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Chapitre 21: Chapter 21: Lockhart's Ideal World!

Outside Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, the Weasley twins cheered on their father with a mix of caution and encouragement.

"Dad, be careful with his fists."

"Dad, beat him up, hit him in the face with your fist."

"Dad, be careful, he is going to do something secretly."

"Yes, dad, use some strength and hit like you mean it."

Harry Potter, clutching the books Lockhart had given him, looked at George and Fred in surprise. Their father was fighting with Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, but the twins did not intervene. Harry, who had a horrible first impression of Lucius Malfoy, secretly wished for Mr. Arthur Weasley to win. Lucius had arrogantly mocked Harry and even praised the Dark Lord who killed his parents, sparking a fierce dislike in Harry.

The situation escalated when Lucius mocked Hermione for being a Muggle-born and insulted the Weasley family as paupers. This drove Arthur Weasley to the edge, and the two men began to brawl. While Harry was concerned for Arthur, he couldn't deny the satisfaction of seeing Lucius Malfoy getting what he deserved.

"Good, Mr. Arthur, punch him hard in the face and kick him a few times, preferably in the vital parts," Harry muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Harry spotted a familiar figure emerging from Flourish and Blotts. It was Professor Lockhart, who had just given him free books. Lockhart watched the clumsy melee with an almost amused expression. These two men had no real combat experience—it looked more like a children's scuffle.

Lockhart, with Thor's extensive combat experience, easily stepped into the fray. He grabbed both men by their wrists and with a gentle twist and pull, had them both wincing in pain.

"Lockhart, please be gentle!"

"Be gentle, be gentle, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

Looking at them indifferently, Lockhart chastised, "Both of you are from pure-blood families. Isn't it a bit uncivilized to fight outside my book launch? I remember that I didn't offend either of you."

Quickly, Arthur and Lucius, still in pain, assured him, "No, no, Lockhart, be gentle, it hurts!"

Lockhart loosened his grip and advised in a calm tone, "Both of you are parents. You should set a better example. Look, your children are watching and even cheering for injuries. Is this appropriate?"

Chastened, Arthur and Lucius glanced at their children, saw the remaining excitement on their faces, snorted at each other, and began to separate. Lucius, feeling embarrassed, pulled Draco away with a huff but not without throwing a disdainful remark, "Hmph! Damn half-blood!"

Lockhart, with his sensitive hearing, caught the comment and watched Lucius leave with a critical eye. Arthur, apologetic, turned to Lockhart, "Sorry, Professor Lockhart, I'm very sorry for disturbing your book launch."

"It's okay, Mr. Weasley. As a professor, my concern is the impact on the children. That's why I intervened. I apologize for any pain caused. Now, let's clean this up." Lockhart flicked his wand, and the scattered books neatly stacked themselves and flew to Arthur.

Lockhart, noticing Arthur's embarrassed look as he glanced at the old books, especially those Lockhart had written, preemptively reassured him, "Mr. Weasley, your presence at my book launch shows your support. Please accept these books as an apology for the discomfort." He then handed over seven of his books.

"Haha, thank you, Professor Lockhart. My daughter Ginny adores your books. This is indeed a valuable gift," Arthur responded, his face lighting up as he quickly stowed the books away.

Lockhart nodded and turned back towards Flourish and Blotts. Unnoticed by others, a black notebook among the piles of scattered books quietly vanished with Lockhart.

Later that evening in Lockhart's home, he sat at his desk, fixated on the black notebook. It was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. Concerning its disposal, Lockhart had no intention of tampering with such a potent piece of dark magic created by a wizard of Dumbledore's caliber without first increasing his own strength. For now, sealing it seemed the best option to ensure a peaceful year at Hogwarts where he could teach and study without undue risk.

Today's book launch had been a success, and his plan had gone smoothly except for Lucius's derogatory comment which irked him. Lockhart despised the narrow-minded, class-driven purity ideology of the wizarding world. The conflict between pure-bloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-borns infuriated him. His aspiration was to study magic peacefully and advance magical knowledge.

Lockhart, feeling a renewed sense of purpose after Lucius's insult, realized the difficulty of conducting peaceful research in such a discriminatory world. However, he remained optimistic. "Everything will change," he mused. "Yes, everything will change. My ideal world is one of pure magic, where everyone pursues truth and learns magic."

And this vision would begin to take shape starting from his upcoming meeting with Dumbledore, for which he had meticulously prepared.

Touching the dark blue necklace around his neck, Lockhart's eyes gleamed with resolve.

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Chapitre 22: Chapter 22: Dumbledore’s Problem!

"Professor McGonagall, long time no see." As soon as Lockhart emerged from the magic fireplace with green flames still lingering, he saw Professor McGonagall sitting at the desk opposite him and immediately greeted her.

Professor McGonagall raised her head and looked at Lockhart, who had smooth blond hair and was wearing a dark green robe. She looked at Lockhart in front of her as she recalled the student he had been before.

"Lockhart, you look a little unwell," Professor McGonagall said, staring at Lockhart with serious eyes, "But your clothes are quite exquisite," she added.

After Lockhart heard this, he smiled awkwardly—he had decided not to use the floo network for travel again. It seemed that learning Kamar Taj's portal magic must be put on his priority list.

