All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 185 Purgatory on Earth

The nameless man wakes up. He was lying in the school hospital. Like a skeleton.

Today is March 31st. Tomorrow is the duel between good and evil that attracts the world's attention. But it has nothing to do with him.

Dumbledore came to visit him, and no one else recognized this skinny, wizened guy. Voldemort took his name and everything from him. Now the nameless man is a ghost with no past, no future, and no present to speak of.

There was a strange smell of potions in the hospital room of Hogwarts. The windows were clear and the light was bright, making him feel like a piece of wood that had rotted in the sun.

The nameless man raised his palm, so weak, so tired of being so weak, he felt sick to his stomach, or maybe his spleen.The lips are cracked, and the tongue coating scrapes against the teeth, and a thin piece of skin can be easily torn off.Nails crack like dried plaster.

The activity of life has been withdrawn.And, according to Dumbledore, this process is irreversible.

He saw himself reflected in the silver water glass on the bedside, with sunken eye sockets and an embarrassing blue color on his cheeks.

Like a dead body.

The unknown man knew he was going to die.

It is also death, he could have sacrificed as a hero, but now, there is no chance.

A poor pawn, he has nothing, no family, no friends, no savings, no honor, no trace left in the world. Even the name has been taken away. In a few days, he will be blown away by the wind like a pile of ashes.

Why did he sink to this point?Why can a person be as miserable as an insect?

If there are gods in the world, he wants to ask himself what kind of crime he has committed to be punished by fate like this?

Huge pain shot through him like lightning, his whole body felt like it was burning, and a whirlpool of sadness engulfed his heart.

He lay down on the hospital bed in the school hospital without any movement, only the quicksand in the hourglass accompanied him, reminding him of the passing of time and life.

As the pain and regret slowly subsided, the Nameless Man unconsciously began to recall Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography.

He stared at the pale ceiling of the hospital, imagining that he had turned into a child, lying in the warm arms of his mother. She would breathe into his ears, gently press the top of his head with her pointed mandibles, and then take out her wand and point it at the dark night. Like the ceiling of the sky.

A galaxy will fly out of the magic wand, the light is so clear and beautiful, it runs through his childhood and shines forever in his later life.

There was once someone who loved him so much.

He misses his mother.

Even if she has already forgotten her appearance.

But he wanted to see his mother one last time before he died, just take a look from a distance. He couldn't let his mother see him like this, she would be sad.

Madam Pomfrey saw the unknown Lockhart stepping off the hospital bed and quickly stepped forward to stop him, "You need to rest, young man."

"No," he said, "I'm not going to spend the last days of my life here, I mean, it's fine here, and you're a respectable and reliable physician, but please forgive me, a man whose days are numbered , would rather die on the way home."

Shocked by this reason, Madam Pomfrey slowly stepped out of the way.

The unknown person walked out of the school hospital and was dazzled by the always beautiful natural scenery of Hogwarts. Students riding broomsticks shuttled between the towers and the castle, and their clear and bright laughter was like a flock of birds passing under the white clouds. The carefree appearance of these children is like an unattainable dream.

The spring is cold and cold. His thin body began to tremble.

Someone approaches and greets the unknown person.

"Lockhart, why don't you rest in the hospital?" The person who spoke was Lind, who came to visit the patient. There are only three people in this world who still recognize Gilderoy Lockhart as an unknown person, Dumbledore, Moon Shadow Ma'am, and Lynd.

"De Lin." The nameless man was shocked when he saw him, and tears of sadness came out of his eyes suddenly. The tears made him feel that life was disappearing, as if he would die after the tears in his body were empty, but he still squandered the tears .

"I hurt so much," he said.

The expression on Linde's face was strange, like indifference, yet also filled with pity and touch.

Anyone who sees this humble and miserable ghost-like person cannot help but lament the cruelty of fate towards him. And his descent to this point step by step is also closely related to the path he chose.

"Okay, okay." Linde conjured up a silver fur coat, as light as silk, but as warm as a stove, "Come on, put this on, you will be better."

The unknown man stopped shivering after putting on his coat.

"De Lin, you still remember me. I'm so happy. You are the only one in Hogwarts who never laughed at me or took advantage of me. If there is a chance, I really want to talk to you more and share all my thoughts with you. Sharing it with you. But as you can see, I’m dying.”

"...What are your plans now?"

