All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 187 I am Lockhart (big chapter)

The politicians who signed the bombing agreement were either hiding in the safe house or gathered around the long table in the intelligence room. Everyone was anxiously waiting for news from the front line.

The minister of the People's Federation sits at the headquarters in New York, calling these European and American social elites over and over again, questioning and criticizing them.

"You guys are a bunch of villains!"

"This is war, Michael, there is only success or failure, there is no good or evil." The general on the other end of the phone replied.

Andre the Witcher stood behind the minister and spoke: "You will not succeed. You do not understand the power of magic."

"Who are you?"

"A witcher."

"I've never heard of it. Who allowed you to speak?"

The Minister of the People's Federation said loudly: "I allow it."

Before the words were finished, the secretary-general broke into the minister's office with a shocked expression, "The bombing is over!"

"What was the result? How many people died?"

"Zero!"

"what?!"

"Yes, there may have been some stampede at the scene, but the bombing did not have the expected effect. Hogwarts is still in place."

The aerial footage came, and they all saw the magnificent magic eye on the White Tower of Hogwarts.

Andre pointed at it excitedly and said: "Look, I said that "Lord of the Rings" is all true. This is the Eye of Sauron. The place where those wizards gather is Mordor!"

The Minister of the People's Federation couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the words, and said with emotion: "Magic! It's amazing! Everyone will be out of luck now."

There was a busy signal on the other end of the phone, and the conspirators slumped in their chairs, unable to move.

……

The battle between Voldemort and Grindelwald entered a fever pitch from the very beginning, and the bodies of the audience were also on fire. Facing this once-in-a-century wizard duel, everyone was on fire.

In the original book, Grindelwald died at the hands of Voldemort, but at that time he was trapped in prison and was a bad old man with no ability to resist. Faced with Voldemort's questioning, he vowed not to reveal the whereabouts of the Elder Wand and did not betray Dumbledore.

Now he holds a wand in his hand, carrying the expectations of wizards in continental Europe.

Grindelwald has a reason to win. In order to realize the ideals of the wizarding order, he cannot lose. However, as soon as they met, he realized that his opponent was unusual.

Voldemort's current magic level is about seven times that of ordinary wizards. One of his spells can be used by more than ten others. Although there is still a gap between him and the so-called god's realm, for spell casters in the world of "Harry Potter" It's almost like a god.

If Dumbledore hadn't suddenly been possessed by a god and had a big wave of attacks, which scared Voldemort out of his wits, he would have returned to his old ways and displayed the attitude of the Dark Lord.

Since he can't beat Dumbledore, Voldemort is going to take Grindelwald.

"[Shattered to pieces]!"

A red light as thick as a bucket shot out and directly penetrated Grindelwald's protective shield. Fortunately, he saw that the situation was not good and used a magic spell to bounce himself out and avoid the fatal blow.

However, Voldemort's offensive was continuous like a gangrene, making it difficult for Grindelwald to dodge.

People who witnessed this scene couldn't help but wonder, how did Gilderoy Lockhart, a big waste, become so powerful?

The notary Dumbledore arrived late, and when he arrived, Grindelwald had been forced to the shore of the Black Lake.

Grindelwald waved his wand, and a column of water rose from the lake and fell towards Voldemort.

"Is this all you can do?" The opponent laughed at Grindelwald's weakness and used a freezing spell to freeze the lake.

Voldemort's eyes flashed with malice. He first glanced at Dumbledore carefully, then used a spell to summon a swarm of venomous snakes and swam quickly towards Grindelwald by the lake.

"Surrender, bow before the great Gilderoy, and give up your ambition!" The resounding victory announcement echoed.

The enthusiastic audience applauded and applauded.

Grindelwald pointed his wand into the sky, and a black cloud spewed out from the tip of the wand. Lightning rained down from the cloud, killing the snakes it hit immediately.

Voldemort's lips moved silently, and then, a gust of wind blew gently. Grindelwald's upper body was suddenly torn open with several wounds that penetrated his chest and back. He was bleeding profusely and he fell weakly to the lake.

Dumbledore hastily announced: "Gidero has won!"

He quickly ran to the lakeside, picked up the seriously injured Grindelwald, and repeatedly chanted the curse on the wound: [Heal as before].

Grindelwald was lying in Dumbledore's arms, his expression very peaceful, at best a little helpless.

"How did you teach him? To make a loser become so powerful?"

"Ah, never mind, you lost to Tom Riddle, the best dark wizard after you."

"It's also your good student." Grindelwald sneered, his injuries were healed under the effect of the spell, but he bled a lot, resulting in fatigue and weakness, "Do you mind if I spend a while at Hogwarts? "

"You are very welcome." Dumbledore smiled, "You can stay as long as you want."