Immediately, with a slight wave of his right hand, the Sling Ring flashed, and a simple rune appeared in front of him, emitting a faint light.

Rune - clean!

In a flash of light, Lockhart took on a new look, and all the dust on his body was removed by magic.

Professor McGonagall looked at the runes that had just appeared with great interest. Although she was a little surprised, she didn't say much.

"The principal is waiting for you in the office. You know the location. The password is - Carrot Cake."

"Okay, Professor," Lockhart responded politely, left Professor McGonagall's office, and walked toward the principal's office.

Looking at the very familiar corridors and stairs of Hogwarts in his memory, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. This time he had come to Hogwarts to see Dumbledore, which was considered a debriefing before class.

In the past, he had shared his class ideas with Dumbledore through owl envelopes.

Today was the first time he would meet Dumbledore. As usual, they would talk about the specific details of his class.

Soon, Lockhart reached the eighth floor and stood in front of the gargoyle. After tidying up his clothes, he cast a self-created spell on himself—[Lockhart's Shine].

With a smile on his face, his white teeth exposed, his chest puffed out, he spoke confidently to the stone.

"Carrot Cake!"

Boom!

The stone beast moved to the side, and the wall behind it cracked open, revealing an upward staircase.

"Lockhart?" Dumbledore's voice came from deep down the stairs.

Lockhart quickly replied: "Yes, Headmaster, it's me." Then he strode up the stairs and walked into the principal's office.

Walking to the top of the stairs, he entered a spacious and beautiful circular space.

Looking at the heads of the past principals of Hogwarts hanging on the surrounding walls, Lockhart waved politely.

Entering the principal's office, he saw a huge table with long thin legs standing not far away. Dumbledore, with silver hair and half-moon lenses, sat behind it.

"Good morning, principal!" Lockhart stepped forward and greeted him politely.

"Wait a minute, you can eat some candy on the table, and we can talk after I finish with this."

"Okay, principal, you go ahead and take your time." Looking at Principal Dumbledore who was looking down at the book he was reading, Lockhart responded and looked around the entire room.

Apart from the portraits of the past principals of Hogwarts hanging everywhere, the thing that caught Lockhart's attention the most was a bookcase at the back.

"Nicolas Flamel on Alchemy"

"36 Ways to Use the Patronus Charm"

"Advanced Black Magic Knowledge"

Just looking at some of the titles of books in the bookcase, Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he wanted to open Dumbledore's bookcase immediately, borrow a few books, and read some.

Pity, Lockhart quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the silverware and some potions of various colors next to him. Soon Lockhart was staring at a bracket by the window.

The phoenix, covered in golden feathers, held the stand tightly with both claws and turned its head to stare at Lockhart curiously. Looking into each other's eyes, Lockhart showed the most friendly smile in his life, his eyes shining and his heart even warmer.

This was a phoenix. It could survive for thousands of years through rebirth. Its tears alone could cure most diseases in the world, and were the core material of many precious potions. Even just one feather from the body cost dozens of gold galleons.

Seeing the phoenix not far away, Lockhart subconsciously wanted to get closer and closer.

"Cough!" Dumbledore coughed slightly and looked at Lockhart's eyes, which seemed to be reminding him of something.

Lockhart came back to his senses, his expression straightened, as if he had not had any evil thoughts just now.

Then, watching Dumbledore close the cover of the book, his expression froze, and then he said with a smile on his face: "Principal Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to also like the book I wrote."

The cover of the book was engraved with conspicuous words - "Days with the Snow Monster" by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"The writing is quite good, quite interesting," Dumbledore smiled without any cover-up, then took the book away to reveal a character profile.

When Lockhart saw it, his pupils shrank, and instead of lowering his head, he raised his chest and showed a brighter smile on his face.

"Needham Mack, male, 45 years old, lives in the snowy mountains of the Himalayas. He spends all his time with snow monsters."

Needham Mack was the source of the book material for "Days with the Snow Monster".

The original Lockhart had stolen his memory to write this book.

"Headmaster, what do you want to know about the snow monster? The main character in the book is right in front of you," Lockhart said humorously to himself.

"Haha, speaking of snow monsters, I really want to know more about it," Dumbledore laughed, raised the book at hand and asked, "I thought the best way to deal with snow monsters was the Fire-Making Spell, but I didn't expect it. The book way is completely different from what I thought."

"Principal, the snow monster is indeed different from what most wizards think. This is because the snow monster has lived in the ice and snow for a long time and has extremely strong magical defense capabilities. Ordinary magic spells cannot harm it at all. At the same time, in the ice and snow, the power of the Fire-Making Spell or Incendio will be reduced, so it is not the best choice. To deal with snow monsters, I personally recommend using the leg-tripping spell. Although it is a small spell, the snow monster's movement will be hindered. It's easy to fall down due to the leg-tripping spell whether it's escaping, capturing, or even killing, it's the only choice."

"It seems that you are quite experienced in this area," Dumbledore smiled after hearing this. "It seems that I'm right to choose you for the Defence Against the Dark Arts course."

Hearing this, Lockhart smiled and said nothing more.

He knew that meeting with Dumbledore was risky, and he was not stupid, he must digest the knowledge in his memory.

Stolen memories are also memories, and knowledge will never be false.

By the way, stealing memories seems to be a shortcut to learning knowledge.

The thought flashed through Lockhart's mind.

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