Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

As a kind-hearted man, he had no choice but to leave Hogwarts, but he didn't expect that they would continue to discredit him.

"What a perfect idea! As long as I maintain my character of being bitter and resentful, he can't do anything to me!"

As Lockhart thought this, he picked up the things faster.

But...even though he could deal with it this way.

But it will definitely have an impact on his reputation!

There might even be someone investigating those he had used the Oblivion Spell on!

When Lockhart thought of this, he suddenly panicked again.

He found that he was thinking too one-sidedly.

Once the incident is exposed.

Then someone will definitely go to find the wizards who have been harmed by themselves to find out what happened.

No matter how powerful the forgetfulness spell is, it will leave traces!

Once those people are found to have signs of being harmed by the Forgotten Curse...

"No, no, no! They can't prove that the Oblivion Charm among them was cast by me!"

"As long as I clean up the wand, they won't be able to use the Flashback Charm to find out what spells I used in the past!"

However, he could still think of a way to deal with it.

But... this is still a huge blow to my reputation.

Especially after discovering that someone was really attacked by the Forgotten Curse...

Thinking of this, veins popped out on Lockhart's forehead.

He really is unwilling...

"No...I can't let my resume, my reputation have even the slightest stain!"

"There is still a way! There is still a way!"

Unknowingly.

Lockhart had stopped packing.

He sat on his suitcase, constantly scratching his neat and shiny blond hair with his hands.

"How could this happen... I checked every time and no one was around! How did Blake Green know all this?"

"Ah... now is not the time to think about that... wait!"

Lockhart suddenly remembered what Black had said.

It was obvious that Blake wanted to use this incident to threaten him!

Since he wanted to use this matter to threaten me instead of handing the evidence to Dumbledore.

This proves that there is still room for this matter to turn around!

In other words, Blake wants to achieve something through himself!

Otherwise, why would he threaten me?

Lockhart's heart leaped with joy when he thought of this.

As long as your reputation isn't damaged.

What's the harm in being threatened and doing things for others?

I have to say, Lockhart's train of thought is indeed novel.

Or……

This was a thought he deliberately avoided because he didn't want to face the fact that his house was about to collapse.

"What is Blake trying to do with me?"

After thinking for a long time, he came to a conclusion.

That is, Blake, like himself, longs for fame.

After all, he, Lockhart, knew his own business.

He is good at nothing but reputation! Fame!

if it is like this……

After Lockhart thought about this, he stopped packing.

He pulled over a piece of parchment and began to write quickly.

……

"You beat up Lockhart?"

"Yes."

"I thought you would explain yourself a little. After all, you just beat up a professor."

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at the book on his desk.

Blake couldn't read his expression.

"Because I don't think this is a beating of the professor..."

"Before the duel began, he told me to go all out."

"He did not speak a word, nor did he drop his wand, so I took it for granted that the duel was continuing."

Dumbledore finally looked up at Black.

Blake keenly noticed that the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Okay... so what did you come to see me for?"

"I have received no complaints from Professor Lockhart."

Blake said, "I want to ask you for a leave of absence. Then I want to go on a long trip."

Dumbledore took off his glasses and looked quietly at Black in front of him.

After a while, he put his glasses back on.

"Go ahead. I have no objection as long as you are not going to Nurmengard. Just send me a message when you return."

"Thank you Professor..." Blake started to leave.

Dumbledore suddenly asked again: "I think you must be wondering why I asked Lockhart to come back as a professor..."

"I was really confused at first." Blake turned around and answered, "But now I have figured it out."

"Oh? What's the reason?" Dumbledore asked with interest, crossing his arms.

"There are two aspects," Blake said. "First, he will have nowhere to hide as a liar in school."

"Secondly... you let a liar be our professor to tell us what not to do and what kind of person not to become."

"When we all feel disgust towards Lockhart, we are very likely not to become such a person..."

Dumbledore sighed softly.

"I was surprised that you could think of this..."

"Black, I thought you would come to me to complain about why we recruited someone like Lockhart as a professor."

"But now it seems that I still underestimated you..."

"Well, go ahead, and take Nagini with you. Your journey might be a bit far, and she can take care of you."

"By the way, don't forget to say hello to Rep Carlos in Armenia for me..."

"Finally...you are absolutely not allowed to go to Nurmengard!"

……

After Blake left the principal's office, he was also a little surprised.

I didn't expect that the few words I said casually to deceive Lockhart were actually true!

Dumbledore actually knew the two wizards who were plotted against by Lockhart.

And he asked Lockhart to come to the school as a professor just to expose his identity as a liar.

Moreover, he guessed that he was going to find the victimized wizards.

I can only say that Dumbledore is indeed not simple...

However, Dumbledore did not know Black's other purpose.

If Dandan was doing it for a Lockhart, it would not be enough for Black to travel far!

……

night.

Armenia.

In a dilapidated little village.

There are broken walls everywhere.

It is obvious that this place has been deserted for a long time.

A dirty and frail old man was hiding in a dilapidated house.

The cold wind blew in through the hole.

The old man hid himself trembling.

He is now cold and hungry.

I can't hold on much longer.

Suddenly, the old man felt something was wrong.

Because he suddenly couldn't feel the cold wind anymore.

Moreover, the room not only became warmer, but also brighter!

The old man raised his head weakly.

I saw two people wearing black cloaks in the shabby house.

One of them was holding a pot of strange sunflowers in his hand.

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The old man couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He had never seen such a beautiful and warm flower in his life...

The old man opened his mouth and murmured something in a low voice.

It was in Armenian, and Blake didn't understand it.

"He is asking if we are messengers sent by the god of death," said Nagini.

Blake turned to look at her.

Nagini said, "I speak a little Armenian..."

Blake nodded, "Tell him we are not messengers of death."

"We are human beings. We are the ones who can give him a new life."

Nagini whispered a few words in Armenian to the old man.

The old man looked at the two men in surprise.

Only then did he discover it.

One of these two people is a woman, and the other is just a child.

Suddenly, he saw a small stick in the child's hand.

Then, he knew nothing.

……