The wizards in the crowd used the [Clean Up] spell to help the people around them get rid of the napalm adhering to their bodies, and then healed those injured in the stampede. The reporters picked up the surviving equipment and connected the TV station again. The eagerly awaited viewers around the world were shocked to see an intact Hogwarts appear on the TV.

"Gilderoy Lockhart" gave a long speech to the onlookers. As he spoke, an old witch slowly left the crowd.

Seeing that her child was fine, she had nothing to miss and it was time for her to go home.

At this time, two people came forward and stood in front of the old witch. One was a young Hogwarts student and the other was a very thin guy.

"Are you Ms. Andrea Lockhart?" asked the frail Lockhart.

"Yes, it's me." The old lady nodded, her dull blond hair fluttering in the wind, and her blue eyes full of doubts, "What do you want from me?"

"How have you been lately? Is life going well?" Lockhart's voice was trembling, and his expression became very strange, as if some memories were coming back to him.

"I'm doing fine, thank you for caring about young people." Andrea looked at Lockhart, and her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

"Are your children obedient?"

"The two daughters are fine, but the younger son worries me a lot. But, dear, have we met somewhere? You remind me of someone."

Lockhart broke down and cried, "Mother, I am Gilderoy Lockhart."

Gilderoy, disguised as Voldemort, shouted in the crowd that he wanted to create a new order ruled by wizards, and his remarks caused an uproar. The wizards, angered by the bombing, agreed.

"Down with the Muggles! Trample them down!"

"Wizards of the world unite!"

The call for war has been issued and the responders have gathered.

Through the Floo Network and through the media, this storm will spread very quickly.

Grindelwald was defeated, and the hero of justice tore off his mask. European wizards completely turned to war.

"Peace! Not war!" A loud voice overwhelmed tens of thousands of noisy crowd.

Voldemort's face suddenly changed drastically. He felt that the magic power was passing away, and the power of the thought body was moving away from him.

A pale man crossed the crowd and was supported by a mother.

"You're not Gilderoy Lockhart, I'm him," said the pale, unknown man. "I'm going to stop you."

"Where is the lunatic, get out of here!"

Lockhart tremblingly raised his wand, "Come on, fight me!"

Voldemort looked at the crumbling man and asked in a low voice, "Have you recovered your memory?"

"Yes, because I have a mother."

Hearing these words, the expression of Voldemort, who was born as an orphan, suddenly became extremely ugly, "You are looking for death!"

He struck Lockhart with a spell.

A ball of feeble fireworks flew out of Lockhart's wand. At the critical moment of life and death, he still failed to create a miracle.

He felt that he was going to die, but at this moment, Andrea suddenly hugged his youngest son.

His mother used her back to block the attack for him.

Lockhart held his mother's body and stared blankly at Voldemort.

Then, another spell hit Lockhart and killed him.

Voldemort sneered three times and finally killed this annoying guy. But just as he turned around, a voice came from the corpse.

"I am Gilderoy Lockhart."

A ghost emerged from the body of the unknown soldier. He was blond, blue-eyed, handsome, and dressed in fancy robes.

Powerful magic lingers around him, and the power of the thought body gathers, while Voldemort, who has stolen his real name, weakens little by little.

"No! No! How could this happen?! You clearly said that I am the real Gilderoy!" Voldemort screamed, his appearance gradually changing back to that of Tom Riddle.

"The diary that recorded that sentence was destroyed by your own hands, Tom." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with strange eyes, "Arrogance destroyed you again."

"Do not!!!"

Lockhart's soul continues to rise, and a voice echoes in the hearts of everyone who knows him around the world.

"I am Gilderoy Lockhart, and I am speaking to you."

"People all over the world, I confess to you that the source of this information disaster is me. Because I met the demon god of knowledge and destiny, I made a wish to become the most famous person. He fulfilled my wish."

"Now I have paid the price of death for this wish. But the world is on the verge of war. The magical world is not ready to meet everyone yet. Please give it some more time, and give ourselves some time."

"Please say silently in your heart, I am Lockhart."

"I will do whatever I can to undo this disaster."

In the solemn church, the believers silently said: I am Lockhart.

In the lively classroom, the students silently chanted: I am Lockhart.

In Europe and the United States, in Asia, Africa and Latin America, in Oceania, and in outer space, people all over the world silently say: I am Lockhart.

A powerful gathering of thoughts.

Everyone felt a magical power surging in their bodies.

The earthlings raised their hands, aimed at their own heads, and whispered together: "[All forgetting]!"

The name Gilderoy Lockhart disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Lockhart's soul dissolved in the intense light.

He kept rising, rising, passing through the brains of all human beings, drifting to the void at the end of matter little by little, and when he turned around, he didn't see the universe, but saw a dark book of Mora.

