyone?"

Before Linde could speak, Lockhart announced roughly, "How brave! I knew you were willing to sacrifice yourself to save everyone."

He jumped off the table and held Linde's arm. The photographer from the Daily Prophet actually raised his camera again and took a bunch of photos of them. This kind of professionalism was really touching.

Lockhart leaned into Lind's ear and said, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." The smell of fermented food in his mouth mixed with the fishy smell of the sea, turning into a disgusting stench.

Mrs. Weasley said anxiously: "Hey, he's just a student! You can't do this, Mr. Gilderoy!"

The cheering crowd blocked the Weasleys' steps and drowned out their voices. They could only watch helplessly as the two walked into the arch and were swallowed by the darkness behind the door.

Mrs. Weasley's expression changed, she took out the rope and tied her hair up.

"Molly, what are you going to do?" Mr. Weasley panicked.

"Go save that child!" Molly Weasley took a deep breath, "Listen, dear Arthur, if I can't come back, take care of the children... No, you stay, okay?" She The fat and kind face was full of gentle farewell, "I love you."

After saying this, she squeezed out of the crowd without looking back, and trotted into the maze.

Code word passed out last night.