Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

White quilt, white bed, white curtain.

The pure whiteness he saw almost made Lockhart think he was in a mourning hall.

He really believed that he would never survive after being hit by the giant monster's club. At that moment when time seemed to have stopped, his mind reviewed his life in a flash.

A life filled with regrets and never ending.

He was obviously only one step away from the final success. He could have become a super-famous adventurer that all wizards in the world looked up to, a legendary adventurer writer, the founder of the Lockhart series of shampoos, sitting around A successful man on the golden Galleons throne who has countless young ladies.

But the brainless troll ended this legendary life with his foul-smelling club, and he shattered all Lockhart's dreams... No!

It was not a sweet dream. In Lockhart's eyes, it was a prophecy, a destiny prophecy. Just like Nicolas Flamel followed his predicted dream and found the Philosopher's Stone, he would also become one of the few rich and wealthy people in the world. A famous person.

But it's all broken...

He had become a joke. Although he did not admit it or think it, he had become a joke after he came to Hogwarts and accepted the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The stories in the book can be made up, even if it is stealing, as long as it is disguised well, it will not be easy to expose, but teaching is the practice of showing one's true strength and knowledge.

Lockhart's foot was in the wrong place from the start.

He shouldn't have come to Hogwarts, it was the biggest mistake of his life.

The lies he told a thousand times even succeeded in deceiving himself. He forgot that he was a thief and proudly thought that he was the great person who had made this series of achievements.

He found his wand from the bedside, but there was no condolence gift from fans on the empty bedside. The young wizards at Hogwarts saw through his false appearance, and people outside the school didn't know everything here yet.

Lockhart struggled to lift the quilt. Madam Pomfrey had actually cured his injuries. They were just fractures and contusions. She cured them without much effort. Lockhart's fainting was just his fault. I scared myself to death.

The phantom pain in his body caused Lockhart to stumble out of bed. It was already late at night, and there was no one in the silent castle.

At this moment, he just wanted to hide. He couldn't even think of escaping. He just wanted to find a corner where no one knew and bury himself, never to be discovered or seen.

His life was ruined and he didn't have the guts to face it anymore.

I don't know how long it took to move forward like this. Lockhart couldn't find his office. His legs were sore after walking for a long time. He casually opened a door that appeared in front of him.

Maybe this door has always been here, or maybe it suddenly appeared?But Lockhart had no time to think about such things.

"Maybe this is indeed a good place."

There was a sad smile on his face. This was a room filled with all kinds of dust and debris, from broken armor, daggers stained with black dirt to small prohibited toys such as wolf flying saucers and spiked tops. .

This seems to be a garbage dump, specially used to bury those shameful things.

Including himself, Lockhart at this moment.

His tired and desperate heart seemed to have found some kind of destination. He wandered around the dark room like a ghost, trying to find a more hidden corner to bury himself completely.

Lockhart couldn't help but start to look around. When he took in these old things that had been dusty for a long time, he felt a sense of comfort in their company.

Perhaps because he was too focused, the dim room made it difficult for him to see clearly the debris at his feet. He was tripped by something and couldn't help but throw forward. His head hit a piece of armor from hundreds of years ago. On, there was a dull dull sound.

"Ouch....."

He sat on the ground holding his painful forehead, not caring how much dust was on his body.

"Even you look down on me, right?"

With an unknown fire rising in his heart, Lockhart suddenly stood up, and then kicked the armor with hatred, which made his brain hurt. However, this Hutu's behavior made his toes hurt.

Lockhart screamed, and he reached out and grabbed randomly, trying to balance his body that was about to fall.

He pulled off a furry object, pulled off the wig from the head of a wizard statue, and a cold metal ornament fell into Lockhart's arms.

He rubbed his distressed feet, feeling even more angry. He threw away the wig roughly, and was slightly stunned when he reached out to grab the accessory.

"I think I've seen it somewhere?"

A familiar strange feeling appeared in his heart, which made Lockhart fall into deep thought for a moment. He raised the crown-like ornament and looked at it carefully. It was inlaid with a huge and gorgeous gem, even in the dim room. Inside, you can still clearly see the restrained brilliance flowing above.

Lockhart walked towards the magic wall lamp that provided weak lighting in the room. Through the dim light, he could clearly see a line of words engraved on the bottom edge of the crown:

"Extraordinary wisdom is mankind's greatest wealth."

Suddenly, the dusty memory came to life. As a wizard who graduated from Ravenclaw, he had heard this sentence more than once, and this crown!

It is exactly the same as the crown worn by the Ravenclaw statue in the Ravenclaw common room!

The surprise and excitement that suddenly filled his heart made Lockhart almost lose the ability to speak. He hesitated and danced on the spot for a long time, but he still didn't know what kind of language should be used to describe his current situation. Feeling.

After a long time, he bit his tongue to wake himself up.

"Let me see it more clearly! Hurry!"

He took out his wand and shook it vigorously, but the light ball for illumination failed to rise from the tip of the wand. Even the basic light spell was forgotten by him at this moment. As the price of fame, the consequences of excessive use of the forgetting spell were again. Appeared on him once.

"really......"

Lockhart, who suddenly stayed in place, had a slight smile on his face. The corners of his mouth were constantly rising. An excited and exaggerated smile bloomed on his face. His heavy breathing seemed to have just ended. After a long run, the dust he inhaled made him cough uncontrollably.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Lockhart fanned away the annoying dust, carefully wiped the crown jewels with his sleeve, and then murmured in a dreamy voice.

"I knew I would do something great!"

"Gilderoy Lockhart!"

"You are destined to become the most dazzling person in the world, the greatest wizard!"

"The setbacks before were just small trials, and now you have bitten into the sweetest piece of the red apple."

Lockhart kissed the brilliant gem hard, and there seemed to be a voice in his ear at this moment: "Wear it, wear it and you can become the smartest person in the world, just like Raven Same as Crow."

He swallowed, and the murmuring sound kept echoing in his ears. Lockhart kept raising the hand holding the crown, making the crown get closer and closer to his head.

But just as he was about to put on the crown, his hand stopped.

"Lockhart, Lockhart."

He said to himself, "How can you be like those rude idiots?"

"You have extraordinary blood. You are born to be different. You are destined to be superior to others. Your extraordinaryness is something that is destined to be engraved in your destiny."

"You can't be so careless."

Putting the Ravenclaw diadem in front of his eyes, Lockhart forced himself to become decent and elegant, like a graceful gentleman. His iconic smile once again hung on his face, and it was stronger than ever before. Be confident.

He opened his robe, placed the crown on his chest, then patted the dust on his body, and opened the entrance door again, but when he looked back, there was an empty space behind him. Empty walls.

The original door and room disappeared like a phantom, except for the crown on his chest. This heart-stirring weight told Lockhart that this was not a dream.

He quickened his pace and walked and ran towards his office!

"It's idiot Lockhart~ Lockhart who was beaten away~ Hehehehe!"

A voice full of ridicule appeared from the front, and Peeves floated in the air, making faces at Lockhart.

"Oh~poor Lockhart~" Peeves drew out his voice and pretended to be concerned: "You must have been beaten into an idiot by the troll, right?"

"Uncle Peeves feels sorry for you~Hehehe~"

"Good evening, Peeves!" Lockhart, who was still walking, suddenly looked up and Peeves smiled with a warm sunny smile, which almost made Peeves do somersaults in fright, "I'm fine at all. Very good, thank you for your relationship."

"See you tomorrow!"

Watching Lockhart leave, Peeves, who had forgotten all about the pranks, showed a look of astonishment, as if he had really seen a ghost, "He must be crazy..."