Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Alexis took a deep look at Lockhart, then turned to motion for Christie to follow.

Lockhart stared with his mouth wide open as the two figures were gradually obscured by the dense branches. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He glanced back, trembled, and trotted after them.

"Great Alexis, I have heard about you, and your heroic deeds are sung among us!"

To cover up his lie, Lockhart had to speak in an aria-like tone, which sounded particularly weird.

Alexis ignored him and continued walking.Christie even gave him a hard look.

Lockhart shuddered, gritted his teeth and continued to follow.

"This beautiful lady, I wonder if I am lucky enough to know your name? You are like a delicate flower stained with dew in the morning. Your beauty makes me feel ashamed, and your appearance makes the stars in the sky eclipse you... "

"To shut up!"

Christie scolded fiercely.

"Yes, beautiful lady, it would be my pleasure."

Lockhart followed suit and immediately shut his mouth, but still followed closely behind the two of them.

Christie glared at him, and just as she turned her head, she heard Lockhart's voice again behind her,

"Beautiful lady, you haven't told me yet...I, I, you..."

Christie turned her head sharply.With a flick of the wand in his hand, a Stuttering Curse turned Lockhart into a stutterer.

Lockhart looked at Christie with wide eyes, then silently closed his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

"Why have you been following us?"

Christie quickly noticed something strange.

Lockhart pointed to his mouth.

Christie lifted the tongue-stuck spell for him.

"Beautiful lady..."

"Shut up! Ask me my name again and I'll tie you up and throw you into the hive!"

Christy threatened harshly.

"Okay, beautiful lady!"

"I want to observe the great hero, Mr. Alexis, up close, and record his deeds for future generations to sing about!"

"As I said, fair lady, I am now a wandering poet."

"Why did I become a wandering poet?"

"This is because I suddenly found that what I did before was meaningless. You know, beautiful lady, I used to be a writer, a best-selling author. My works include "Breaking with the Female Ghost", "Walking with Ghouls", "Gilderoy Lockhart teaches you how to rid your home of pests", "Magical Me" (autobiography)..."

Gilderoy Lockhart read his work on his fingers.

"But after waking up one morning, I suddenly realized that none of this was meaningful. My best-selling books only recorded my experiences. My experiences were exciting enough. I thought it was time to record the wonderful lives of others. ”

“I realized there are so many unsung heroes in this world who are not well known.”

"Let readers learn more about these heroes through my books. They should not be unknown. What do you think? Beautiful lady?"

If you ignore Lockhart's smug expression and his fake tone, this is indeed a classic example of reforming one's past and turning over a new leaf.

Unfortunately, one of the other two people present knew him very well and had no intention of even listening to what he had to say. The other was once the best Auror and had an almost instinctive sensitivity to criminals. It was impossible to be so gullible. Someone I've only known for two hours.

Yes, Mr. Lockhart chattered on for two hours, of which one and a half hours were spent introducing his "masterpieces."

In the remaining half hour, I was unable to speak for 10 minutes due to the tongue-stuck spell.

"Where's your notebook?"

Christy asked.

"what?"

Lockhart didn't realize what Christie meant.

"Didn't you say that you are a wandering poet? To record unknown heroes."

"Yes! That's right!"

Lockhart nodded.

"First." Christie raised a finger. "Alexis is not an unknown hero, and he will not become the pathetic person you call him."

"Second." Christie raised a second finger. "Wandering poets will record things in notebooks and compile them into poems to sing in their free time. Moreover, wandering poets will carry their musical instruments with them."

"For wandering poets, notebooks are the most important thing to them. To them, it is even more important than life. So, wandering poet Mr. Lockhart, where is your notebook?"

"You won't lose your life, will you?"

Seeing Lockhart's expression of embarrassment, Christie further spoke.

Lockhart's face turned red and he subconsciously touched his waist with his hands, but after seeing the figure in front of him who was deliberately slowing down, he moved his hands away angrily.

In terms of hand speed, he couldn't match the one in front of him.

Moreover, this is the man who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort head-on, the famous Alexis Felix!

If you offend him, your situation will be even worse.

"I've already guessed that you might be a liar."

Christie's vision is so sophisticated. She has been in the Auror team and has been on the edge of life and death all year round. Facing most wizards, she can roughly judge a wizard's combat effectiveness with just a few movements.

The Lockhart in front of him moved slowly and stiffly, with a hesitant attitude and inner hesitation. It could be basically concluded that he was a rookie in combat.

A rookie who might not even be as good as an Auror in training.

How could such a person do the things in his book?

"Are your 'autobiographies' fabricated out of thin air?"

Christie actually admired Lockhart a little.

He compiled it all by himself and was able to compile several best-selling books. The most important thing is that although he himself is a combat novice, the descriptions of the environment and combat in his books are very close to the actual situation.

This is simply incredible!

Not to mention that almost every one of his 'autobiographies' can find the true facts of the incident.

This is awesome!

In Christie's opinion, this guy was a born liar.

“Those experiences are other people’s.”

Alexis interjected at this time.

"what?"

Christie was stunned and couldn't understand what this sentence meant.

"He is a master of the Forgetting Curse, the best."

Alexis ignored Lockhart's pleading look and explained as she walked.

"He listened to other people's stories, then cast a forgetting spell on them, and then recorded the stories."

"Replace the protagonist with yourself."

"But his forgetting spell is very powerful. I guess no one in the world is better at it than him. He can even accurately modify a paragraph or picture in his memory."

"It's like I'm apparating."

Alexis concluded with a hint of admiration.

By this time Lockhart was so ashamed and angry that he was about to go berserk.