Gilderoy Lockhart floats in deep space, green auroras shining like neurons.

In the place where neurons converge, there is an ancient Aztec pyramid.

Lockhart slowly landed on the altar at the top of the tower.

The statue of Mora is still here, and there is still a familiar person standing beside him, Linde.

"We meet again, mortal." Moura sighed with satisfaction, "I am very satisfied, you have presented the greatest secret——Gilderoy Lockhart, the whole world has forgotten this man."

"Great Demon God, can I exchange this secret for another wish?"

"Of course, you want to resurrect your mother, and then yourself, don't you?"

"No, I want all the tampered information to be restored to its original state. I have caused a lot of trouble for the world." Gilderoy Lockhart looked calm.

"An unexpected choice, but I can satisfy you." Mora waved her tentacles, then coughed, "As long as my master agrees."

"Your master?"

"Yes, it's the supreme door master next to you." Maura praised Lind in a disgusting way.

Lockhart looked at Linde in surprise, and then smiled freely, "I see, so you have been angry with me, right? De Lin, forgive me for trying to cast the Forgetting Curse on you before. Maybe only you will remember me in the future gone."

Lynde smiled, "Mr. Lockhart, you still owe me an autobiography."

"Yes, I owe you an autobiography. I'm sorry. I may have broken my promise."

"I have finished it for you, a story about a lying wizard and the devil's deal. The ending is that he used the forgetting spell to make the whole world forget about him. How about this story?"

Lockhart smiled bitterly, "More exciting than my life."

"Then give the story a name."

"Well, let's call it "Magic Me"."

Lind nodded towards Mora, and the demon waved its tentacles. Strong light surged from the depths of the void, flooding the altar. Mora's book slowly closed, and a line of gilded characters appeared on the cover: "I am a magician."

Gilderoy Lockhart closed his eyes in the light and whispered, "I'm sorry, mother. I've let you down."

……

April 1st is April Fool's Day.

Nothing happened today. The Statute of Secrecy system worked well, and Muggles remained ignorant of the wizarding world.

The best-selling storybook in the world is "Magic Me", which has been translated into various languages. Although there are no specific statistics, the circulation should exceed one billion copies. Both wizards and Muggles are familiar with the liar Gilderoy. However, the person who created this story is unknown, which is really a strange thing.

Some media reported that many people dreamed of experiencing a mysterious death. In particular, more than a dozen local police detectives in New York had the same nightmare. They claimed that they were pierced to death by dark tentacles.

Andrea Lockhart dreamed that she was hit by a spell and died. There seemed to be someone in her arms, but she could not remember it clearly.

After waking up, she continued her peaceful life.

Andrea and her husband raise two daughters together. When she was young, she thought about having another son, but for some reason she gave up on the idea.

The two daughters, who did not inherit her wizarding blood, grew up and moved out of the house, visiting their parents occasionally.Andrea's husband has very severe dementia. He can hardly remember anything. Occasionally, he would suddenly look at the empty bedroom and ask, "Gidero, where have you been?"

The small bedroom was unoccupied and empty.

Andrea replied: "You are confused, there is no one named Gilderoy in our family. This is a fictional character in a storybook."

The husband shook his head, but still asked: "Gilderoy, where have you been? Dad can't find you. Can you come back? Dad won't blame you anymore, just come back."

Andrea shed tears for some reason and said angrily: "Who are you talking to? There is no one named Gilderoy in our family!"

When she was bored, she would sit in the Leaky Cauldron and chat with old friends in Diagon Alley.

Every time she passed Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, Andrea couldn't help but stop. The best-selling book in the store was "Magical Me", which was of course no surprise. Recalling that her husband kept talking about Gilderoy, she decided to buy a book to prove that Gilderoy was a fictional character.

Walking into the store, a young clerk with blond hair and blue eyes warmly greeted her and sold books to her.

"I want a copy of "Magic Me"."

"No problem, ma'am." The clerk chose a book for her and packed it up.

Andrea looked at this warm and amiable young man and felt an indescribable kindness.

She just felt that she was overthinking, and walked out with the wrapped book.

The young man stopped her from behind, "Excuse me, madam, have we met before?"

"Probably not. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think you are very kind." The clerk smiled embarrassedly.

"What's your name?"

"Gilderoy is the Gilderoy in the book. What a coincidence, right?"

Later, Andrea often visited Flourish and Blott Bookstore, and she made friends with this young man named Gilderoy. It was not until she and her husband died one after another that Gilderoy held their funerals, but that was not until many years later. What happened.

This plot is finally over. Everyone’s response is very cold. I won’t do this again. I have changed my mind and I sincerely repent. You can scold me if you want.