"I want to go home." A little blood slowly appeared on the face of the unknown man. "De Lin, I have a merciless request."

"I can take you home." Linde nodded.

"No, that's not it." The unknown man smiled shyly, "I want to be your friend, is that okay?"

Linde put his hands in his pockets, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm afraid not."

The light in Lockhart's eyes went out, and he nodded, "I'm taking the liberty, I'm sorry."

"Let's go."

They took the flying magic carpet to the old house of the Lockhart family.

Below the sky, the white magic carpet also looks like a cloud of smoke. Lockhart lay on the edge of the blanket overlooking the nature, villages and towns on the earth. He said that the world is so small, and humans are also so small. He didn't speak again during the whole journey.

Lockhart's family had already announced that they were severing ties with him last year, and then moved. Now the Lockhart family's old house has become a tourist attraction.

There were strangers here, as well as vendors, peddling souvenirs, fake wands, candy candies, and imitation furniture, like pieces of Lockhart's past life.

"Why did the people here move out?" Lockhart asked an old lady in the neighbourhood.

"They couldn't stand their youngest son, Gilderoy Lockhart, who, you know, had a reputation for dishonoring the family and disrupting their lives, so they moved. No one knows where they went. The old lady looked at Lockhart, "You are too thin, dear, you should eat more."

Lockhart looked bitter, "What do I have left?"

Lynde bought some souvenirs and handed Lockhart a ball of marshmallows. They squatted on the roadside and finished the marshmallows while watching the passing traffic. It was getting dark, Lockhart was very tired, and they rested at the local inn. At night, Lockhart lay in bed and cried for a long time after falling asleep.

April 1st has arrived.

It was daybreak. Linde and Lockhart were having breakfast in the hotel lobby. The duel scene at Hogwarts was played on the TV. The two sides of the duel had not yet arrived, but there were already tens of thousands of onlookers at the scene. , the tents on the hillside look like mushrooms. Hogwarts students all rode on broomsticks to help maintain order at the scene.

"De Lin, there are many people in Hogwarts today. Are they all wizards?"

"These onlookers come from all over the world. Most of them are Muggles. But the remaining wizards are quite considerable. About % to % of the wizards in Europe are there." Linde took a sip of instant coffee and chewed two bites of fried bacon. Egg.

"That's a lot." Lockhart hugged his coat tightly and ate the bread soaked in milk, very slowly to avoid vomiting.

After breakfast, Grindelwald appeared on the TV screen. The Dark Lord was still very thin, but his condition was much better, with flesh on his cheeks and a healthier complexion. He was surrounded by wizards from the German Ministry of Magic, guarded like a flock of black crows.

On the other side, Gildero walked out from the main entrance of the castle. As soon as he appeared, there was a tsunami on the scene.

Lockhart looked at another beautiful self on TV, and said with a sour expression: "I should have been there."

"Do you regret not being a hero? Not being in the limelight?"

"No, just, I just..." Lockhart shook his head sadly, "I don't want to die worthless. Not even a trace left in the world."

Linde stared at the TV screen, and a few Muggles were complaining, they just wished that all wizards in the world were dead.

"Damn, freaks. A country of freaks. It would be great if there were bombers dropping bombs on their heads at this time! Kill all these freaks, and the world will be clean and peaceful."

They cursed like this.

Lockhart trembled all over and immediately retorted, "Wizards are not freaks!"

"Skinny guy, do you deserve a beating?"

"I'm telling the truth, you have no humanity at all."

"You speak for those freaks. Could it be that you are a freak too?" Muggles gathered around.

Lind didn't pay attention and continued to stare at the screen. Lockhart faced a group of strong Muggles alone. He was not timid, "You are wrong."

"Looks like you want to learn a lesson."

The emotions became more and more intense and the atmosphere became more and more tense. Lockhart's frail body began to tremble. He was pushed by Muggles and was about to fall off the chair.

Then one of the Muggles yelled, "Look! What's that?!"

"where?"

"On TV, watch TV! Are those airplanes?"

"Oh Jesus god, it's bombers! They're gonna blow up the hell!"

In the TV screen, a row of steel swallows streaked across the blurry sky, and they cast down the flames of hell. After a short suffocating silence, the explosion and burning gasoline fell into the crowd watching the duel, instantly making this grand gathering a reality. As a purgatory on earth.

The plot is going to speed up.