Chapter 209 Harold's Repentance

Chapter 209 Harold's Repentance

"He was an old American wizard who helped a village get rid of werewolves. He looked a little ugly and had no taste in clothes. But he was indeed a powerful wizard and a very nice person. I just chatted with him casually, and he Tell me everything." Lockhart clenched his fists again.

He said with difficulty, "But after I deceived his experience, I gave him a spell of forgetting and took his experience as my own."

"In addition to the old wizard in America, there are also witches who expelled the ghosts of Wan Lun, and there are wizards like them one after another. They were deceived by me to experience, and they were under the spell of forgetting."

"I'm a complete liar. I'm not only a liar, I'm proud of it. I take other people's experiences as my own, in exchange for fame, in exchange for others' respect." Lockhart held his head in his hands, ashamed. said.

"If I hadn't been attacked this time and almost died, if I hadn't walked around in life and death, I might have been deceived for the rest of my life." He was in a trance for a while, and then immediately said, "No, it won't be like that. I'll see it sooner or later. Lose your life in a deception, like this one."

"Even if there are no basilisks, there will be other monsters, or a wizard who was attacked by me. One day, I will definitely be discovered. In fact, I already know the result, but I can't stop." Luo Hart sobbed.

Since ♂long♂wind♂wen♂learning, w≧ww.cf※wx.n↗et from his first experience of cheating others, he can't stop. He knew he would die of such an experience sooner or later, but he couldn't help it.

Just pretend to be friends with other people, just ask them a few more questions, and the last one forgets everything, and he gets everything. Gaining fame, wealth, and respect, these unearned gains have made him unable to stop.

"I don't know whether to be thankful or sorry that I didn't die." Lockhart said blankly.

"Since I've taken this path, I've had no way out. I might die at the hands of a sorcerer, or in an adventure, or die with a reputation."

"At least you're still alive. Wizards are not a group with good memories. In fact, it only takes a few years to pass, and not many people will remember you." George said flatly.

For Lockhart's experience, he has no way of speaking, a liar, a shameful person. But so what, there has never been a shortage of such people in the world, and even such people have always been prevalent. Whether Lockhart intensified or became enlightened, nothing would change except himself.

"Maybe if I die this time,

They will remember me. Lockhart murmured, "but what's the point of that, after I was petrified, I couldn't feel anything, didn't know anything, didn't feel anything at all. If you die like this, with honor or shame, what's the point? "

"I thought fame was the most important thing, and people's eyes were always exciting to me, and I did everything in my power to pursue it."

Lockhart spread his hands and stared blankly at them, his slender fingers, all carefully maintained, looked like a young man, he said, "In the end, I almost lost the power of a wizard. , I can't even protect myself."

"When facing the Basilisk, I didn't have the strength to resist at all. In just a moment, I felt like I was floating and floating, almost dying. I think I behaved worse than the students."

"Today, when the principal announced my resignation, I heard students and teachers cheering. If it was before, I could lie to myself and pretend I couldn't hear. But now, I can only admit what I am." Lockhart lowered his head and said deflatedly.

"Actually no one knows me at all, and no one really knows me at all. All they see is an illusion that I deliberately created, an illusion full of halo, full of illusion. There is no real Gilderoy Lockhart. "

After Lockhart finished speaking, after a pause, he took a diary out of his pocket and handed it to George, "This is the only thing I can be proud of, my own modified oblivion spell. Thank you for destroying the basilisk. Avenged for us."

"I'm leaving here, I'm going to find the real Gilderoy Lockhart." He stood up and said with emotion.

"Perhaps you can consider staying at school and enhance some strength. Recovery of strength is always much easier than creating something out of nothing." George said lightly. Since he received Lockhart's gift, he also intends to give Lockhart something useful. Suggest.

Lockhart paused, he hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No, I don't need me in the academy, I need to change the environment to be quiet."

Perhaps the academy is indeed a safe and friendly environment, but the impression of him has been fixed by classmates and teachers. Now that he has planned to change, he is unwilling to stay here now. He doesn't plan to go back to Hogwarts, at least until the real Gilderoy Lockhart is found.

"Well, good luck with your journey."

Now that Lockhart has made a decision, George has no intention of interfering. He also took out a thick notebook from the bookshelf and handed it to Lockhart, "You have been away from school for so many years, I guess you may need it. "

This is a student notebook written by George, recorded and analyzed for courses in grades 1 through 7, and is now the standard reference book for mutual aid societies.

"Haha, after I became a professor, I became a student again." Lockhart took the notes, simply flipped through them, and said with emotion. He put away the notes, these were indeed what he needed.

Looking at Lockhart's receding back, George couldn't help feeling that people always change because of major experiences. After Lockhart's first attempt to defraud others, it was hard to resist the temptation. A simple gain for nothing, one step into the upper class, and instant success.

As he said, once he got these, he couldn't let it go, he couldn't turn back, he could only watch himself go further and further away, toward the abyss, toward death.

But on the other hand, it's not that he can't turn back, everything is just that his heart is sad and his bad habits are hard to change.

At this juncture of life and death, all the fame, all the admiration, can't let him stand in front of the basilisk for a second. Facing the test of life and death, the fear of death finally reminded him that he was a wizard, or a wizard who couldn't even protect himself.

People are after money, they are after wealth, they are after power, they are after power. In the end, it's all about protecting yourself and making your life better. If wealth can't make life better, who cares about useless things.

(To be continued.)