Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

"I know your boss... no, it should be said to be a big shot in the magic world, Tweel Foley!"

Lockhart was too anxious to pay attention to his disturbed hair.

At that time, after he reported Karkaroff's situation to Terver, in view of his contribution, he comfortably enjoyed the strict protection provided by the Aurors.

But this comfortable life disappeared after Voldemort failed, the dark wizards were arrested, and the trials began!

Not only that, as a fugitive from Azkaban, although Lockhart is passive, he only forgets about the escape from prison.

He himself will have to stay in prison for sixteen years!

"Sorry," the Auror sitting opposite who was in charge of Lockhart's trial glanced at his information, "I don't have the authority to contact Professor Welfare yet..."

"You can write to him!" Lockhart suggested eagerly.

"Please, wizards all over the world, no, not just wizards, but also Muggles want to write to Professor Welfare. Do you think my letter will be delivered to him?!"

After saying that, the Auror rolled his eyes angrily.

He would like to communicate regularly with Professor Foley, but who in the Ministry of Magic doesn't know that the professor has blocked his location?

It is said that the British Joint Operations Office has now built a mailroom just to handle the mountains of letters from all over the world.

Lockhart's eyes shone with envy.

He watched the live broadcast of the battle that day dozens of times, engraved in his mind every little move Tver made at that time, and every change of tone in his speech.

As long as he is still breathing, his mind will always replace the protagonist of that battle with himself!

Now that he heard that Tver's fans were all over the world, including Muggles, the envy in his heart was almost overflowing!

To put it a bit exaggeratedly, if the emotion of envy can be transformed into magical strength, then he will definitely have enough confidence to fight Voldemort!

Hehe, Voldemort is dead anyway...

"Hey, wake up!" The Auror slapped Lockhart out of his sweet dream angrily.

"According to your previous sentence, you will have to return to Azkaban and stay there until 2013 before you will be officially released..."

Seeing Lockhart's mournful expression, he couldn't help but soften his tone.

"You don't have to worry too much. Azkaban has been rebuilt by some people and the dementors have been driven away. It looks much better than before."

"Really, is there no other way?" Lockhart said with a grimace.

No matter how good the environment in Azkaban is, it is definitely not as good as the free life outside!

"Yes, I have."

A figure who looked like a savior suddenly walked into the interrogation room. In Lockhart's eyes, he was as good as Merlin in this world!

"Tver, I knew you wouldn't abandon me!" Lockhart took a big leap, flew over, and accurately grabbed Tver's arm.

Tver shook his hand in disgust, but unexpectedly he couldn't shake it off.

"If you disgust me so much again, I will turn around and leave immediately..."

Before he finished speaking, Lockhart quickly let go, stood up straight, and smoothed his clothes, all in one go, as if the grievance he just felt was an illusion.

"How can I help you?" Lockhart bowed gracefully.

He has realized that Tver must have something that needs him to do, but no matter what it is, even if it requires him to sell his ass, as long as he can get out of that damn Azkaban, he will definitely——

He took a look at Tver, and after going through some psychological struggle, he felt that... it didn't seem impossible.

Fortunately, Tweel didn't pay attention to Lockhart, otherwise he would have been disgusted and left.

"Professor Foley, according to regulations, Lockhart still has sixteen years of prison life..." the Auror said hesitantly.

"I know." Tver patted his shoulder gently, not embarrassing the conscientious Auror.

"It's just that Lockhart has another use now. I will take care of it myself instead. Delis will not embarrass you."

"Is there any other use?"

Realizing that he no longer had to sell his ass, Lockhart's eyes lit up, he followed Tweel out of the interrogation room, and then left the Ministry of Magic in a swaggering manner.

……

London, in a luxurious studio.

"Director, does Mr. Welfare not like us very much?" A photography assistant pursed his lips in grievance.

She was originally in a great mood when she saw her idol, but as soon as the idol showed up and chatted with the director for a while, he disappeared.

If it weren't for the footprints left on the ground, she might have thought she was hallucinating because she liked Mr. Welfare so much!

"Don't say that, Mr. Foley is just..."

Chris Columbus blinked before confirming that the sudden appearance was Professor Welfare who had just disappeared.

"Uh...who is this?"

He looked at Twil who was returning with some confusion, and Lockhart behind him who was still smiling perfectly even though nothing was clear.

From this aspect, this man is more dedicated than most people in the entertainment industry...

"Gilderoy Lockhart, this is the man I was just talking about who is... suitable."

Chris suddenly understood and looked at Lockhart with satisfaction.

In order to prepare for the film, he also contacted some wizards who were allowed to contact him.

But even though the British Ministry of Magic has carefully selected the wizards, they either don't understand how to put on a show to make the protagonist's image exciting, or they have deep-rooted arrogance and disdain to provide them with guidance on magical knowledge.

Lockhart, at least in the former aspect, had satisfied him.

"Don't worry, Lockhart... won't show any arrogance towards you. He is very happy to cooperate with you in filming the movie." Tweel explained briefly.

In fact, the wizards sent by the Ministry of Magic before did not really have any arrogant ideas about Muggles, but they had no way of understanding why a fluorescent spell had to explain various principles and mechanisms.

But Lockhart doesn't have this problem, because he has extremely rich theoretical knowledge and doesn't mind explaining various spells and magic stories to Muggles at length, and they are even very real...

"Movies, what are movies?" Lockhart asked with interest.

For him now, anything except Azkaban can arouse his curiosity.

Tver looked at the studio and pointed at the various photographic equipment placed on the ground.

"Just use these cameras to record your story and then broadcast it to hundreds of millions of viewers."

"Hundreds of millions?!"

Lockhart felt all the blood in his body rush to his head instantly. If it weren't for his thick skin, he would have exploded!