The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(It’s numb, I dreamed of a sister last night, hugging me to sleep, and scratching my face with her fingertips... the day before yesterday, too, dreaming that she hugged my princess, always worrying about gains and losses after getting up...)

After many years, when we met again, I realized that Lockhart had changed a lot, but he looked as careless as ever.

Cyrus looked at him, and Lockhart, who was chatting and laughing with the operator "Poison Gas" over there, sighed a little. For him, Lockhart can be regarded as a professor who helped him... Leaving aside the past Out of character.

"I...I..." Lockhart walked in front of him. At this moment, for some reason, he felt his body itch uncontrollably, as if someone had cast a curse on him.

"I've heard it all... everything" Cyrus looked at Lockhart, who was no longer dressed in exaggerated and gorgeous clothes, "About you..."

"That's good...Speaking of which, I'm still your teacher."

"Anyway, thank you...my father is much better"

The life in Azkaban caused Lockhart to lose the boyish face he once had. After he was released from prison, he ran and explored, making his face more vicissitudes, and the cold wind carved some lines on his forehead.

The clothes were made of buckskin, but there were no other decorations. If he stood in the crowd, no one would pay attention to him, not to mention that he was Lockhart.

Lockhart often heard about Cyrus, so he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

It was as if a person who had been petty theft because of ignorance, always felt a little embarrassed when he saw a realistic writer, he clenched the wand in his pocket, and was in a daze.

"Speaking of...I want to ask for your help." Cyrus took out a potion bottle reinforced with a spell.

"Is this a memory?"

As expected of a master of memory spells, he easily spotted the jellyfish-like object in the bottle!

"This is what I extracted from the mind of Ms. Burns after her death..." Cyrus recounted the whole process of the case, "After she died, she couldn't find the wand... I suspect it was after the resistance , was taken away"

"So...you want to check the memory of a dead person?"

Lockhart is playing with the bottle. To be honest, he rarely sees this kind of situation. Usually he checks directly from other people's narration or mind, but it is difficult to restore...

But mainly, he didn't want to be dragged into this backwater in England, after all, he wanted to leave England and go to America.

Perhaps because of Cyrus' words of thanks, he was touched and happy because of being needed.

"There are countless people who can check the accounts at the grassroots level... We can't check everyone to see if they are controlled by the Imperius Curse." Chester King rolled down the window of the car, propped his arms and said, "You It's saving more people..."

Voldemort's attitude towards Muggles is already evident.

And the magical society of wizards has also been dragged into the war. For this unscrupulous enemy who is extremely good at hiding, ordinary people are really tied up and can only fight in secret.

He is saving more people... Then next time, could it be his readers again?

"Mr. Gilderoy, think about it, if Voldemort wins, how many Muggle readers do you have?" Cyrus saw his inner hesitation and struggle, so he picked the place where the opponent was most concerned about and attacked.

That's right, his book is a big seller in the Muggle world, and he is considered another dark horse after Cyrus.

"Inspiration right? Follow us...you can see more things! You can even write Hogwarts for everyone to see!"

"What do you want to do?" Lockhart clenched the bottle tightly and said in a trembling voice, his eyes kept observing the dark clouds in the sky, as if they were formed by the gathering of dementors.

Finally...someone finally acknowledged him....

Lockhart waited until this moment, and finally someone recognized him, ran up to him and stretched out his hand and said: 'You are a genius, you can save many people like a savior'

There was a gleam in his eyes.

"Can the memory of the dead... be restored?" Cyrus thought of the Pensieve in the principal's office, "Using images, no matter what you need, we can support you!"

"Is it right to construct the picture?" Lockhart still has some unique genius ideas in terms of memory, "You want to convert the dead, inactive memory into a picture... just like going back in time?!"

He suddenly felt like he was a child again, like a Ravenclaw... no, he was a Ravenclaw!

Lockhart paced back and forth in Ms. Burns' backyard, stood in one place as if he had found a center, and then stared at the closed bedroom window.

Memory Charms... so what does he need?

The magical construction of the Pensieve?No, no, no... That's too troublesome, maybe there's something more practical and convenient, just like his Memory Charm!

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Cyrus had left, and James, who was eating street snacks, took out a watch from his pocket and stuffed it into his pocket with some reluctance.

They didn't think that this talkative, unguarded wizard could do much.

"This is?"

"SHD contact watch, the way you wizards... Weasley spent three months developing a new one," King said lazily. "If there are Death Eaters, you can hide in the safe house... every agent both"

As soon as Lockhart took it up, it felt like he had been bitten by a snake, and there was a tingling pain on his wrist.

This is a bad joke from the Weasley twins. Although each communication device needs to strictly record the sound and pupils, they still insist that the wearer be bitten by a snake for the first time.

"Not... not bad?" He flicked his right hand.

It was an electronic watch with an orange halo on it. When Lockhart touched it with his wand, it would record blood and the model of the wand, and there were some violent female voices.

It sounds familiar, Lockhart can be sure, it must be a fan of Hogwarts at that time...

"I'm ISAC Penello, if you know George and Fred, tell them for me... don't get caught by me!" After the Ravenclaw senior shouted violently, she went on for a moment. It changed back to a normal voice.

It was as if all that had just been an illusion, but Lockhart's buzzing ears didn't think so.

ISAC Penello: "Gilderoy Lockhart, to access the SHD network...Codename...'Detective'"

"Aha~ Master Lockhart can save the world again!" Standing in the cold wind, he smiled foolishly by himself, "Detective? Very good, it suits me very well!!"

On the other side of Diagon Alley, Hermione was standing on the high platform of the Leaky Cauldron, surrounded by crowds of people below, and her hands on the second floor were all sticking out of the guardrail, making people worry that an accident would happen in the next second.

They've been driven mad by the Ministry of Magic, no one cares about these lowly ordinary wizards...

From the beginning to the end, the only measure the Ministry of Magic took was to distribute the 'Guide to the Defense Against the Dark Arts' newspaper, but what use was that in a war?

It's like on the battlefield, a stack of basic "Firearms User's Manual" is issued to the recruits in the trenches.

Everyone waved their arms passionately, venting all the unhappiness in their hearts. They scattered everything in their hands like ribbons. They only had Hermione in their eyes, and... only Hogwarts in their hearts.

"Since the Ministry of Magic wants to link up with the Death Eaters, then smash them!!"