Chapter 1089 Lockhart’s Story

"The werewolves are looking for Lockhart?" Arkhipovna asked. "Are they trying to avenge the werewolf?"

In Lockhart's book "Wandering with Werewolves", he tells in detail the story of how "he" helped a village get rid of the scourge of werewolves.

However, Arkhipovna knew that the person who really did that thing was actually the old Armenian wizard in front of her. Gilderoy Lockhart just stole his achievements and erased his memory with the Oblivion Curse - for For her, this is a very difficult stain in her past to accept.

"Not entirely. Werewolves don't have much affection between each other. They only care about themselves -"

Old Hash shook his gray and disheveled head and said, "For a long time in the past, werewolves mostly acted alone. They were afraid of wizards and even Muggles in big cities. But starting from the past few months, the situation has changed. Things have changed. The werewolves began to huddle together for warmth. Perhaps they dare not invade the territory of the British magical community for the time being, but in the turbulent Armenian border forest, there are at least three werewolf tribes..."

"Three werewolf tribes?" Elena repeated, her expression gradually becoming serious.

This is news that the Destiny Group does not have. When werewolves form a social class, the level of trouble will increase by more than one level.

"You just said...the reason why they came to your door today is because they saw the newspaper a few days ago and knew that you were the prototype of the story "Wandering with the Werewolves" - but I still don't understand. What's the connection? The novel "The Wolfman" was published a long time ago."

She frowned slightly, her eyes quickly passing over the messy mud marks at the entrance to the living room.

"Could it be that those werewolves want to sacrifice an enemy to complete some primitive tribal ritual?"

"Sacrifice? The tribe's... primitive ritual?"

The old Armenian wizard looked at Elena, with a strange expression almost pity in his cloudy eyes.

Well, he now believes that this should be the daughter of that bastard Lockhart. Only writers can come up with such weird ideas, right?

"That Wandering with Werewolves is the ritual, little one," he said hoarsely.

"What's the meaning?"

"You don't understand. With the publicity in major newspapers, people all over the world are now beginning to believe that the contents written in the book "Wandering with Werewolves" are all true. It's just that the prototype of the character is someone else. The wolf People think so too—"

"This is the truth. Is there anything wrong?"

said Arkhipovna, anxious to hear about Lockhart.

"Everyone now knows that you were the wizard who exorcised the werewolves of Wagga Wagga, and that you—"

"Wait, is the problem about 'all'?" Elena narrowed her eyes, "What do those visiting werewolves want?"

"Almost no werewolves are transformed voluntarily, you should know that, right?"

The old Armenian wizard said in a deep voice, an extremely complicated expression flashed across his ugly, old cheeks.

"Compared to ordinary wizards, for many werewolves, the act of 'eliminating werewolves' is not something that offends them from a spectator's perspective - as long as it does not happen to them - it's really The most important thing is the method of 'driving away werewolves'."

"Methods? Is there anything wrong with the method Lockhart wrote in the article to 'destroy werewolves'?"

Arkhipovna also reacted at this time and pulled out a copy of "Wandering with Werewolves" from her backpack.

She quickly turned to the last page, moved her fingers on the paper, frowned and whispered the last paragraph word by word:

"…Then, I pounced on it—thumping it to the ground—"

"I pinned it to the ground with one hand and held the wand against its throat with the other - then I slowed down and used the remaining strength to cast a very complicated Restoration Charm. It let out a cry A miserable howl. Then, the fur on its body disappeared and its big fangs retracted."

"He became a human again, simply and effectively."

"Of course, one more village will always remember me as a hero, an incredibly noble wizard who saved them from the terror of a monthly werewolf attack, but the story of Gilderoy Lockhart continues, until The day when all my dreams come true..."

"Okay, I think I know why."

Elena let out a breath and said slowly, "So...are those werewolves here for that curse?"

The old Armenian wizard nodded silently and said nothing.

"Restore the human form spell?" Arkhipovna asked curiously, "If they come here to ask for the spell, wouldn't it be better to just give it to them?"

"The problem is - there is no such thing as a 'Restore Humanoid Curse' in this world."

Old Hash laughed miserably and said dryly. The look on the old man's face looked particularly scary.

"I killed the guy, and he howled and died. When he died - all those fangs and hair retracted - that's real history, got it? Werewolves exist in the wizarding world. The only solution to a curse that lasts hundreds of years is death."

"Gilderoy Lockhart made me forget all these bad things, and honestly, I've had an easier time over the years."

The old wizard stopped and took a sip of the cool tea, his wrinkled face couldn't help but wrinkle up.

"At least now, looking back on these years of lost memory, I seem to be able to rest well every night. When that guy suddenly came to apologize a few days ago, I initially thought he was coaxing me to chant a spell. His He is really good at using the Forgetting Charm - frankly speaking, he should be the most powerful Forgetting Master I know so far. The most damning thing is that he awakens those memories a little too clearly."

"Well, of course. He invited a lot of famous reporters and held a... um... press conference."

"When the press conference was over, he came back to me - he couldn't push me away. He said he wanted to get my forgiveness no matter what."

"After I returned to the town, I gave him a little pain, and I was too lazy to cast spells. I was long past the age of doing things with others, so I asked him to make a pot of tea and some desserts to accompany him. Let me chat casually. To be honest, this guy's eloquence is really good, and then..."

The old Armenian wizard paused and took another sip of tea.

"What happened next?!" Arkhipovna couldn't help but urged impatiently.

"Later...the werewolves found this place and broke in directly——"

Old Hash took a long breath, said weakly, and nodded his chin in the direction of the door.

"Just when we were making tea, they smashed the door handle and broke in. The moon hadn't risen yet... Three or four of them had wands. As for the rest..." The old wizard's Her eyes fell on the Remington M870 in Arkhipovna's hand, and she shrugged helplessly, "...They all held Muggle weapons. I almost thought I had returned to the place fifty years ago. battlefield."

"How many are there?" Arkhipovna asked, holding her breath.

"About twenty," the old wizard said uncertainly, "but I think the number may be several times higher."

"Are there any heavy weapons?"

Elena asked, her expression not as relaxed as before.

She raised her wand and waved it in the air, and some common heavy firearms appeared in the air.

The magic shield that Grindelwald gave her may not be able to withstand heavy machine gun fire. If the opponent also has something as devilish as a personal rocket launcher, then the rescue plan for Lockhart will be much more complicated. Werewolf heating The weapons are not much worse than the wizard's heated weapons.

Now she can only pray that the Armenian government will be more powerful and not lose too many dangerous weapons to the werewolves.

"This, this, this...there are a few of these. Speaking of which, where did you learn these magics?"

The old wizard raised his head and looked at the magical lights and shadows in mid-air, raised his hand and clicked on a few of them, and asked curiously.

However, Elena is obviously not in the mood to answer his questions now.

Murphy's Law always likes to jump out and show its presence at such times - Elena even doubted whether those werewolves attacked a medium-sized Soviet army weapons depot, even if it was just the various kinds of weapons that appeared in front of Aghasheyan's eyes. Weapons are enough to support a miniature war.

"So, the last question..."

Elena waved away the shadow, walked towards her suitcase, and rubbed her brows.

"Why did they take Gilderoy Lockhart and not you? How outrageous was that idiot's boast?"

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