The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The politicians who signed the bombing agreement were either hiding in the safe house or gathered around the long table in the intelligence room, and everyone waited anxiously for news from the front.

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 haven't 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 accidents at the scene, but the bombing did not achieve the desired effect, and 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 to 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 tone on the other end of the phone, and the conspirators collapsed on their chairs, unable to move.

...

The battle between Voldemort and Grindelwald became intense from the very beginning, and the bodies of the audience were also on fire. Faced with this once-in-a-century wizard duel, everyone was ignited.

In the original book, Grindelwald died at the hands of Voldemort, but at that time he was imprisoned. He was a bad old man who could not resist. Facing Voldemort's interrogation, he swore to the death not to reveal the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, and he 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 ideal of wizard order, he cannot lose. But as soon as he played against each other, he realized that his opponent was unusual.

Voldemort's current level of magic power is about seven times higher than that of ordinary great wizards. One of his spells can beat more than ten others. Although there is still a gap between the so-called God's realm, but for the spellcasters in the world of "Harry Potter" It's almost like a god.

Had it not been for Dumbledore's sudden supernatural power, a wave of shock came, which frightened Voldemort, and he would have reverted to his old ways by now, showing the posture of the Dark Lord.

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

"[Bones shattered]!"

A bucket-like thick red light shot out, directly piercing Grindelwald's protective shield. Fortunately, he saw that the situation was not good, and bounced himself out with a magic spell, avoiding 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 the only ability?" The opponent laughed at Grindelwald's weakness, while freezing the lake with a freezing spell.

There was a vicious light in Voldemort's eyes. He first glanced at Dumbledore carefully, and then summoned a group of poisonous snakes with a spell, and quickly swam towards Grindelwald by the lake.

"Surrender, bow your head before the great Gildero, and give up your ambition!" echoed the resounding victory sentence.

The enthusiastic audience applauded and applauded.

Grindelwald pointed his wand to the sky, and a black cloud spewed out from the tip of the wand. Lightning fell from the cloud, and the snakes hit died instantly.

Voldemort's lips squirmed silently, and then, a gust of wind blew gently, and Grindelwald's upper body was suddenly torn open with several wounds running through his chest and back, bleeding profusely, and he fell powerlessly by the lake.

Dumbledore hastily announced: "Gidero has won!"

He quickly ran to the lake, hugged the seriously injured Grindelwald, and repeatedly chanted a spell on the wound: [healing as before].

Grindelwald lay in Dumbledore's arms with a peaceful expression, a little helpless at best.

"How did you teach him? Let a waste 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 people around them get rid of the napalm stuck on their bodies, and then healed those injured in the stampede. The reporters picked up the surviving equipment and switched on the TV again, and the eagerly awaited audience around the world was shocked to see an intact Hogwarts on TV.

"Gideroy Lockhart" delivered a long speech to the onlookers, and while he was speaking, an old witch slowly left the crowd.

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

At this time, two people walked towards the old witch, blocking the old witch. One was a young Hogwarts student, the other was a very thin fellow.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Andrea Lockhart?" The fragile Lockhart asked.

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

"How are you doing recently? Is your life going well?" Lockhart's voice trembled, his expression became very strange, as if some memories were surging back and forth.

"I'm doing well, thank you for caring about young people." Andrea looked at Lockhart, her heart skipped a beat.

"Are your children obedient?"

"The two daughters are all right, but the youngest son worries me. But, dear, have we met somewhere? You remind me of someone."

Lockhart broke down and cried, "Mom, I'm Gilderoy Lockhart."

In the crowd, Voldemort pretending to be Gilderoy shouted to create a new order of wizard rule, 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 to war has been made, and the responders are gathering.

Through the Floo network, through the media, this storm will spread at an extremely fast speed.

Grindelwald was defeated, and the hero of justice tore off his mask. The wizards of Europe have 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 stepped across the crowd and was supported by a mother to come to him.

"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 raised his wand tremblingly, "Come on, duel with 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 courting death!"

He cast a spell on Lockhart.

A cloud of lifeless fireworks flew out of the wand in Lockhart's hand. At the critical moment of life and death, he still failed to perform miracles.

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

His mother shielded him from the attack with her back.

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

Then another spell hit Lockhart, killing him too.

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

"I am Gilderoy Lockhart."

From the body of the unknown man floated a ghost, fair-haired, blue-eyed, handsome, wearing 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 be?! You said I was the real Gilderoy!" screamed Voldemort, changing his appearance back to that of Tom Riddle bit by bit.

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

"No!!!"

Lockhart's soul kept rising, and everyone in the world who knew him had a voice in their hearts.

"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 brink of war. The wizarding world is not ready to meet you, please give it some time, and give us some time."

"Please recite in your hearts, I am Lockhart."

"I will try to undo this disaster as much as possible."

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

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

In Europe, America, 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 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 aurora glowing 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 to restore the falsified information to its original state. I have caused a lot of trouble to 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 is the supreme gate master beside you." Mora praised Linde very sensually.

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."

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

"Yes, I owe you an autobiography, sorry. I may be breaking my promise."

"I've already done it for you. A story about a lying wizard making a deal with a demon god. The ending is that he used an oblivion spell to make the whole world forget himself. How about this story?"

Lockhart smiled wryly, "It's more exciting than my whole life."

"Then give the story a name."

"Well, let's call it "I Can Be Magical"."

Linde nodded towards Mora, the demon god waved his tentacles, and a strong light surged from the depths of the void, flooding the altar. The book of Mora slowly closed, and a line of gold-plated characters appeared on the cover: "I Can Magic"

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

...

April 1st is April Fool's Day.

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

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

Some media reported that many people dreamed that they had experienced a bizarre death. In particular, more than a dozen local police detectives in New York had the same nightmare. They claimed that they were impaled to death by pitch-black tentacles.

Andrea Lockhart dreamed that she was struck by a spell and died. There seemed to be another person in her arms, but she couldn't remember it.

After waking up, she continued her peaceful life.

Andrea and her husband are raising two daughters. When she was young, she thought about having a son, but for some reason she finally dismissed 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 small bedroom and ask, "Gidero, where have you been?"

The little bedroom was deserted and empty.

Andrea replied, "You're confused. No one in our family is named Gilderoy. It's a fictional character in a storybook."

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

Andrea burst into tears for some reason, and said angrily, "Who are you talking to? There is no one named Gildero 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 passes by Lihen Bookstore, Andrea can't help but stop. The bestseller in the store is "I Can Be Magical", which is of course as expected. Recalling that her husband kept talking about Gilderoy, she decided to buy a book and go back to prove that Gilderoy is 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 "My Magical Me"."

"No problem, ma'am." The clerk picked out a copy for her and packed it up.

Andrea looked at this warm and amiable young man, and felt indescribably kind.

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

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

"Probably not. What's the matter?"

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

"May I have your name?"

"Gidero, that's the Gildero in the book, it's a coincidence, right?"

Later, Andrea often visited Lihen Bookstore, and she made friends with this young man named Gildero, until she and her husband passed away one after another, and Gildero held their funerals for them, but it was many years later happened.

Finally, this plot is over, and everyone's response is very cold, so I won't do this kind of thing in the future. I have changed my mind, I sincerely repent, everyone can scold me if they want.