Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The last day of Christmas holiday.

Gidero Lockhart sat in his study, looked at the draft of the new book on the table and changed it, frowned and rolled the parchment into a ball, and tossed it aside, only to feel inexplicable.

Since signing at the Lizhen Bookstore a few days ago, I suddenly met several old wizards with strange behaviors, claiming to be his **** book fans who want to get in touch with him. alertness.

As an idolist, Gidero Lockhart is very clear about his fan base. His handsome appearance and wonderful practical magical adventures are all created to satisfy the fantasy of housewives and ignorant young witches.

There may be occasionally individual male book fans, but a group of capable old wizards who are generally over 50 or 60 years old are very problematic at first glance. If it is not for him to respond quickly, he will almost be caught by those unknown wizards Tied away.

"Which guy has his memory restored, and hire someone to retaliate?"

Gidero Lockhart stood up and looked at his own works on the bookshelf, his fingers slipped across the spine.

Although he is omnipotent in his "autobiography" and has done a lot of amazing things, in fact most of them have happened to other wizards. Lockhart just put these stories in It's just about myself.

Of course, this is not as simple as ordinary plagiarism.

In order to ensure that his own books can sell well, the story can be as if he had personally experienced it, and there are no annoying copyright disputes, the work of Gidero Lockhart is still quite heavy.

In addition to collecting folk anecdotes everywhere, he also needs to track down and investigate the wizards who have wonderful adventure stories, find their place of residence, and find a way to get close to them, understand how they do those things, and then use the magic spell Quickly subdue those guys, and use the oblivion spell to carefully erase their memories.

however……

If he guessed right, he is now being spotted by the same people, and the hunter has finally become a prey.

"It seems that I need to sleep a little bit recently ..."

Thinking of this, Lockhart's eyes stayed on the "Merlin Medal of the Third Class" placed in the most prominent place in the study.

"If there is a chance to return to Hogwarts to teach, it is a good choice. It is enough to use my resume and experience to teach some little hairs that do not understand anything-and no one dares to be at Albus Dumble. Lido ’s hands under his eyes and short teaching experience are also very helpful for my future development. "

"Think carefully, if you can serve as a professor of black magic defense, you only need to select my full set of books as the only designated textbook, even if there are no new books, but the sales may be higher and more stable ..."

Gidero Lockhart's eyes brightened, and he finally found a safe way out.

If you continue to plagiarize other people's experiences, you will inevitably have the risk of losing your hand. Sealing and teaching, this is undoubtedly his best golden pot to wash his hands. He can earn both fame and gold gallon.

Since then, he can finally live calmly in the sun, no longer walking in the shadow of the world.

at this time……

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk.

A rhythmic knock was heard outside the door of the living room downstairs.

Along with the voice of a somewhat hoarse old gentleman.

"Hello, respected Mr. Gidero Lockhart, I am the editor of" New Singing Contrast "..."

! ?

This sound seems familiar ...

Gidero Lockhart's pupils shrank sharply, withdrew his wand quickly, and walked to the door.

"Sorry, I don't remember having contributed to" New Singing Contrary "!"

"Please open the door, we are here to talk about the draft-our editor-in-chief appreciates your talent."

"Sorry, I have decided to seal the pen temporarily!"

"Then let us at least give a brief interview and we can also give you a special report."

"Me, I am not very convenient now ... shall we make an appointment tomorrow?"

Gidero Lockhart's breathing gradually became a little bit faster, his wand in his hand held high, trying to keep calm.

He has made up his mind that after these people leave, he packs up and travels abroad immediately—in a short time, he will never come back here again, which is too dangerous.

"..."

With the wizard's answer, the sound outside the door was temporarily quiet.

Just when Lohart relaxed a little, thinking that his deferral plan finally worked, the other party began to consider giving up temporarily, preparing to interview again tomorrow, when he heard a helpless laugh from outside the door.

"So, I'll confirm it one last time."

Different from the previous gentleness, this time the tone is vaguely capable and dangerous.

"Mr. Guidro Lockhart, don't you really plan to open the door and talk?"

"Sorry, it's really not suitable today ..." Lockhart swallowed and answered nervously.

"I see, please stand back a little bit, Mr. Lockhart."

"... Wait, wait, what are you doing?"

"BombardaMaxima!" [Powerful Blasting]

boom!

Before waiting for the voice of Gidero Lockhart to fall, he only heard the sound of a rapid spell from the door. The next door of his house was like a foam board, broken into several pieces, and flew across the living room and fell heavily. On the floor.

Behind the sky of dust and sawdust, there is a middle-aged wizard shrouded in a black turtleneck.

"Is it really necessary? I'm just an ordinary family ..."

Gidero Lockhart looked at the old wizard at the door, sighed helplessly, spread his hands, and tried to squeeze out his hearty smile that had won the "Witcher Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award" five times.

"Actually, we can have more friendly ... everything is forgotten!"

As a master of oblivion, Lockhart is most proud of his ability to quickly cast spells and smile in a small range of wizards between smiles and words ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to accurately hit the other party.

however……

"Except your weapon!"

"Except your weapon!"

"Armor bodyguard!"

"Silver Shield Guardian!"

"All petrochemicals!"

With the magic wand beam flying out of Girod Lockhart's hand, there were at least five roars from different positions in his ear. Three powerful spells struck him accurately, and Lockhart slammed. The ground flew back, hit the arm of the sofa in the living room, slid down and curled up on the floor.

As for the magic wand in his hand, he had soared high under the spell and had fallen into the corner by the stairs.

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